went up five stories
high. Three of these floors were dedicated for student housing. The
paved road was clean and wound its way to the front garden. Shaded
by large trees, many varieties of flowers grew from the ground. The
garden led to the front entrance where a giant, iron door reflected
Rosa’s image back to her in the afternoon sun.
Rosa walked on the paved path to the
door. It was a warm June day. The flowers were blooming, and the
birds were singing. She could hear the fountain, which stood in the
rear area of the garden.
She opened the iron door,
greeted by a soothing chill. The lobby was huge. Black marble tiles
covered the floor, as sunlight poured through the large windows
that stretched from floor to ceiling. Two large staircases led to
the first floor.
Nobody was in the lobby as it was
training time. The training classes for the Hunter clan were tough,
demanding, long, and painful. Rosa was glad to have everything
behind her. She walked up the stairs to the third floor, where her
uncle, the leader, had his room located.
She walked along the dark passage to
the end and then knocked at the door. After a small “come in”
echoed from the other side of the door, Rosa turned the knob and
went inside.
Her uncle was sitting in his usual
chair at a desk, deep in his paperwork. He turned around as Rosa
entered the room. As always, he wore a suit. He rose to his feet
and smiled when he saw Rosa, an action that was very rare for
him.
“ There’s my lovely niece,”
he said, and hugged her. He only treated her like this when they
were alone.
“ Hello, Uncle Sergei,” she
said, smiling.
He stepped out of her arms and looked
at her with his big black eyes.
“ Well, the injuries aren’t
that bad. How is your chest?” he asked as he went back to his
seat.
“ Pretty good,” Rosa
answered, and sat down on the chair next to his.
Sergei folded his arms across his
chest. “Well, Rosa. Why are you here?”
Rosa
took a deep breath. Sergei wouldn ’ t be happy about what she was going
to say.
“ Um ... Uncle Sergei. When
I came to school today, I saw two Nephilim,” she told him. His face
showed no emotion. “They are in my class.”
He nodded. “And did you kill them?” he
asked.
Rosa swallowed. She wasn’t usually
afraid of anything, but Sergei had shown his wrath enough that it
made her fear him. He could be charming and nice, but also angry
and violent.
“ I haven’t done it,
because ...”
Sergei’s face darkened and he didn’t
give her the opportunity to finish. He stepped in front of her and
grabbed her arm. His black eyes eyed her darkly.
“ Rosa, do you really know
what your job is?” he cut her off in a calm voice. No matter how
angry he was, his voice was always calm—a calm that frightened her
even more.
Rosa
nodded. Her arm hurt like hell, but she did not fight against him –
didn ’ t dare to fight against
him.
“ You are a hunter. This
mark,” he took her wrist and pointed on it, “This mark shows you
that you are a born hunter. Tell me why you did not kill our
enemies immediately, though it’s your job?”
“ Let me explain it, Uncle
Sergei,” Rosa said to him, looking at him pleading. Her heart was
pounding against her chest.
He watched her for a while in silence,
then he let go of her arm and sat on his chair. His face was still
angry. Rosa rubbed her arm lightly.
“ Talk,” he
ordered.
“ I think they have a
plan.”
Sergei frowned. “Why do you think
so?”
“ Uncle Sergei, think about
it. Who would be stupid enough to run into the fire? They must have
their reasons. If they have reasons, then they have a plan,” Rosa
explained.
“ And what do you think
their plan is?”
“ I don’t know. I have to
find out, so I don't kill them, Uncle Sergei. I need to figure out
what they are planning, so I need them alive.“
He was silent again for a while. Rosa
was waiting for his answer. She hoped that he was satisfied with
her reason for not killing the
high. Three of these floors were dedicated for student housing. The
paved road was clean and wound its way to the front garden. Shaded
by large trees, many varieties of flowers grew from the ground. The
garden led to the front entrance where a giant, iron door reflected
Rosa’s image back to her in the afternoon sun.
Rosa walked on the paved path to the
door. It was a warm June day. The flowers were blooming, and the
birds were singing. She could hear the fountain, which stood in the
rear area of the garden.
She opened the iron door,
greeted by a soothing chill. The lobby was huge. Black marble tiles
covered the floor, as sunlight poured through the large windows
that stretched from floor to ceiling. Two large staircases led to
the first floor.
Nobody was in the lobby as it was
training time. The training classes for the Hunter clan were tough,
demanding, long, and painful. Rosa was glad to have everything
behind her. She walked up the stairs to the third floor, where her
uncle, the leader, had his room located.
She walked along the dark passage to
the end and then knocked at the door. After a small “come in”
echoed from the other side of the door, Rosa turned the knob and
went inside.
Her uncle was sitting in his usual
chair at a desk, deep in his paperwork. He turned around as Rosa
entered the room. As always, he wore a suit. He rose to his feet
and smiled when he saw Rosa, an action that was very rare for
him.
“ There’s my lovely niece,”
he said, and hugged her. He only treated her like this when they
were alone.
“ Hello, Uncle Sergei,” she
said, smiling.
He stepped out of her arms and looked
at her with his big black eyes.
“ Well, the injuries aren’t
that bad. How is your chest?” he asked as he went back to his
seat.
“ Pretty good,” Rosa
answered, and sat down on the chair next to his.
Sergei folded his arms across his
chest. “Well, Rosa. Why are you here?”
Rosa
took a deep breath. Sergei wouldn ’ t be happy about what she was going
to say.
“ Um ... Uncle Sergei. When
I came to school today, I saw two Nephilim,” she told him. His face
showed no emotion. “They are in my class.”
He nodded. “And did you kill them?” he
asked.
Rosa swallowed. She wasn’t usually
afraid of anything, but Sergei had shown his wrath enough that it
made her fear him. He could be charming and nice, but also angry
and violent.
“ I haven’t done it,
because ...”
Sergei’s face darkened and he didn’t
give her the opportunity to finish. He stepped in front of her and
grabbed her arm. His black eyes eyed her darkly.
“ Rosa, do you really know
what your job is?” he cut her off in a calm voice. No matter how
angry he was, his voice was always calm—a calm that frightened her
even more.
Rosa
nodded. Her arm hurt like hell, but she did not fight against him –
didn ’ t dare to fight against
him.
“ You are a hunter. This
mark,” he took her wrist and pointed on it, “This mark shows you
that you are a born hunter. Tell me why you did not kill our
enemies immediately, though it’s your job?”
“ Let me explain it, Uncle
Sergei,” Rosa said to him, looking at him pleading. Her heart was
pounding against her chest.
He watched her for a while in silence,
then he let go of her arm and sat on his chair. His face was still
angry. Rosa rubbed her arm lightly.
“ Talk,” he
ordered.
“ I think they have a
plan.”
Sergei frowned. “Why do you think
so?”
“ Uncle Sergei, think about
it. Who would be stupid enough to run into the fire? They must have
their reasons. If they have reasons, then they have a plan,” Rosa
explained.
“ And what do you think
their plan is?”
“ I don’t know. I have to
find out, so I don't kill them, Uncle Sergei. I need to figure out
what they are planning, so I need them alive.“
He was silent again for a while. Rosa
was waiting for his answer. She hoped that he was satisfied with
her reason for not killing the
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