Soul Eater Aftermath - Year Two: High School

In every generation there is a 'Chosen One'. a single girl in all the world to fight against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness. She is the Hunter.

Yippee!! The characters are older, they're smarter, stronger, and there is... NO SOUL?!?!?! WHOA! There will be no mention of Maka (pretend she never existed. It'll make sense later), and I changed some stuff. It'd be best to disregard the horrible writing[; Oh, and the chapters will be FREAKISHLY LONG!! :DD

Chapter 1

Welcome to the Hellmouth (1)

Cayco POV

I woke up from my nightmare, panting. I looked around, startled.
I sat up and called downstairs, "I'm up, Mom."
"Don't wanna be late for your first day, do you?" she said.
"No," I groaned. "Wouldn't want that.

I looked at everyone in, well, near disgust. The jocks, preps, skaters... this was just like Muir. I chuckled. All it really needs is Jonathan. Or a Jonathan-like... creature. It was a year ago, Cayco, forget about him, already. I didn't even talk to him when I was back at Muir. I muttered, "Maybe I'll ask Hiniku and K what they think."
"What?" Mom asked.
"Oh," I shook my head, "nothing. Just thinking about my best friend."
"Do you want to call him?"
"Nah," I sighed. "Jonathan and I... we're done. When I was back at Muir, I didn't even acknowledge him, talked to him much less."
Mom sighed and put the car in park. She smiled, "Okay."
I sighed and unbuckled my seat belt.
I opened the door and she said, "Have a good time. I know you're going to make new friends right away. Just think positive. Your sisters walked, so try and find them, okay?"
I nodded and closed the door.
Through the open window, she leaned over to me, "And, honey?"
I turned around.
"T-try not to get kicked out."
I smiled and nodded, "I promise."
"Okay," she laughed.
I turned around and sighed, nervously, as my mother drove away.

Alex POV

"Excuse me. Comin' through. Pardon me," I said, on my skateboard trying to dodge people walking by. "Excuse me. I'm not sure how to stop. Please move. Whoa! Excuse me."
A girl who looked like she was in my grade walked by from her mother's car. New girl; two o'clock. "Whoa..." I didn't notice I was still moving until I hit a pole by the stairs. I slowly stood up, "I'm okay. I feel good."
Steven walked up to me, smirking.
"Steven!" I said. "You are so very much the person I wanted to see."
He helped me up, and laughed, "Oh, really?"
"Yeah. You know, I kinda had a problem with the math."
"Uh," he said, "which part?"
"The math," I sighed. "Can you help me out tonight? Pleeease be my study buddy!"
He laughed, "Well, what's in it for me?"
"A shiny nickle," I smiled.
"Okay," he chuckled. "Do you have Theories in Trig? You should really check it out."
I looked at him, confused, "'Check it out?'"
He nodded, "From the library. Where the books live."
"Right," I chuckled. "I'm there. See? I wanna change."
"Hey!" Jesse called.
"Hey, Jesse, what's what?"
"New girl," he said.
"Right," I said, "I saw her. Pretty much a hottie."
Steven chuckled, "I heard someone was transferring. The other new students, and myself, came at the beginning of the year. Wonder why she came in the middle of the second semester..."
"Yeah." I looked back at Jesse, "So, tell."
"Tell what?"
"What's the sitch? What do you know about her?" I said. Steven and I looked at him expectantly.
He shrugged, "New girl."
"Well, you certainly have lots of nothing."

