Hidden in the Immortals

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Chapter 4 (v.1) - Chapter 4

Submitted: November 29, 2017

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My alarm went off at 6:30 the next morning. I groaned as I reached over to turn it off. As I sat up I realized my throat was starting to mildly burn. It felt like I just had a sore throat. And now that I've had a taste of human blood, the craving for it seemed to intensify; but I was going to have to settle for animal. I had to hurry and get ready so I could feed before school. I took a quick shower and finished getting ready. I hurried down the stairs and grabbed an apple out of the fridge.

"You're ready early this morning." Mom commented from the table as she took a sip of coffee. She had her work clothes on and would be leaving in about a half hour.

For some reason, it felt weird to tell mom that I was going to go drink blood; even though she knew I was an Immortal. "Yeah, I have some homework at school that I forgot about." I lied, as I took a big bite out of the apple. Then I grabbed my backpack that was hung around the back of a chair. "I want to get there early and finish it." I slipped one of the straps over my shoulder and backed up toward the entry way. I took another large bite from the apple. "I have to work after school, but I'll see you tonight."

She nodded. "Okay, have a good day." She smiled. "I love you."

I smiled back. "Love you too." I replied as I hurried into the entry way and slipped my shoes on. I grabbed my car keys and half jogged to my car. Before I got in, I took one last large bite from the apple and tossed it in our trash bin on the curb. Then I opened my car door, set my backpack on the passenger's seat and tore out of the drive way. It was now 7:15. It took five minutes to get to the woods, approximately 15 minutes to hunt—give or take, and a ten minute drive to school from there; which meant I would be at school at about 7:45. Fifteen minutes before school started.

No more than five minutes later, I was parking my car on the gravel road next to the woods. No one was around so I sprinted into the tall trees at full speed. At this time in the morning, most of the woodland creatures were awake and going about their lives. Too bad I had to pick one out to feed off of. I could hear and smell animals in the tree next to me; so I stopped and looked up. Sure enough, there was a family of squirrels jumping happily around the branches. I almost felt bad, but I had to do what I had to do.

I gracefully jumped high into the tree and grabbed the branch the squirrels were next to. They barely had time to react as I let go of the branch and grabbed two of them by their tails, then landed silently back on my feet. I drank from both of the squirrels at the same time so I could make it to school somewhat early. My fifteen minute guess had now turned into eighteen. I drank all the blood from the squirrels, tossed them to the ground, and hurried back to my car. When I got there I looked in the mirror and noticed I hadn't gotten a drop of blood on my face. I grinned flashing my fangs to myself and then pulled them back up.

I pulled into the school parking lot at 7:50. I parked my car in the first empty spot I saw, even though it was very far away from the front door. Then, I grabbed my backpack and hurried into the school. I saw Noelle waiting for me by my locker holding onto her English folder and book. She wore an impatient look on her face.

"About time! I was about to go to class without you." Her voice coming out kind of shrill. Noelle wore her dark brown hair in a fishtail side braid and had on a navy blue hooded sweatshirt with light jeans.

I shot her a glance with a small smile. "Well you could've. You don't have to wait for me." I opened my locker and plopped my backpack down on the floor of it; then pulled out my stuff for English. Then we began walking toward our first period class.

"Well it's too late now." She commented. We walked into the classroom with two minutes to spare. Mr. Nelson was writing the lesson plan for today on the white board.

He looked over and smiled at us; at me in particular. "Good morning, girls." He greeted.

"Good morning, Mr. Nelson." Noelle and I said in unison. We took our seats at our tables which were the ones closest to the door. I sat in the very front and Noelle sat directly behind me. The late bunch hurried into the classroom just as the bell rang. Ben happened to be among them, per usual.

Mr. Nelson smirked at them. "I could mark you all tardy, you know." He wasn't going to, of course. Mr. Nelson was well known around school as the "cool teacher". He gave out the least amount of homework of any teacher, was very lenient on marking students tardy, and was very good about making his classes fun and interesting. He went over to his desk and picked up the paper with all of our names on it. He silently checked if we were all present. "Looks like everyone is here except," He glanced over at the empty seat next to me. "Mr. Addams. What a shocker." The class laughed out loud at Mr. Nelson's blatant use of sarcasm. Not a moment later, Chad walked through the door and took his seat next to me. "Now you I am going to mark tardy." Mr. Nelson told him whilst shooting daggers at him.

