Another one done by my other bestie! Hope you like this cliffhanger!
"Why the hell didn't you wake me?" Sophia panicked, sitting up in bed. It was just after noon, on the first day of school, and Amara was just now waking her up?
"You needed rest, li’tle bit," drawled Jordan, the Head of House, in a southern accent. She looked at Sophia through concerned oceanic eyes, crinkled by decades of laugh lines. Dark sheets of gold-tinted obsidian hair were pulled up in a businesslike bun that did not at all fit her. "You were going over his paperwork way too hard."
"He almost killed Amara!" Sophia exclaimed, shocked that Jordan, of all people, wouldn't understand that. She was one of many that had lost loved ones to vampires. Neither Sophia nor Jordan saw Amara flinch at this accusation, or look down at the vial she always kept on her.
"Suppose'ly," sighed Jordan. Sophia squeaked indignantly at that, but Jordan spoke before her. "I know both you an' Amara here saw him go fer her, but you both fell unconscious durin' the event. Vamps have people on the un'er court--damned good'uns. We made a pact cent'ries ago--I was there, for cryin' out loud--that we wouldn't hunt vampires if they didn't go fer innocents. If there wasn't another witness to the event tha' can prove you two're tellin' the truth..."
She didn't have to finish the sentence. Sophia already knew. She growled, low under her breath, getting up and stalking out of the room.
"Soph?" called Amara after her mate, hesitantly walking after her. The angry vampire hunter picked up speed, wanting to get as far away as possible. From what, she didn't know.
"Soph!" Amara tried again, with more urgency and chasing after her in earnest, but Sophia Edith was gone.
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"Dammnit," Amara sighed, kicking a fallen oak branch out of her way. Sophia hadn't come back by sunset, their curfew, and she'd gotten permission to go look for her. So far, her search had been fruitless. Why did she have to know the forest better than me? Amara thought.
She stopped, sucking in a breath when she heard something in front of her. From what she could see of the trail, it was at a fork in the road, hidden by a bend before it. Cautiously, shse crept around it, and froze.
The something, a girl, froze too, staring at her. Amara had thought she would never see this face again.
She gasped three times, before she finally choked out, her hand going to the necklace, “Victoria.”