Cayco POV

"Miss Yurimeshi," Principal Flutie said, reading my file.
I looked around his office. Resembles Muir's office strongly. A big desk, a picture of himself, and a name tag thingy.
"Sophomore. Was at John Muir in... Los Angeles, before enrolling at the Death Weapon Meister Academy. Then, you went back to LA for the first semester. Hm. You have an... interesting record," he sighed, picked up my record and ripped it in half. He smiled, "Welcome to Death City High. A clean slate, Cayco, that's what you get here. The past is past. We're not interested in what it says on a piece of paper even if it says-" he looked down at the two pieces of paper, "Whoa."
Great. Here we go. "Mr. Flutie," I said.
"All the kids here are free to call me 'Bob.'"
I hesitated, "Bob."
"But they don't," he said, putting my record back together. He's gonna read about the gym incident. Crap.
"I know my transcripts are a little," I searched for the right words, "colorful-"
"Hey," Mr. Flutie said, grabbing a piece of tape, "we're not caring about that. You think, uh, 'colorful' is the word? Not, erm, 'dismal?'"
"It wasn't that bad," I defended myself.
"You burned down the gym."
I nodded, not wanting to explain the whole "demon" thing, cause he wouldn't believe me, "I did. I really did, but-but you're not seeing the big picture, here. I mean that gym was full of vampi-" I stopped myself. "Asbestos."
"Cayco," he said, folding his hands on his desk, "don't worry. Any other school, they might say, 'watch your step,' or 'we'll be watching you.' But that's just not the way we do things here. We want to service your needs, and help you to respect our needs and if your needs and our needs... mesh," he put my taped-together transcripts in the file folder it came out of and closed it slowly, looking at me, obviously trying to make a point.
I nodded slowly.

Alex POV

The new girl walked out the door of Flutie's office. She wasn't looking where she was going and bumped into somebody, spilling the contents of her bag out, "Oh! Sorry..."
I pushed through some people and knelt by her. "Can I have you?" I said.
She looked at me, confused.
I chuckled uncomfortably, "Uh, I mean... 'Can I help you...'"
"Oh, yeah, thanks," she smiled, as I put stuff in her bag.
"I don't... know you, do I?" I asked.
She shook her head, "I'm Cayco. You?"
"Alex," I said. I closed my eyes, embarrassed, "Is-is me. Hi."
"Well, thanks," she said.
"Well, uh, maybe I'll see you around," I grinned. "Maybe at school. Since we both... go there," I shook my head.
"Great," she said, picking up her bag. "It was nice to meet you," she said, walking away.
I sighed, "We both go to school. Very suave. Very not pathetic." I looked down and saw that she missed something on the floor. "Oh," I called after her, picking it up, "hey! You forgot your... stake." I rolled the sharp stick in my hands, curiously. She kept walking, obviously she hadn't heard me. I tossed in the air and caught it, putting it in my backpack.

Cordelia POV

Mrs. Anderson wrote "The Black Death" on the chalk board.
I was writing down notes, next to the new girl.
"It's estimated," she taught, "that about 25 million people died in that one four-year span. But the 'fun' part about the Black Plague is that it originated in Europe, how? As an early form of germ warfare. If you'll look at the map on page 63, you can trace the spread of the disease into Rome and then North..." I lost most everything after that.
The new girl was looking for a book, I guess she didn't have one. I leaned over to share with her.
"Oh," she smiled, "thanks."
I smiled back and the bell rang.
"Hi," I said, packing up my stuff. "I'm Cordelia."
"I'm Cayco."
"You know," I giggled, "if you're looking for a text book of your very own, there's probably a few in the library."
She chuckled, "Oh, great. Thanks. Uh, where would that be?"
"I'll show you," I smiled, tightening my ponytail. "C'mon! So, you're from Muir, right? In LA?"
"Yeah," she said.
I joked, "Ah, I would kill to live in LA. That close to that many shoes?"
Cayco laughed.