Chad grinned at him. "Sorry, I just had to grab a bite to eat." I saw Mr. Nelson's jaw clench. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day after all." Chad just grinned smugly at Mr. Nelson as he looked utterly furious.

Mr. Nelson managed to shake the angry look off his face and smile politely back at Chad. "Yes, well, next time try to be on time for class," He paused and his smile widened. "Or your blood will be on my hands." I'm sure he meant this literally. The class laughed at Mr. Nelson's comment, but Chad looked utterly unamused. Well now I knew without a doubt that Mr. Nelson was in fact, a hunter.

Chad sat up straight and turned his entire body in Mr. Nelson's direction. "You wish, buddy." Chad said in a challenging voice. The pact. Mr. Nelson gave him one last death stare and turned back toward the rest of the class.

"Hand your assignments from Friday up to the front of the class, please." Mr. Nelson instructed; the tone of his voice back to its calm state. The class began handing up their assignments to the people sitting in the front row. Mr. Nelson began walking around and collecting the homework. Everyone in my row had completed their assignments. Mr. Nelson smiled at me as he scanned through the papers I had handed him. "Good job, Julianna's row." He shot us a thumbs up. Then he moved in front of Chad. Chad handed him the stack of papers in his hand. Mr. Nelson shuffled through the papers, then looked down at Chad disapprovingly. "And where is your assignment, Mr. Addams?"

Chad shrugged. "I didn't do it." His voice was as smug as ever. He sighed lazily. "I have more important things to do than read ancient plays by dead guys."

Mr. Nelson did not look impressed by this. "Detention, Mr. Addams. Right after school today until," He paused and thought about this for a moment. "Seven." Uh oh. Chad was going to be extremely thirsty by then; and Mr. Nelson seemed to be well aware of this.

"Seven?!" Chad's discontent for this seemed to give Mr. Nelson great pleasure. "That's so unfair!" Chad had risen to his feet in an instant. Mr. Nelson did not waver or look even remotely scared by this, even though Chad was almost in his face.

"Well maybe you'll be on time for my class once in a while and actually do your assignments." Mr. Nelson retorted. He didn't give Chad to respond to that; Mr. Nelson simply walked back to his desk. Chad slowly took his seat again.

Soon the bell rang and the class started to hurry out of the door. I picked up my stuff and began walking toward the door with Chad, Noelle, and Ben.

"Julianna," Mr. Nelson called to me. "Can you stay back a minute?" I gave him a quick nod, and looked back at my friends.

"We'll wait for you in the hall." Noelle told me; and the three of them left the room. I walked over to Mr. Nelson who sat in his chair.

"How're you doing, Julianna?" He asked me in a friendly tone with a bright smile on his face. Mr. Nelson was kind of good looking. He was tall, with dark brown hair, and pretty blue eyes.

I smiled back at him. "I'm fine." I replied. "What's up?" I doubted he made me stay back to ask how I'm doing.

He wheeled over to his computer and clicked the mouse a couple times. "So far you have the best grades in the class." He smiled again and wheeled back over to me. "That's an excellent achievement."

I nodded once at him. "Thank you, sir." Why did I get the feeling that he was just doing this because I was the daughter of Jay Mercado?

He looked back over at the door and then back at me. "Listen, I know you're friends with Chad, but he is not a good kid." Before I could disagree he spoke. "Bad company corrupts good character after all." I didn't try to come back with anything this time. "Your father and my father are very good friends as you are well aware of I'm sure; and I'm certain yours would want me to keep you from getting too caught up with people like Chad."

"With all due respect sir, Chad and I have been friends since kindergarten so I think we're passed the point of being too caught up with each other." I wasn't trying to sound rude, even though what I said was very true; it just came out that way.

He nodded. "Just... don't forget where you've come from." I knew what he was referring to, but I'm positive he didn't know that I knew. I just gave him a smile and a small nod, and walked out of the classroom. Chad, Noelle, and Ben were anxiously waiting on the other side.

