PRESENT

The class grew still and dead quiet ushering in the presence of their Algebra teacher, Mr Terry Mcgonaugh. He was middle-aged and had a receding hairline.

"You'll all be starting your assessment tests within the hour but before then, I'll be asking some major questions on various taught topics." He took a board pen and scribbled neatly across the white board neglecting the chalk board like he usually did.

"That question's for extra credit for the rest of the semester." said Mr Terry while everyone peered at him without taking the question down. He didn't seem to query anyone for refusing to write for they had in fact gotten tired of writing this particular question down for almost half their Senior year, some even probably knew the question by heart.

Jasmines' thoughts raved way past the classroom even as she sat idly in her seat behind a desk. She scanned the classroom for any sign of Logan only for eyes to fall on where his seat lay empty. She still had vivid images from what she saw at the Ender's estate, it made her skin crawl... ... ... ... ... ...

(THREE HOURS EARLIER)

Her scooter came to a rest outside the parking space. The Enders estate stood a few meters from her scooter. Its metal protectors had about the same design as its gate which much to her dismay swung open.

She hastily walked through the low cut bougainvillea garden she'd heard so much about. They hadn't really hung out at his place, it was always hers; come to think of it, she'd never seen his home ever. He stayed with his great aunt unlike her; she lived alone with her brother who had skipped town the moment their parents travelled on a supposed vacation, so basically she lived alone.

"Logan." She called after a few knocks on the tall, heavy varnished wood door -having colored glass panes of amber, blue and orange, in a geometric design- that was the entrance.

She groaned when his number hit voicemail and instinctively went for the door handle. "Is anyone home?" Her feet crossed the threshold in slightly noiseless steps and the view seized her breath for a bit. The floor was polished marble; a fireplace graced the interior wall facing east, sofa sets with plenty of throw pillows, one, three ... seven!
A spiral bespoke staircase made of polished wood led upstairs to all the other rooms. The place looked like a modern replica of a medieval castle's interior.

"Hello dear, you must be Jasmine," an elderly lady spoke startling Jassie, "Logan's told me a lot about you."

She seemed to have come in through the French windows, obviously been painting as her nails and chin still had blotches of oil paint.

"He did?" Jassie trudged closely to Logan's great aunt, Melissa. "Enough to know you're vegan." Jassie struggled to hide her grin, he really had spoken about her to his aunt and that made her special in ways.

"He hasn't been home since last night, I have to say, he's been acting pretty strange lately."
A feeling of worry tugged at her gut. His aunt had just confirmed her fears. "Can I go check his room? Maybe something there could help explain his behavior and where he's been."

"Sure. Second room on your left, you can't miss it." His aunt's voice trailed off as Jassie took the stairs one at a time till she reached a narrow corridor. Logan's room was on her left and her hand grasped the handle in no time, it turned. Unlocked, what was it about the Enders' and not locking doors?
She didn't see it at first and then she did, all the colors drained from her face almost immediately.

"Earth to Jasmine!" Cassandra snapped with her fingers.

"I'm sorry Cass, I got carried away I guess." Jasmine apologized while doodling on the back page of her notebook. Cassandra stared at her friend and then glanced over to Logan's empty seat. She had an inkling of what went through Jasmine's thoughts.

"Are you both fighting?" She innocently questioned.

Jasmine thoughts broke midway as she gazed Cass full in the face. "Not really. I just can't help but feel he's hiding something." Jasmine added, eyes watching out for their Math teacher who scribbled away at the board. She had a troubled expression and Cass didn't seem to miss it.
Even now her blonde friend raised a questioning brow. She knew she had to drop specifics. "I went over to his place."

"And?" That didn't seem to strike Cass as odd, both were dating.

"He stays with his great aunt Melissa. She's a sweet old lady; she even let me go into Logan's room,"

"You haven't been into Logan's room?" Cass teased. A mischievous smile played at her lips and she raised her brows repeatedly and winked. "Seriously?" Jasmine wasn't feeling it.

How could she? Her entire body still rocked from what she'd seen in Logan's room.

"I'm sorry. Did you see something?" Cass urged watching Jasmine bite at her lip. Her hands shook visibly.

"I saw blood all over the walls and the carpet. I think it's human." She whispered.
Cassandra's face still held shock for a few minutes and even after that. "Well, have you confronted him about it?"

Jasmine sighed. "His phone goes straight to voicemail each time I call."

"Are you gonna tell anyone?" Cass asked. Jasmine gave her a sharp look. "By anyone, you mean someone at the Sheriff's department?" Cass nodded in agreement then spoke. "Or the Sheriff himself. For all we know, Logan might've been attacked and in serious danger as we speak."

The very thought was discomforting. It seemed too early to raise any warning bells. Probably wasn't anything.

"Let's wait out today..." She managed to say before Mr. Terry's voice cut in from across the room.
"Is the class interrupting something, Ms. Baywen and Ms. Stiles?" His neutral facial expression and cool attitude even when students showed unruly behavior made them wary of him.

His gaze remained on both girls and shortly the rest of the class followed. Both girls gave negative nods and twiddled at their hair and fingers.

"Back to our discussion of partial equations." He intoned.
Max watched from his end of the same class. He thought about the changes in himself since, well since their trip to Fell's graveyard. His eyesight was clearer and sharper than he'd ever known, not to add his quick reflexes and super hearing.

