Thought we would start with some happy... nearly at the end now! :)

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Logan is waiting for me by a rather ancient looking motorbike. I'm not sure where he found it, maybe he stole it from a museum and I wonder if it's even going to start. He seems completely proud of it though and this is verified when I finally reach him.

"Look what I got!" He grins like a lunatic.

For a minute it's just us. All the problems we have are non-existent and the constant stress that's been etched onto his face for far too long, has gone. I can't help think back to when we first met. I had thought he was attractive, until his cocky attitude ruined that illusion for me, yet even now I get lost looking at his eyes, his lips. Once again I'm left resisting the urge to actually reach out and touch him.

Logan smirks, a sly little smile that's only half there and it has my stomach filling with butterflies. "See something you like Bunny?"

I really am being that obvious.

"No, but if I do, I'll let you know!" I wink, before turning my attention from him and to the bike. "Are we going to have to pedal this thing? Wind it up to start?"

"Funny. It's all I could find that worked. In case you haven't noticed, we're on lock down and that means no leaving and taking away anything that might make it possible for you to leave."

"Me? Leave?" I act offended.

"I know, I couldn't believe it either."

I laugh. 

It feels good, and even Logan chuckles a little bit as he finishes doing something to engine. It's even like the weather has lightened up; the rain that had been non-stop over the last couple of days hasgone and the sun even offers a bit of warmth to the air.

The seat gets put down and Logan swings his leg over it, climbing on. "Coming?"

"Can't I drive?" I pout, making him laugh too.

"Yeah, of course Princess." He mocks, shaking his head. He hasn't called me princess for awhile, maybe I'm not the only one feeling nostalgic. "Now get on the bike!"

"Jerk!" I mumble, almost scared to get on behind him.

The engine makes the whole thing vibrate and I'm pretty sure that rattle is a sign it's going to explode at any second. If Logan thinks the same, he doesn't show it. Pushing off we start to leave my parents house and follow the small walking path that goes to the edge of the academy's grounds. I'm wondering if walking wouldn't have been easier, despite the bike going a little faster than we could have managed.

It finds every bump and lump in the road, and I grip onto the handle either side of the rear seat like my life depends on it. When one of those rattles free, I end up holding onto Logan for dear life instead. Then the moron pushes it to it's limits, sending a cloud of black smoke out behind us before going up a couple of gears. We go through a patch of trees before it opens into a meadow and down the hill there is a small river that act's as one of the property lines.

Before long Logan slows us down and we park near a few old oak trees. Acting like a gentleman, he helps me off and we take a walk closer to the water. Its quiet, the bubbling river nature's version of  a song and thanks to the rain that has been around the last couple of days, finding somewhere to sit that isn't going to leave us with muddy or wet bums is practically impossible. That is until Logan happens to go up to one of the tree's by the river and in a crevice of the trunk, he pulls out a double lined picnic blanket, a couple of cushions and a small cooler bag.

"You can write in iBob about how romantic I am now." Logan doesn't hide his satisfaction at seeing my mouth drop.

"How, but, no!" I protest, "You haven't seen iBob!"

Instantly my face starts to burn with a mixture of embarrassment and rage.

"Kidding, I haven't, but I did look over your shoulder once and saw what you were doing. That confirms there is defintely stuff about me in there!"

I only glare at him.

"Come here Bunny." He chucks the cushions down on the blanket that is now spread out over the base of the tree. 

"No." I huff, crossing my arms.

"Yes."

"No."

"Oh my god, there's Alfie!" He gasps, pointing behind me.

Instantly I spin around, only to find nothing other than green meadows and our old dodgy motorbike there. What I do see, once it's too late, is his arms around my waist as he lifts me up and carefully drops me onto the blanket.

"You should've just come and sat down!" Logan tells me rather smugly.

He sits down beside me, and as he puts his arm up I give in and lean against him. The wind rustles the long grass, while the river flows steadily by us; unbothered by our arrival. Lunch is soon being handed over; nothing fancy, just ham and cheese sandwiches with juice. It's like he raided a five year olds lunchbox, but I don't care. It's perfect.

"Do you think tonight will be the night?" He breaks our silence, and there it is. 

All the worry and stress has caught up to us, and a deep frown has taken over his face.

"Maybe. I don't know. I hope so, I want this to be over."

"Me too. I just can't help think, what next? There hasn't been this much disturbance since the treaty was put in place, and after Selene's thing and now the vampires, will we have peace again?"

"I don't know Logan." It was the truth.

What I did know was that I didn't like seeing him this way. I wanted the Logan I just had back, the one I first met. So I slapped him.