"What was that about?" Noelle asked with wide eyes. She glanced over to the clock on the wall. "And make it quick; class starts in like...fifty seconds." Ben and Chad's lockers were in the opposite direction of mine and Noelle's.

"He was just congratulating me for having the best grades in the class." I told them. "Now, let's go." I started pulling Noelle in the direction of our lockers, and saw Chad and Ben sprint toward theirs. There were a few other students in the halls frantically trying to make it to class on time. I had Geometry next and Noelle had AP Psychology. Noelle's locker was before mine so she quickly pulled out her books and slammed it shut. Then she took off in the direction of her class.

"See you at lunch!" She called back to me. I laughed as I finally approached my locker. I pulled out my things and started quickly toward my Geometry class. There were still quite a few students in the halls which made it difficult to hurry without running into anyone. I finally managed to weave through the swarm of people and began running faster; but then someone called my name. It was just an old friend saying hi. I turned around and waved; which was a big mistake. I immediately ran into someone, knocking them over; and sending everything in both of our arms flying.

"I am so sorry!" I apologized to the guy I had just plowed over. "I should've been watching where I was going!" I knelt down and began picking my stuff up off of the floor.

He smiled at me. "It's okay, accidents happen." I couldn't help but notice that I had never seen this guy before. He was dreadfully good looking. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and was a lot taller and muscular than me; so I assumed he was wondering how I could've possibly knocked him down. I picked up a stack of papers with an official looking stamp at the top of the page.

"I think this is yours." I said as I handed him the papers. I looked around for books or his student planner, but couldn't find anything else.

He smiled and took it from me. "It is, thanks." We both got to our feet. "I think you should maybe tryout for the football team; you'd make one incredible linebacker." He said as he rubbed his elbow.

I shrugged. "I'll think about it." The smile I realized I had been wearing for a while now, not wavering. I looked up at the clock. "But I've got to go." I started taking a few quick steps away. "It was nice running into you." I said with a smirk as I turned and started jogging toward my class.

"You too!" He called after me. I ran into my Geometry class a few seconds after the bell rang, but luckily it went unnoticed.

At lunch, Chad, Noelle, Ben and I were sitting at our usual table. Noelle pointed down at my tray. "You have barely anything on your tray and you usually eat a ton." She noted. "What gives?" I found out that now that I was an Immortal it curbed my appetite for regular food.

"Just not that hungry today." I replied casually as I picked up my sandwich and took a bite out of it.

She looked at me with wide eyes. "You're not hungry? Now that's a first." A grin playing on her lips.

I thought now was as good as time as ever to tell them about my little run in, in the hall today. "So after English I was trying to hurry to Geometry and I ran into this really hot guy and knocked him down." I informed them trying to change the subject about my sudden loss of appetite; but also to vent about my super embarrassing highlight of the day.

"You knocked some poor, hot guy over?" Noelle laughed. "Sounds rough." She added.

"Who was it?" Chad asked suddenly in a firm voice.

I shrugged. "I've never seen him around here before. He didn't have a planner or any books so maybe he doesn't go to school here." I suggested. "But he was holding this very official looking stack of papers; with a stamp on the front and everything."

"Did you get a name?" Noelle asked me with a hopeful note in her voice. I hadn't asked, which I now deeply regretted.

I groaned. "No, sadly. I was kind of in a hurry, but otherwise I probably would've stayed and chatted longer." Noelle smirked at me, Chad was eating his sandwich in silence, and Ben looked like he wanted to figure out who this guy was.

"Do you think he's already graduated? Or maybe a new student?" Ben asked in a detective like tone. Ben had always been the guy who needed to know everything. If there was a question, he was determined to find the answer."You said he had no books and only a stack of official papers; maybe he was bringing them to Principal Santos." He suggested.

Chad groaned and tossed his sandwich onto his tray. "Honestly guys, does it matter?" He snapped. "Julianna ran into some guy she's never going to see again. Let's move on."

It was awkwardly silent after that. What was that all about? I guessed he was probably still mad about detention with Mr. Nelson. I was desperately trying to come up with a new subject because the silence was deafening. I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly.

"So, the homecoming dance is in a couple weeks," I said, finally breaking the silence. "Are you guys planning on going?" Ben shoved a brownie into his mouth as I asked this.