Cayco POV

"Well," Cordelia said, "you'll be okay here. If you hang with me and mine, you'll be accepted in no time! Of course... we do have to test your coolness factor. You're from LA, so you can skip the written, but let's see," she sighed, studying me. "/That/ nail polish..."
"Uh, over?" I said looking at my black nails.
"/So/ 80s. James Feither."
I joked, "He needs to call me."
I thought, "Trendy, but tasty."
"John Tesh."
"The devil."
She smiled, "Well, that was pretty much a 'gimme,' but you passed!"
I exhaled, "Oh, goody."
We passed a boy drinking out of a water fountain. He was wearing green and white plaid jeans and a white top with a black tie.
"Steven!" Cordelia said. "Nice pants! Good to know you've seen the softer side of Sears."
He looked at her and rolled his eyes, "Ya gotta dress smart to be smart. Which is more than I can say for you, Miss Whore: 2009."
"No wonder you're such a chick magnet," she said, sarcastically. "You done?"
"Right, here your majesty," he sighed, giving her space to drink. He spied me and walked away shyly.
I looked after him curiously. My thoughts were interrupted by Cordelia.
"If you wanna fit in here, the first rule is: know your losers. Once you can identify them all by sight, they're easier to avoid."
I chuckled halfheartedly and nodded. He turned around and our eyes met, but then he walked up the stairs and was gone.
"Oh," Cordelia smiled, "you should come by The Bronze tonight!"
"The who?" I asked.
"The Bronze," she said. "It's the only club worth going to here. They let anybody in, but it's still a scene. It's in the 'bad' part of town."
"Where's that?" I said as we walked to the library.
"About half a block away from the 'good' part of town," she grinned, "we don't have much town here. But, um, you should show!"
I nodded, "Well I'll try."
The bell rang.
Cordelia sighed, "Well, I'll see you at gym, and you can tell me absolutely everything there is to know about you."
"Great!" I called as she turned her back to me and walked away. I turned towards the library door and muttered, "Oh, and won't that be fun..."
I opened the door, "Hello? Is anybody here?" I read the newspaper headline: Local Boys Still Missing.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I gasped and turned around. It was Circe... erm, Ms. Garrett, according to her school I.D.
"Oh," I smirked, "somebody's here."
She sighed, "Yes, how may I help you?"
"I was looking for some, well, books," I shrugged. "You may not remember me, I mean, it's been a while. I'm new."
She looked closely at me and a small smile lit her face, "Miss Cayco?"
"Yeah," I smiled, "good call. Guess I'm the only new kid, huh. With brown and green hair."
"Well, now I'm the librarian," she said, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "I was told you were coming."
"Circe," I said suspiciously as she walked behind her desk. "You're the only British person who has ever creeped me out. What are you..."
"I think I know what you're after," she said, reaching under her desk. She pulled out a huge book with "Demons" written on the cover in large font.
I looked at her, shocked, "That's not what I'm looking for."
"You sure?"
"I'm way sure," I said, a little scared.
"My mistake," she shrugged putting it away.
I turned towards the door and almost ran out.