"What was that for?" He asked, holding his cheek. "You slapped me!"

I hadn't hit him hard, but I clearly broke into his train of dark thoughts. "No, I high fived your face!"

"You-" A twitch of a smile reappeared on his face. "Do you still think I'm pretty? Too pretty to kill anything?"

"Of course." I agree.

"What about my eyes?" He flutters his eyelashes at me, lowering his face closer to mine, "What was it? My stormy, beautiful, soul searching, eyes?"

 "Your eyes are horrible. Can you just close them, so they'd stop staring at me!"

His eyes don't close as he kisses me, and it gets awkward as I don't close mine either; or return his kiss. Logan pulls back slightly, studying me for a second and before I can think of something else to say he kisses me again like the first time. Then again, our first time with in the bathroom of my parent's house after Reece was struggling with the change taking place. It had actually been an amazing first kiss, and this would have to be a close second.

I peek to find his eyes are in fact closed now and as I smile, he stops; confused. "What?"

Not confused, self conscious. I laugh, and it doesn't make the situation better. 

"Nothing, I was checking to see if you had your eyes closed!"

"You're not normal Bunny." He sighs.

"Neither are you!" I tell him.

"It's why you love me isn't it or was that all to do with, little Tracker babies with cherub-"

"Shut up!" I snap, as he throws more of my earlier diary entries at me.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself." He kisses my cheek before sitting up and getting one of the juice boxes.

We get comfortable again, just sitting there enjoying each others company. "Hey Loges."

"Yeah?"

"I do love you though. You know that right?"

"I've had my suspicions, but it's nice to hear you say it." He leans down and kisses my forehead.

"You're still a jerk though."

"Yeah, well, you're-" 

"I'm what?" I challenge.

"Nothing Bunny." Logan submits.

This time, he does more than just kiss me and despite our lovely afternoon, he ruins it by still not letting me ride the bike back. It only confirms that he is in fact a jerk; but he's my jerk and that kind of makes it okay.

-x-

Zane has us patrolling through the main building. I'm pretty sure it's because we ended up being gone for closer than two hours, and Logan missed a class he was supposed to be taking with Mum doing archery stuff. Had we been friends, or dating during my time at the Academy, he probably would have missed a lot more classes so telling them that, wasn't a my greatest idea.

We'd also been separated, so I was now trying to make small talk with some fairy and Logan had gone with one of Paytah's werewolves. I think I would have preferred detention, or the werewolf.

"I love this place. So many young minds, it's so positive!" I think her name is Oak, but I can't be bothered asking again.

"Positive? We're patrolling for signs of evil."

Twenty minutes of positive, happy, yay! thoughts was doing my head in. The patrols were pointless. If anything happened, it would be at night and while it was late afternoon, Zane was doing this to piss me off. I may have slept through my alarm, and his and then blocked my door this morning to avoid another grueling training session too.

The longer I stayed here, again, the more set in my old ways I was becoming. He's lucky I do something to prank him as payback. The again...

While Oak prattled on about shaping young minds and positive reinforcement, I swiftly ducked down a different corridor and left her on her own. I knew Logan's patrol was set to meet up with ours any minute, so  I waited.

"She was just with me!" The sickly, sweet voice sounded out and the heavy footsteps that came closer helped me get ready.

As soon as Logan went past, I reached out and grabbed him. He made a gasping sound as he spun around and as the werewolf stopped, I held up my finger for him to be quiet and winked. I'm not quite sure on the specifics of their 'mate' beliefs, but he mumbled something about that and as he caught up with Oak, told her we'd swapped patrol buddies.

"What are you doing? Zane will probably have us cleaning toilets after this!" Logan growled at me.

"Live a little. Come on!" Grabbing his hand, I started to run and he was left with no choice other than following me.

It didn't take long to get to one of the newly abandoned sections of the school. The first year classes normally happened around here and there was also a short cut to the cafeteria. Our steps were faintly heard thanks to how quiet it all was and satisfied no one was around, I stopped and practically threw myself at Logan.

He didn't complain now.

"You're a bad influence." He whispered, glancing back the way we came clearly paranoid.

"The baddest." I smirked. 

His hands stopped their climbing under my shirt, as he looked around again. "If we get caught, we're so dead."

"If we get caught."

"You're trying to get me killed by Zane, no, you're Father! You want him to kill me don't you?" Logan groaned.

"Relax, I know how to move through this place like a ghost. I know where all the camera's are and I was the reason they have this security system in now. Apparently I couldn't get past it." I grin.