"Yeah, if I can find a date." He responded almost incoherently with his mouth full of food.

"Well you like Bree, don't you?" I asked, gesturing with my thumb over at the girl a few tables away. Ben had, had a huge crush on Bree for forever but never had enough nerve to ask her out.

"Are you kidding? She would never agree to go with me." He grumbled sadly. "Besides, it's pretty obvious she's into Robbie Turner." He gave a quick glance in her direction and then laid his face on the table. "Ella es tan bella." He mumbled into the table.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, she's beautiful, so go and ask her to the dance. The worst she can say is no."

He looked up at me hesitantly. He gave another quick glance over at Bree, then back at me. "No, there's no way she'd ever go out with me." He shook his head quickly from side to side.

"You'll never know unless you try." Noelle pointed out.

Ben glanced over at Bree again and then back at us. "Fine, but if she laughs in my face, I'm never talking to you guys again." He slowly rose from the table and began to make his way over to where Bree sat. He approached the table and all of the girls smiled up at him. I didn't understand why Ben was so freaked out about Bree. He was really good looking and all of the girls at Bree's table seemed to think so too. I listened in on Ben's attempt at asking her out. He awkwardly, but sweetly asked her if she wanted to go to the dance. She said she had already agreed to go with Robbie, but she would've gone with him if he had asked her first. He made his way back to us; then sat down and let out a sigh. "She's already going with Robbie Turner." He informed us bitterly, but then smiled. "But she said if I would've asked her first she would've gone with me."

I pounded my fist on the table. "See! I told you!" I exclaimed. "Plus, I think you might have a shot with one of her friends." I stated and looked back to Bree's table where most of the girls were looking in our direction.

He shook his head. "Nah, I'm good." Then he started eating again like normal.

When school got out at three, I had to go right to work from there. My shift started at 3:45 on weekdays. I worked at a little coffee shop downtown called 'Aunt Jan's Coffee'. I liked working there mostly because I got free coffee; but it was also a very cute shop that a lot of people my age liked to hang out at. Which wasn't always a good thing. Every day after school we got the infamous 'after school rush'; and today I was on my own.

I pulled up to the coffee shop at 3:30; stopping for a blood break before I got there. I grabbed my apron from the backseat, and left my backpack and my phone on the passenger's seat, and then walked inside. The little bell chimed as I pushed the door open. Cassie looked up and smiled when she saw me.

"Hey, Julianna," She greeted as she wiped the counters down. "I'm almost done here." Cassie was twenty-five and worked here for a little longer than me. She was super nice and funny; I wished we could work together more. She pushed her blonde hair behind her ear as she cleaned up the last bit of mess on the counter. She tossed the rag under the counter and walked out toward me. "I'll see you Wednesday." She said with a smile.

"Yep, see you." I returned her smile, and she walked out the door. I tied my apron around my waist and went behind the counter. I began refilling the different creamers and the other additives on the shelf behind me. I noticed a few people that went to my school were already sitting around the tables drinking coffee and laughing loudly. The bell chimed and I looked up to see Emily Berkstad and a few of her friends walk through the door. They were all super preppy and obnoxious.

They approached the counter giggling very annoyingly. "Hey, Julianna!" Emily exclaimed loudly; catching the attention of a few people in the shop. "What's up?!"

I suppressed a groan and an eye roll. "Not much, Emily." I replied flatly. "What can I get you?" I tried to get my voice to sound as least annoyed as possible.

"We'll take four small caramel iced coffees." She told me as she reached into her purse for her wallet; then looked back up at me. "All with skim milk, but one with extra ice and extra caramel." She added with a smile. She handed me a twenty and I gave her, her change.

"They'll be done in a bit." I said, forcing a smile. They shot me a smile and took a seat at a table next to the window. I scribbled their names on four small cups and began making their coffees. I finished, set them on the counter, and called the four of them back up. They thanked me and went back to their table. After that was when the rush really started. Usually I wouldn't get a break for a full twenty minutes. The longest I had gone without a break one time was forty-five minutes; and I held the record for the longest consecutive customer flow. Today the rush lasted a little over twenty minutes, which was a whole lot better than forty-five.