Steven POV

Lunch alone... again. I pulled out the brown paper bag and sat on a bench.
I heard footsteps behind me, coming my way.
"Hey," the new girl smiled. "Steven, right?"
I looked at her, confused, "Why? I-I mean, 'Hi!' Uh, did you want me to move?"
"Why don't we start with 'Hi, I'm Cayco.' And, um, then let's segue directly into me asking you a favor. It doesn't involve moving, but it does involve hanging out with me for a while."
"Aren't you hanging out with Cordelia?" I smirked.
"What?" she said. "I can't do both?"
My smile faded and I shook my head, "Not legally."
"Look," she smiled. "I really wanna get by here. You know, school, and Cordelia's been really nice... to me, anyway. But I kinda have this burning desire not to flunk all my classes, and I heard a rumor that you were the person to talk to if I wanted to get caught up."
I grinned, "Oh, I could totally help you out. Uh, if you have sixth period free, we could meet in the library."
"Or not."
"O-or we could meet someplace quieter... or louder... that place just kinda gives me the wiggins," Cayco shrugged.
"Oh, it has that effect on most kids," I said. "I love it, though. It's a great collection and the new librarian is really cool."
"She's new?"
"Yeah, she just started," I smiled. "She was the curator at some British museum... or, or The British Museum. I'm not sure, but she knows everything, and she brought all these historical volumes and biographies, and am I the single dullest person alive?" I asked sullenly.
She smiled, "Not at all."
"Hey," Alex said, jumping on top of the bench, "you guys busy? Are, uh, we interrupting? We're interrupting."
"Hey," Cayco smiled.
"Hey there!" Jesse grinned, sitting across from us.
"Cayco," I said, "this is Jesse and that's Alex."
"Oh," Alex said, "me and Cayco go way back. Old friends, very close. Then there was that period of estrangement, where, I think, we were both growing as people, but now here we are, like old times. I'm quite moved."
Cayco nodded slowly, not sure what he was talking about.
"Is it me," Jesse said, "or are you turning into a bibbling idiot?"
"No, it's uh, it's not you," Alex sighed.
"Well," Cayco said, "it's nice to meet you guys, I think." She looked at me for I guess, a little help. I shrugged.
Jesse smiled, "We wanted to welcome you, make you feel at home... you know, unless you have a scary home."
"And," Alex said, pulling a pointy wooden object out of his backpack, "to return this. The only thing I can think, is that you're building a really little fence."
Cayco chuckled and took it from him, "No, um... A-actually, it was for self-defense. Everyone has them in LA. Pepper spray is just so passe."
Alex nodded and sat between us, "So what do you do for fun? What do you like? What do you look for in a man? Let's hear it."
"If you have any dark, painful secrets you'd like us to publish..." Jesse said.
"Gee," Cayco said uncomfortably, "everyone wants to know about me. How keen."
"Well, not much goes on in a one-Starbucks town like Death City," Alex explained. "You're pretty big news."
"I'm not. R-really."
Cordelia walked up to us, "Are these guys bothering you?"
"Uh," Cayco sighed, "no."
I tried to save whatever scrap of popularity she had left and quickly said, "Sh-she's not hanging out with us."
Jesse stood up, "Hey Cordelia."
"Oh, please," she laughed looking at him. Then she looked back at Cayco, "I don't mean to interrupt your downward mobility, but I just wanted to tell you that you won't be meeting Coach Foster... the woman with the chest hair... because gym was canceled due to the extreme dead guy in the locker."
"What?" Cayco said, shocked. "What are you talking about?"
Cordelia sighed, "Some guy was stuffed in Aura's locker."
"Totally dead. Way dead."
Alex glared at her, "So, not just a little dead, then."
She glared beck, "Don't you have an 'elsewhere' to be?"
"You know," Jesse joked, I hope, "if you need a shoulder to cry on..."
Cayco interrupted Cordelia's scoff, "How did he die?"
"I don't know."
"Well, were there any marks?"
"Morbid much?" Cordelia said, appalled. "I didn't ask."
"Um," Cayco said, rushed, "I gotta book. I'll, uh, see you guys later." She stood up and walked away.
Cordelia scoffed, "What's her deal?"

Cayco POV

I sneaked around the corner, making sure no one was near the girls' locker room. I grabbed the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. Okay, one... two... three! I tanked the door off of it's hinges and shrugged, placing it on the ground. I looked around inside and knelt next to the body. I turned his head, so his neck was exposed, and there were no bite marks. Crap. Soul... No, I'm jumping to conclusions. There are other eaters, right? I mean, at least five per city. But why now?
I rolled my eyes, "Well, I guess I better find out."

