The Vanders

Sat. 12/07/2250 – By Nicole Adams

Adrian really wasn’t looking forward to meeting Deirdre and Jericho again. Not like this- Rhea injured, limping still on the leg that had received the awful wound, and with the knowledge that his sister had been the one to deal the blow. He’d thought he was free of her- and yet she’d shown up, a ghost of his past, and she’d done her best to kill him and Rhea both. Was it too much to ask, to be rid of her for good?

He was driving again, since Rhea was hurt, but relying on her directions to the bookstore. It was in a busy part of Chicago, shops of all kinds lining both sides of the street. The sidewalks were crowded with people and cars took up most of the available parking.

“There it is,” Rhea spoke up, sitting straighter and barely hiding the wince as the wound brushed against the edge of the seat. Adrian slowed the car and slipped into a spot, pleased to find one within easy walking distance to the bookstore; cutting the engine, he got out and glanced over at Rhea as she found her footing.

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Whats’s In The Past

August 2230 – By Rebecca Green

It was only an hour’s drive from the city to the small town that bordered the Academy. Adrian had passed the time as he was used to- taking along a book he’d read a hundred times, the pages and covers worn and wrinkled. For him, it was just another car ride- for the girl sitting in the front seat, it was much more. She was old enough to attend Strongwind Academy, a prestigious school for all types of students, and she could hardly wait. She wouldn’t be staying just yet, even though she could. Her mother had told her that staying this early was unnecessary. All she could do at that point was count down the days until she was free.

Veronica was the first out of the car when it came to a stop- Betty hadn’t even had a chance to put the car in park before the girl’s feet hit the pavement and she was darting around the car, yanking the driver’s side door open and bouncing on her heels. “C’mon!” she demanded, reaching out and tugging insistently on her mother’s arm. The woman gave a brief laugh, unbuckling her seatbelt and giving a glance at the boy in the back seat. “Patience, Veronica- the school’s not going anywhere. Put the book down, Adrian, and come on.”

Rising from the car, she pulled her arm from Veronica’s grasp, missing the look that crossed the girl’s face at the news that her brother was coming with them. “He’s coming?” she asked, meeting her mother’s gaze, annoyed by the confusion that flickered across Betty’s eyes.

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The Sins Of Blood

Thursday 12/05/2250 – By Rebecca Green

Rhea limped all the way to the infirmary. Adrian nervously followed, keeping an arm around her and letting her keep most of her negligible body weight on him. He had been tempted to carry her entirely, but the profuse amount of blood made him hesitant. And he wasn’t about to swoop her up out of nowhere- she seemed quite determined to make it herself, only leaning on him as much as she had to.

Which was quite a bit. Her adrenaline was gone and the wound in her thigh was deep enough that she could barely walk, and it was only through her own stubbornness that she did.

Adrian reached forward to nudge the infirmary door open and the blue haired nurse was facing away from them, placing some pill bottles in a freezer bag and storing them in a locked cabinet. She turned toward them with a smile, which quickly disappeared as her eyes narrowed and she hurried toward them.

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An Assailant of Blood

Thursday, 12/5/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

The knife pricked her finger. Held there, the knife duly twisted against her skin. Shadows danced across the floor, thrown about by the waning moon against the windows and the trees blowing in the wind, just outside the hallway where she walked. Gold eyes glinted in the light, and the woman brandishing the weapon walked tall, a clean six foot body with waist length hair pulled into a blonde ponytail. It bounced with every movement, each step confident and leisurely. No one would be around. School had let out hours ago, each of the brats would be hiding away in their houses, cramming in what little studying they could for final exams to come.

None of them would come across her, clad in a leather jacket and tight black leggings. She reached a hand into the jacket, pulling out a small black orb, bringing it to her nose and taking a whiff. Smiling, the woman was close to her destination.

She hadn’t thought it would come to this. The plan had been to scare the little brat, run her out of the job and keep her from sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. And, four years ago, it had worked. Vander had quit as expected at the simple threats. It hadn’t been that hard, really, to find her family- snap a couple of pictures, take a couple notes on their daily activities and send it to the agent. Vander – Silverfang – had handed in her resignation in a matter of hours.

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Snow Play

Tuesday, 12/3/2250 – Rebecca Green.

It had snowed during the night- little more than a light dusting, just enough to even out the previous fall. With two feet of snow, the kids had taken their chance, before classes started, to get out in it and start yet another full-scale snowball fight. Soon classes began to loom and those who had lessons to attend had broken off and returned to their houses to dry off and change.

Adrian had left the library in charge of a couple aides. It was cold, but he wasn’t bothered. Standing on the steps of the Primary Building, he watched as the kids who didn’t have classes kept up the fight, yelling and screaming. Ducking and dodging, they hid behind hastily formed forts, popping up to hurl snowballs at others. Skirting the lawn, Adrian made his way into the forest, his eyes fixed on the ground as he tromped through the snow that came nearly to his knees. It was a workout, lifting his legs above the top of the snow and breaking through with each step. He was glad when he reached the forest, where the trees took some of the snow, leaving less to lie on the ground; it made walking much easier.

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We’re Going Round and Round

Sunday, 12/01/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

Adrian was shelving the current spotlight books, a special shelf situated at the very front of the library to catch the students’ attention and present the most recent award winning novels. He’d curated each one with care, hoping perhaps uselessly that he might convert one of these students that seemed more interested in the latest gossip. Some of them were good, always coming in, and maybe he put a lot of emphasis on the importance of reading, but he was the librarian for a reason. It was good for kids, however much they pretended to loathe it.

Or, rather, he was distracting himself very purposely. Only two days had passed since the full moon and waking up the day before to find himself naked in a cold dungeon with Rhea had been less than pleasant. Nevermind… Adrian made himself blush just thinking about what had happened. Doing… that, with Rhea, wolf or not, was nothing short of baffling. He’d spent the better part of the day and the day before picking up their mess, this particular shelf having been knocked down during their… activities.

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Well, This Is Awkward

Friday, 11/29/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

Rhea hurt all over; that was the first thing she noticed. The floor beneath her was freezing, but that was normal. Every time the full moon rose, she would awake with goosebumps all over her skin, sore from the shift and perhaps even a couple cuts around her lips from the attack she posed on any furniture she set in the room to keep her other form occupied. Today was different, she ached everywhere on a scale she never had before from a mere shift. She could tell her collarbone would be black and purple just from the feeling and her face felt like she’d been run against a cheese grater.

The second thing she noticed was the warmth against her back. Something was pressed against her. Skin and there was one arm draped around her. Rhea jumped violently, jerking away and clammering to her feet, ignoring the pain. She’d done much more, under much more pain. Her eyes were wide as she instinctively covered her bare chest- naked as per usual after each shift, and she gave a laugh of astonishment and disbelief at what she saw.

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