A few hours later, my shift was about to end. The shop closed at nine and it was completely empty now. It was 8:45 and decided I could start cleaning up. I began wiping down the counters, but the sound of the bell chiming made me look up at the door. I smiled widely at the person approaching the counter.

"Hey, linebacker." He greeted with a smile. The guy who I knocked over in the school hall stood before me.

"Hey!" I replied more excitedly than I intended. I cleared my throat. "How are you feeling after our little clash?" I shot him a small grin.

He rubbed his elbow tenderly. "I'm still pretty banged up; I think I should get a free coffee as compensation for my wounds." He returned my grin.

I laughed. "Sorry, I can't do that." I replied in an uncaring tone. "The only one getting a free coffee here is me."

He frowned in fake sadness. "Fine," He sighed. "I'll take a medium dark coffee with just a splash of chocolate syrup, please." His voice returning to normal.

I grabbed a medium latte cup and a sharpie. "What's the name?" I asked with a small smile.

"Garrett." He replied with a smile. Then he extended his hand out to me and I shook it.

"I'm Julianna." I introduced. "It's nice to officially meet you." I smiled. It was very nice actually.

"Likewise." He looked around the empty coffee shop. "Do you have to close up?"

I nodded. "Almost every day for the last year and a half." I started working there when I was sixteen, and six months later my boss Kathy was already trusting me to shut the place down at night. I've never had any problems closing up and Kathy jokes all the time about how I could run the place by myself.

"Sounds better than being errand boy at City Hall, like me." There wasn't a single trace of enthusiasm in his features. Which was surprising because I'd imagine it would be sort of exciting to work at City Hall; especially now considering that's where all the meetings were held about Immortals, no doubt. That and the mayor was a hunter and it would be nice to get a closer look at what he did all day. "All week long I'm basically just running around the building getting coffee and delivering papers to different people's offices."

I handed him his latte. "Oh, it can't be that bad," The genuine look of loathing on his face was so cute it made me blush. It almost made me forget where I was going with my sentence. "I'm sure you see all kinds of exciting incidents go down there."

Garrett huffed and took a sip from his latte. "You'd think." He handed me the money he owed me. "Aside from the occasional mental breakdown of one of the employees, it's all pretty boring."

He brought the cup to his lips and ever so gently rested them against the opening on the lid. I felt myself start to blush again just by watching him nonchalantly sip his coffee. "Is working there really that stressful?" I asked as I casually rested my elbows on the counter and placed my chin in the hands so I could admire Garrett from a different angle. An occasional mental breakdown for City Hall employees wasn't a very good sign. I guess Roger wasn't the incredible, noble, generous man that everyone thought he was if his workers were that stressed. I found out he was fake Friday night, but the evidence of that piling up more and more—wasn't really helping his case.

Garrett gave a half shrug. "From my knowledge, it's not too bad; like I said, the breakdowns are only occasional." He gave me a small grin. "But, yeah, sometimes the pressure just kind of gets to people." His eyes flickered down to the counter quick, then back up at me and let out a small laugh. "Your elbow is sitting in chocolate syrup." He informed me as he gestured down to my elbow.

I let out a disgusted groan and quickly flung myself away from the counter; but as I did this, I backed right into the creamers and syrups on the shelf behind me. Almost everything on the shelf fell to the floor. Most of the liquids stayed in their containers... most. I was instantly splattered with various kinds of coffee additives; the majority of it covering my waist and legs—but I felt some hit me in the face as well. I looked up at Garrett with a look I'm sure resembled something like a deer caught in headlights.

"Please leave." I said in a weak, embarrassed voice. I hastily grabbed the rag sitting on the counter, ironically enough, right next to the chocolate I had my elbow resting in. I knelt down and began wiping up the floor with excessive force and speed.

"No, let me help you." Garrett offered and began to make his way behind the counter. I quickly brought myself to my feet and held out a hand for him to stop.

"No," I shook my head and avoided his eyes by looking back at the mess I had just made. "I can handle it. Please, just go." This was all too embarrassing. The very attractive guy I just met witnessed me knocking over a shelf full of creamer and promptly splattering it all over myself.