"You could couldn't you?"

"Yeah, I just set it off every now and then so they didn't get another one. It's actually hard work learning all of that crap hey." I frowned at the memory.

"If you put as much effort into the doing the right thing, than the wrong, imagine what kind of student you could have been!" Logan sighed.

"You sound like my parents." Rolling my eyes, I start to walk away. "Come on loser, lets get you back to detention before the teacher notices your missing."

"I'm not a loser."

"Loser." I whisper, which starts a whole new argument and I start to walk off at a faster pace, taking a few unexpected turns to try and get him lost. Let's see how well he knows this place.

Instead, he stops me once more. "What now? I'm taking you back Scaredy Mcscaredy Pants."

He kisses me again, not holding back this time. His cold hands run up my back making me shiver as I wrap myself around him.

"I've gotta be stronger and take a stand against peer pressure!" He mumbles.

"Over rated." I answer; enjoying myself way too much.

I really do feel like we've stepped into a time warp; making out like teenagers in a camera less corridor while skipping class. It was kind of exciting, at least it was until the undeniable cough of someone clearing their throat had us springing apart like we had been given an electric shot.

"Miss Bunting! Mr Murphy!" The scolding tone of Ms Huntington had us cringing in horror at the awkwardness of the situation.

Logan glares at me and I want to remind him, that, was his idea. I was doing the right thing and going back to our patrol, until he stopped me.

 "Ms Huntington. Fancy seeing you, here?" I smile, trying to bluff my innocence.

"Indeed, considering this is a closed section of the academy at the moment. Frank thought he saw movement on one of the camera's so I came to investigate."

"Know where all the camera's are do ya?" Logan muttered under his breath.

"So did we! Well, not on the camera's. I thought I heard something!" I lie.

"And it involved Mr. Murphy's assistance?" She looked at us both in disbelief.

"In times like this, you should go no where alone!" I remind her.

"Good point. Zane, I found the disturbance!" Ms Huntington called out.

Logan grabbed my arm, much too hard as we waited to face our doom. 

It didn't happen and she actually laughed at us. "Relax, I was young once, but maybe show a little more, discretion and do not fornicate in the halls of my school." She scolded.

"We weren't, fornicating!" Logan stuttered.

"Maybe next time you're investigating sounds then, you can do it with your shirt on properly." She pointed at me, clearly loving this.

I looked down to find a section of my shirt had been caught under the edge of my bra and I quickly pulled it down, feeling my face really heat up. Logan only groaned and with that, she left as quickly as she came.

"I think I would have rather died than have gone through that!" Logan let out a deep breath, but something didn't feel right. "Come on ninja, let's get out here!"

Logan started to leave and I didn't follow. Something Huntington said stuck with me, and I just didn't know why or what it was.

"Bunny?"

"Yeah, sorry." I started to follow him and as we got back to the main corridor we'd ditched our patrol buddies at, I instead went towards the main entrance of the school. 

"Wrong way!" Logan pointed out and I ignored him.

I didn't quite make it to the entrance area, instead I stopped at the wall that was covered in years worth of graduating class photographs. I felt compelled to look at them; really look at them and I couldn't make myself stop as I scanned over each and every face staring back at me.

"Look at that later, come on!" Logan whined.

"Sh!" I snapped, feeling like something really important was waiting to be discovered.

Closing my eyes, it was almost like a vision as I could see the wall. My mind was screaming at me to notice something, and the same strange sensation I had when I started to draw the circles in the dirt in the dark took over. Looking again at the wall of matching frames, I had to notice something here. 

"What do you notice about these pictures?" I ask Logan.

"They're pretty much identical. I don't know? The color sashes?"

They were identical. Same location, same set up. Even a couple of the teachers were the same. It made sense considering two of them were vampires and one a demon. There was over a hundred pictures, all calling to me to notice something.

"What is she doing?" Jordan joins Logan, and the pair of them stand there watching me.

"Dunno. Notice anything with the pictures?" Logan asks him.

"No?"

I want to scream I'm so frustrated, it's like there is something there stopping me from working it out, yet the voice in the back of my head keeps telling me to try.

"Has she gone crazy?" Chris asks, joining the other two.

"Maybe?" Jordan answers.

I've been looking for a good twenty minutes when Chris and Jordan leave Logan to supervise my sudden obsession and Zane takes their place. "Stop sunshine, what is going on?"

"We're missing something."

"What?" He looks at me confused.

"It's there on that wall. Help me look for it!" I feel like ramming my head against it and I know I'm breaking through it because the ache in my temples has me starting to squint in concentration to try and lessen the headache that's threatening to turn into a migraine.