He tossed the thought aside and then took a look at the unanswerable midterm quiz and he could see the solving in his mind's eye. He took his pen and scribbled out the answers as they came to him, his eyes wide in shock.

"You may all begin." Called Mr. Terry, right after distributing their test booklets. Max took a quick peek and the calculations seemed to dance off the pages.
Taking a pencil, he shaded quickly and was done in a few minutes. He attached the unanswerable midterm quiz to his test booklet.
He dropped the booklet on the Math teacher's desk as subtly as he could muster while saddling his bag, then with a secret chuckle, he left the classroom amongst whispers of the other students.

Mr. Terry riffled through Max's test booklet with an uninterested look on his face; It slowly turned into a surprised one as he noticed both the test and the midterm question had been correctly answered. "Someone get me Henders now!" That was the first time they'd ever heard him yell.

A figure peered into the sunny day from the confines of an old abandoned warehouse at the outskirts of Creekwood town. It was ten minutes into midday and he knew well enough he could not do sunlight.

His feet made a whooshing sound as he flitted from spot to spot; each time taking up a different posture, deep in thought.

"Hello there, It is either you or me little rodent. No hard feelings." Olin muttered to the death scared rodent he held in his hand. It's blood trickled slowly down Olin's throat easing his skin from sickly ashen to pale grey; nothing like the real thing though.

He was Olin Tragellas SanAntonio, a son to a respectable leader of a well known human clan, until his clan was ill advised by a neighboring clan to wipe out a group of nomads who settled at the outskirts.

It turned out the strangers had been traveling with some shamans. As the slaughter occurred, the shamans summoned the curse of the sun and moon and took their own lives in the process.

The deed had been done; his clan had become a slave to the sun. They were now vampires and human blood became their new diet. The neighboring clan - now sworn enemies with his clan and hunted too - fled in fear with their own closely guarded secret; they too had been cursed and had become slaves to the moon; Werewolves. It was years later he and his friends had come to know this secret.

The Werewolves gained the skill to make transformations from man-wolf to full on wolf. They retaliated by declaring open season on all Vampires. Their wars raged on leaving casualties in their wake. Then the Triploid came and a treaty between both sides had been reached. They still shared a common enemy; the Druidic tribe, as they called themselves.

Olin shut his eyes tightly and allowed his mind sift through memories to replay; one very uncanny ability Vampires possessed. In this particular memory taken from before the magic ritual had been done to seal their abilities, He found himself standing in the middle of a large expanse of forest.

The forest trees were at peak height and the wind whistled, sending a chill each way it blew; not that it bothered the cold blooded Vampires or the fur covered, menacing looking Werewolves, ready to charge at themselves.

A Wolf pack of twelve charged seven Vampires who took off hurtling on the many tree branches that surrounded the area; Height being their only advantage against the Lycanthropes.
A grey wolf charged a tree, slashing wildly at it and almost uprooting it. The female Vampire it stalked jumped, landing on her feet, unknowingly into the trap set for her.

She looked ahead, noticing a brown wolf peering menacingly at her. She bared her fangs at it too. Her face took on a much paler appearance with bloodshot eyes and dotted pupils. She flitted towards the Wolf but was brushed aside by a larger Werewolf, which bit mercilessly at her neck as she screamed, tearing it open.
The larger Wolf looked ahead with the Vampire's head in its jaws before spitting it out and moving at unnatural speed in search of more vampires

Olin watched himself get chased by two werewolves. He had been swift on his feet, flitting sideways from tree and back to the ground just to avoid closeness to the chasing Wolves.
He had reduced his speed to allow the Wolves gain on him. He had stopped abruptly to face them before sliding underneath them, extricating both their hearts as he did.
He had grinned as he stood, letting go of still beating hearts which plopped noiselessly to the forest floor.

He had flitted across and back to a spot. He'd seen Krea in Wolf form and right now she was held down in a death choke by another Vampire.
He had watched hoping she would break free but nothing of the sort happened, she was slowly losing. It felt wrong but he had known he had no choice but to save her.
In a split second, he had passed his hand into the Vampire's body from behind and driven out the heart. He had gasped, a guilty expression on his face over the calcified looking organ he let fall to the ground. Krea had phased into human form and her face held gratitude. He could recall her voice like it had been yesterday.

"Thank you. For coming to my rescue." She grinned. In one quick stroke, she transformed yet again and dived him to the ground in an offensive posture,growling at him as if to tear him apart.
Olin had taken a moment to gaze into her golden-yellow eyes; the natural eye color in Wolf form, but as she phased, the yellow eyes remained only mildly.
He had instantly understood why she hit him to the ground. Some of the Wolves had passed and Krea had made it seem like she could handle one Vampire on her own just fine, successfully throwing off their scent elsewhere.

"I guess we are even, Lady Bekreana." Olin had stood, staring her down with dead set eyes. He made to move. "Wait!" His gaze had met hers the moment she called.
"I thought about your offer for a trip to the mountains. Together," she had said that last part like it meant the world to her. His brow had made a serious curve. "I accept." She added. Olin grinned while making a bow. He winked at her before flitting away at top speed.

The memory faded like a thick wisp of smoke being blown away. He was back to being stuck in a warehouse. He looked exactly the same as he'd looked in his memory save for a difference in hairstyle which constantly changed over the years.

His eyes were dead set and held a certain conviction. The supernatural beings had been awoken once more. He had to find her. I will find you Krea.