He took a half step forward. "Are you sure?" His voice was sweet and concerned. I finally met his gaze and stared longingly into his deep blue eyes. It almost looked like he was staring back at me with a similar longing. "It's no trouble, I promise."

I shook my head again. "No, it's my job. I'm going to do it myself." I was not about to risk embarrassing myself further in front of him. First I run him over in the school hall and then he sees me knock over a shelf of creamers and promptly splattering them all over me; some first impression he must have of me. "Besides, being the klutz I am if you would stay I would probably end up breaking your arm or something somehow." I crouched back down and resumed cleaning up the mess.

Garrett sighed. "Well if you insist you want to do it by yourself, then I'll go." I looked back up at him; my face surely full of embarrassment. He gave me a reassuring smile, then began walking toward the door. I rose to my feet so I could get one last look at him. He had his back turned toward me when he pushed the door open causing the bell to chime. He stopped walking; his hand pressed against the door. Then he turned back around and looked at me. "For the record," He smiled. "The klutzy thing is really adorable." I felt my face get hot. A crushing school girl grin spread across my face. He chuckled quietly. "See you." And he left.

I suppressed a squeal as I stood alone in the now empty coffee shop. I quickly shook it off however, because I still had a huge mess to clean up and I wanted to get home. I hastily, but thoroughly, cleaned up the different coffee additives off of the floor and surrounding areas. I had to take my shoes off so I could clean the bottoms of them; which I only thought of as I started to go out from behind the counter. Luckily I had only taken a few steps when I noticed the footprints I was leaving. I wrote a quick note explaining what had happened and left it on the counter.

Finally, I finished cleaning the place up and made my way out to my car. I got in and saw that it was almost ten. I groaned and reached over for my phone on the seat next to me. Immediately my heart starting pounding. I had 15 missed calls and 28 texts; all from my mom. Something was wrong. I pressed redial and held my phone up to my ear. The phone barely rang once and she picked up.

"Julianna! Where have you been?! We've been trying to get a hold of you all night!" Her voice was full of fear and worry. "I thought you got done with work at nine!?" I could hear in her voice that she had been crying.

I shook my head; my voice failing me at the moment. "M-mom, what's going on?" My voice shook terribly as I spoke. I was incredibly scared to hear what she was going to say—but I had to know.

I heard her sniffle, then immediately clear her throat. "It's Andres," Her voice trembled. "He's been missing for almost two weeks." I could hear her begin to cry again. My heart felt like it had just stopped. My older cousin who I absolutely adored was missing. Tears starting burning my eyes. I blinked them away. When I didn't say anything, mom spoke. "We're going to Romeo and Danielle's tomorrow morning and we'll be staying overnight. We want to be there for them through this."

I nodded, then cleared my throat. "We will; and then we'll find Andres." I spoke this confidently but I had no idea if it were true. "Do you think this has anything to do with...Immortals?" I whispered into my phone before she had time to respond.

It was silent on the other end for a moment. I figured this had already crossed her mind; but maybe it didn't. "I don't know, Julianna." She answered plainly. "Just get home, please." Then the call ended. I saw that I also had received a few texts from Chad while I was working. I didn't open his messages but I did want to talk to him, Noelle, and Ben about this at some point.

I hadn't a clue what to do next. A part of me wanted to go home immediately from here. But another part of me wanted to meet up with my friends and tell them what was going on. The biggest part of me however just wanted to sit here in my car and be alone. I felt like I wouldn't even be able to drive if I tried... my hands were trembling, my vision was blurred with tears, and my thoughts were everywhere. I knew one thing for certain though; if Andres was hurt because of Immortal hunting, I was going to be beyond furious with my father and uncle. If Andres had taken up hunting, I knew him well enough to know that he did it just to please his family. The thought of this caused the familiar bubbling feeling to fill my body as if I were trying to channel my element; but I wasn't. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths in and out to try and control my anger.

I realized I had been gripping the steering wheel so tight that it was actually hurting my hands; which was saying something considering. The extreme anger seemed to pass, but that was only replaced by a complete emotional breakdown. I started sobbing against my steering wheel from the weight of what was happening. The thought of never seeing my cousin again tore me up inside, almost to the point of being physically sick. We were going to find him. We had to find him.

Even if I had to do it myself.

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