"If you could tell me what we're looking for-" Zane talks slowly, like he can sense how close I am to snapping.

"I DON'T KNOW!" I start to recognize faces as I scan over them again.

Then I see it.

I am pretty sure a light bulb even turned on above my head and turning to the duo, I go crazy. I jump, I dance, I scream, laugh and cry. They just stand there with there mouths hanging open, completely lost.

"I know! I know!" Well, part of it. "What do you see, here?" 

I run back to my class photo and they look it over, shrugging. I drag them up the other end, to the opening years worn, faded black and white images. 

"And here. What's the same in both photos?"

"Um? They are, wearing the same jackets?" Logan guesses.

"They changed the sign above the door?" Zane is a little more observant, but still wrong.

"No!"  Then I point at Ms Huntington in all of the photos as they follow my finger. "See!"

"No." They both shake their heads.

"Miss Huntington! She is there, in every single photo!" I don't mean to yell at them now, but I do.

"She can't be." Zane sighs, not believing me.

He frowns, closing his eyes in the same instant that Logan pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Headache?" I ask.

They both nod and this time when they look at the photographs, the realization of what I was saying has sunk in. 

"What the fuck?" Zane goes quiet, looking at each photo just as intensely as I just had been.

Logan slaps his hand over his mouth as wide eyes scan over each one too. Without another word, we run to her office, ignoring everyone we pass. It doesn't make sense. None of us know what to actually say and as Zane goes to knock, I just burst in. 

"What now Elise?" Ms Huntington greets with a heavy sigh, looking extremely tired.

"What are you?" I blurt.

"Excuse me?" She looks to Zane for clarification and he does the same thing.

"What are you?"
 
Logan makes some kind of stuttering noise and shuts up.

 "What are you three on? Do I need to call the doctor?" Her tone is rather cold, suspicious and as she lifts the receiver of the phone, I snatch it off her and put it down.

Hunter. All I sense is that she is one of us, but again the voice and feeling that takes over, tells me otherwise.

"You're in every photograph, with every graduating class since this place opened." I tell her, "What. Are. You?"

Her mouth drops, and her eyes go wide in shock. "You're not supposed to see that!"

"Do we have to call the council? Are you a threat to-" Zane starts only to be cut off.

"How? How did you all see?" She demands.

"I saw it first, I told them." I admit.

"Do not tell anyone else Elise!" Ms Huntington orders, and behind us the door slams shut. 

We say nothing as she motions for us to sit and I'm the first to move. Logan stands behind my chair while Zane angles his so he almost between me and her desk. She gets up though, going to the cabinet in the corner where the photograph of the treaty being signed resided. It's bought over to her desk and everyone goes quiet.

She looks really old now. For all the times I've made her angry, stressed her out and argued with the headmistress, not once have I seen her look so; defeated. 

"I'm not going to lie. You know the truth and perhaps it is good that you do considering the current situation." Despite how old and tired she looks, her voice is sounding younger.

It throws all of us as we look at each other, not sure what is about to happen.

"In the beginning, humans were barely more advanced than animals. Gods and monsters ruled the world, and when they moved on, not all of them left. Ancient civilizations documented these, and while most died out as humans evolved, not all did. Those who were able to, blended in with the humans new world, yet there is rarely peace among the supernatural. We call them werewolves and vampires now and so on the night of the full moon, war would erupt as each race sought dominance over the night."

 We kind of knew some of this, and I had a feeling I already knew where this was going.

"The vampires started to rebel against the ones who could walk during the day. Every night they started to attack. While the werewolves were strong, they were nothing like their beast and unlike the vampires, turning humans was not so simple. Instead, they consulted an old magic man who once assisted the gods and she removed a part of their being, putting into human warriors."

"It created the Slayers." I added as she paused, "and the vampires did the same thing, creating the Trackers. They wouldn't have to fight directly with each other anymore, and let the humans do it for them."

"How do you know that?" Zane frowned.

"Paytah told me." I shrugged. I looked at Ms Huntington and she nodded. "He saw what they were doing and so created us, Hunters. We were to monitor them all, the monsters and the Trackers and Slayers."

"He? Why do you sound like you know who that magic man is?" Zane didn't hide his suspicions.

"Because I do. It's Cain, but back then, Paytah said they called him Ma, um, it sounds like male sumo or something." 