Circe POV

"Okay," Cayco said, bursting through the library doors, "what's the sitch?"
"Sorry?" I said, coming out from behind a bookshelf.
"You heard about the dead guy, right?" she asked impatiently. "The dead guy in the locker?"
"'Cause it's the weirdest thing," she almost yelled, walking up the stairs. "He's without 2 little-little holes in his neck, but instead he has 32. All his blood's been drained. Isn't that bizarre? Aren't you just going 'Ooh'?"
"I was afraid of this," I sighed.
"Well, I wasn't," she said, deflated. "It's my first day. I was afraid that I was gonna be behind in all my classes, that I wouldn't make any new friends, that I would have last month's hair. I didn't think there'd be demons on campus. And I don't care."
"Then why are you here?"
She blinked uncomfortably and fidgeted, "To tell you that... I don't care, which... I don't, and have now told you, so... bye." She turned to leave.
I asked, rubbing my temples, "Is he... will he rise again?"
"Who?" she asked, turning around.
"The boy."
"No," she sighed. "He's just dead."
"Can you be sure?" I tested her.
"To make you an eater, or a vampire for that matter, they have to suck your blood, and then you have to suck their blood. It's like a whole big sucking thing. Mostly, they're just gonna kill you," she shook her head. "/Why/ am I still talking to you?"
"You really have no idea what's going on, do you?" I said, following Cayco down the stairs. "You think it's coincidence, you being here? That boy was just the beginning."
She turned around and yelled at me, "Why can't you people just leave me alone?"
"Because you are the hunter. To each generation a hunter is born. One girl in all the world, a chosen one, one born with the strength-"
"...with the strength and skill to hunt the demons, to stop the spread of their evil blah, blah, blah. I've heard it, okay?" she sighed.
"I really don't understand this attitude," I frowned, folding my arms across my chest. "You've accepted your duty. You've killed demons before."
"Yeah," she shrugged, "and I've both been there and done that, and I'm moving on."
I suddenly realized that she didn't understand the gravity of our situation, "What do you know about this town?" I walked behind my desk.
She shrugged, "It's 2 hours on the freeway from Neiman-Marcus?"
I peeked out from my desk, "Dig a bit deeper into the history of this place, and you'll find a steady stream of fairly odd occurrences. I believe this whole area is a center of mystical energy, that things gravitate towards it th-that you might not find elsewhere."
"Like soul eaters."
"Like vampires, zombies, werewolves, incubi, succubi," I said handing her a book for each species, "everything you've ever dreaded was under your bed, but told yourself couldn't be by the light of day. They're all real."
"What," she said sarcastically, "you, like, sent away for the Time-Life series?"
"W-well, yes," I sighed.
"Oh," she said. "Did you get the free phone?"
"The calendar."
"Cool. Okay, but," she said, handing me the back the books, "first of all, I'm a demon hunter. And secondly, I'm retired. Hey! I know! Why don't you kill 'em?"
I chuckled, "I-I'm a protector. I haven't the skill."
"Oh, come on," she coaxed. "Vampires and eaters: stake through the heart, a little sunlight... it's like falling off a log."
"A hunter hunts, a protector..."
"Y-yes... No!" I put the books on the table we were standing next to. "She, he, it, trains her. She...she prepares her."
"Prepares me for what?" she said angrily. "For getting kicked out of school? For losing all of my friends? For having to spend all of my time fighting for my life and never getting to tell anyone because I might endanger them? Go ahead! Prepare me." She shook her head and walked out the door.

Alex POV

"Damn," Ms. Garrett sighed, following Cayco out the library door.
I peeked out from the bookshelf, confused, "What?"

Cayco POV

Circe ran in front of me and stopped, "It's getting worse."
I sighed, "What's getting worse?"
"The influx of the undead, the-the supernatural occurrences. It's been building for years. There's a reason why you're back here, and a reason why it's now."
"Because now is the time my mom moved here," I frowned.
"Something's coming. Something... something..." she put her arm out in front of me when I started to walk away. "Something is... going to happen here. Soon."
"Gee," I scowled, "can you vague that up for me?"
"The signs, as far as I can tell, point to a crucial mystical upheaval very soon," she said as the bell rang. "Days, possibly less."
"Oh, come on," I sighed. "This is Death City. How bad an evil can there be here that we can't take care of?"


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