Reason for call

Sitting down grunting Danté was rather irritated, his flight delayed a few times and this one was not even first class, it couldn't be helped, atleast he was on it.

He strapped in before any air hostess could tell him otherwise and took out his canteen of rum and coke, a trait he learned from founding friends in South Africa, mix it with cola, it tastes that much better.

He sighed looking out, the plane still boarded at a turtle's pace and it was frustrating, his mind at ease this country is now purged, clean, sweeped, not that it mattered, these people are so focused on crime, corruption and government affairs, it seemed no one would ever notice a vampire sneaking around, its the perfect retirement village for one without a doubt.

He took out his ringing phone "Kane?"

"You sorted the target?"

"Yes, ashes to ashes"

"Good, your next target has just been identified"

Danté's stomach turned, sometimes months would go by before another target appears now they fall like flies!

"Yes?"

"A girl attending a university in New York, we'll send you the info on your mobile"

Danté smiled, so this is what fate looks like? 

"Understood"

The phone received the messages just before the 'Fasten seatbelt' attention sounded, by this time usually 'Airplane mode' is also ordered in, he didn't care, signal off, but the pictures on.

The girl had black hair, a native American, her eyes multiple colored, and she's cute... Description... 

Age: 20

Name: Known as Rebecca only.

Last location: New York, outskirts.

Reason for call: Possible hybrid.

Danté's eyes shot wide and he slapped his mouth before he could say anything too hard. He looked at the fat bastard left of him who grunted sitting down, then out the window, this plane should move now! It should move!

He looked at her, that frown made her look fierce, Rebecca hey? Nice name, nice girl, nice target, how he waited for this!

But then something occurred to him, why would they give the scumsweeper the honor of hunting a hybrid? Usually this is the task of the so called 'More qualified' hunters?

Danté suddenly felt uneasy but the plane finally moved, here he goes, now scenarios ran through his head, should he take Skyler first? There was no time limit given on Rebecca, and they said 'Possible hybrid' not 'Confirmed hybrid'

Danté chuckled and leaned back 'Of course' find out if it is~ not hunt it... Fuck them!

He couldn't wait to see what made this girl 'tic' would his holy silver have a double effect on her!? Since she has the blood of both! Is she tolerant to garlic!? What would she choose first!? Flesh? Or blood!? How fast is she!? How strong is she!? Can she fight? She's but a college student, sure she's young but Dante being 24 won't consider himself an age old expert as well! Equal grounds, this was going to be the hunt of his life!

His eyes got stuck on hers, blue, green, blue green, it made him hesitate for a second, did he just lose his breath for her!? Nonsense! That will never happen, above all the hunt is what he wanted, no woman can seduce him into submission, especially her, considered an abomination even to vampires and werewolves.

The afterburners of the plane shook him away from her gaze and he saw the guy next to him lean over to see her face, he twitched the phone away.

"She your girl?"

"Its a picture on a social media site ass wipe! Mind your own business!"

The big man chuckled shaking his head.

Dante looked down again, she's a university student... What in earth does a hybrid study for anyway? To become a dentist? What about a doctor? Mechanic? Danté suddenly had a very human outlook on her, she wanted to become something... Make something with her life... He wanted atleast to know her answers before he squeezed the trigger.

"You're in love with her aren't you?" His neighboring passenger said.

"No! Fuck off already!" He said taking his canteen out and drinking the liquid.

Hunting was all he ever did, it went well in the beginning, starting off as a trainee, then ranking up to scavenger... His job merely to collect ash and dead werewolves.

Then rank next he became a sweeper, the one who goes for lowlifes and small fry, but that's it, the era of vampires and werewolves abruptly ended with the death of the Elders, thanks to Raymondias and his precious omega...

He sagged his head, one vampire and one wolf he actually wanted to thank, vampires killed his parents and he saw it, the Silver cross came to him and offered the hunter position, he had an unspeakable hate for them so he took it.

But when Ray and Tala killed off the big gun, somehow he felt peace through that, his family avenged, but he never got to thank them.

Now he continues what he does, in a tribute to those who sacrificed their lives against the elders, he will sweep, and keep sweeping, until all the scum is in the chum bucket and fed to the sharks!

Fifteen hours later he touched down in the big apple, feeling he couldn't wait to take a bite out if this! Checking his phone a new message was on, his HQ, hopefully they didn't cancel his date with Rebecca.

"Sir"

"You in NY?"

"Just arrived"

"Ok, so I hope the message was clear? A possibility, and its your job to confirm it"

Danté knew it, but secretly smirked "Understood"

"As for your cover"

"Cover?"

"Yes, what? You wanted to go up to the girl and outward ask her? Are you stupid?"

"I was going to find a way!"

"This is no trifle matter, hybrids are dangerous, we need confirmation within the next week"

'Dammit! A time limit!'

"Ok, I'm listening"

"How well did you study biology back in training?"

"I did it to sharpen my knowledge over the anatomy of wolves since I might have hunted them"

"I hope you know more than that, we made arrangements for a biology lecturer to... Disappear for a while, a week to be precise, and fixed it so you will be the stand in"

"What!? Give class to a bunch of students!?"

"Yes! You're perfect for the job, it shows here you scored full marks on you biology"

"That's not enough to qualify me for giving it as a subject at a fucking university!"

"Adapt, overcome, that's how we work, and this is your mission, she's in that very same class you will lecture, close enough for you to poke around"

Danté swallowed, from sweeper to teacher... How the hell did that happen!?

"Good luck, you start Monday"

The phone went silent and Danté hung his arm, dumbfound, how should he approach this?

The info message came through about details of the university "South Harlem!?" He went cold, not only any university, a damn prestigious one as well! He worried his lack of knowledge might break his cover in this one, he had to find ways to educate his brain alittle more, at any cost.