"Malsumis." Ms Huntington joined in. "He has many names, but he was one of the ones the gods left behind. You would think he did it all with good intentions, but he was bitter and angry with everything and only sought destruction. He created all the great wars, offering his help where ever it wasn't needed. Empires rose and fell, people died for no reason other than the fact he wanted to watch them suffer. All evil feared him and those he created."

The air felt colder around us, and I pushed my head back against Logan's stomach, wanting to make sure he was still there.

"If he was so bad, why was he never stopped? Surely someone, a human or demon or something, would have put an end to him?" Logan finally spoke.

"It was like the vampires and werewolves hiding behind their warriors, he was behind so much, how could anyone ever find him?" I answered.

Ms. Huntington nodded. "Besides, Drac was the last true monster he created. Something changed then, he no longer got the same amount of joy out of seeing others suffer."

"He got a conscious?" Zane muttered bitterly.

"Perhaps. You see, something else started happening around then too. As much as the werewolves and vampires wanted to control their creations, they couldn't. I guess his creation of Hunters was a sign his dark reign wasn't ever going to be eternal. Humans are strong willed, with minds of their own and you've come a long way since then. With Hunters influence, the others began to turn on their masters. Who better to kill them, than the ones made by them?"

"The constant fighting that existed before the treaty was because of this. We weren't fighting to stop evil, we were just like them, out of control and at war for our own freedoms." Again Logan spoke.

"Precisely. It was during this time, that, we will call him Cain, came across a Hunter who was trying to reason with a demon over his actions. He sought peace and even with the vampires he tried to talk logic with them. He had many theories on how we all could live together, instead of creating more death on all sides and his sword was rarely used. His kind started to listen to him. Cain not only admired this man, but saw the potential in his views. That Hunter, was Alistair Bunting." She smiled at me, almost fondly. "And so, rather than continuing to use his power for evil, Cain used it for good."

"The Treaty?" Zane asked.

"Exactly, and that is where I come into it." She smiled, and stood up, moving to the space beside her desk. "I am an Oracle."

We all closed our eyes at the burst of bright light and gone was the woman we all knew. The one in her place was something else entirely. She looked my age, with almond shaped black eyes. Considering her skin was almost translucent, her hair a silvery shade of white like her dress, the dark eyes seemed to take on a life of their own.

"Oracles don't actually exist!" Logan blurted out.

They were a rumor, something all the fae denied every knowing about and they barely got a mention in any history book. Witches claimed to have some of their powers, being able to see the future and what not, but they were not a race of their own. At least, not until now.

"I say we do." Her voice was practically lyrical, like the strum of a harp with a hard undertone.

"And the treaty?" I couldn't stop staring at her beauty, never had I ever seen anything like her.

Her hand went over her chest, and a warm golden glow appeared in a ball - almost like a little ball of sunlight. "Is right here."

We already knew the demons were behind the treaty actually being created. Without their support, Alistair and any of the others wouldn't have stood a chance.

"Dracula and his supporters know the paper copy is just words, a symbol of what this stands for. All the magic needed to bring peace to the world, is right here. For as long as I exist, it shall too."

"That's why they are coming here, to get you!" Zane points out the obvious as the ball is once again put into it's vessel. 

Her hand waves over the photograph and we all watch as her figure appears behind the bit of paper that was the first draft of the Treaty. 

"Here I am able to supervise you all, ensure you learn all you need to carry out what the Treaty intended. The only person who knows, who I truly am, is the President, Cain and now you three. If Dracula knows, I fear for Ronaldo's life." She tells us sadly, returning to her disguise. "Elise, how did you find me in those photographs?"

"I don't know." I admitted, just like when Dracula seemed interested in finding out how I got out of that room.

"Come here Hunter." Instantly I obeyed, walking to stand beside her.

The coldness of her palm instantly heated as she closed her eyes and all I could imagine was being in that ball of golden light. It was beautiful, peaceful and all too quickly taken away.

"Do you remember anything at all after that mutt tried to keep you with him in hopes of opening another portal?"

"No. Nothing."

 "Good." She smiled, and I wanted to ask her what was going on, but instead I sat beside Zane. "This secret is never to leave this room."

"Okay, but what do you do exactly?" I ask, curious about the whole Oracle thing.

"Another time Elise, not now." She paused, as if waiting for something and right on cue an alarm started to blast through the building.

The loud, shrill siren had all of us covering our ears and Frank instantly came running in. "We got company!"

Looking out the window, we had all missed the fact the sun had set. 

"Let's go!" Zane ordered, and leaving Ms Huntington in her office, the rest of us ran towards the gym where we'd all be meeting to prepare.

This really was war and now we knew exactly what we would be fighting for.