An Altogether Different Day.

You spent the afternoon trying to feel normal. just carry on with your classes and do your best... but of course, there was nothing normal about your best so far. You destroyed Mathematics with ease In third period (Something that You usually struggled with) and that is when things got weird... again.

The Last time that You had met Ms Francheska Franklin, was a freaky occasion, the image of yellow eyes and a near unbuttoned shirt flashed in your mind. and Yet, when the Sexy, Buxom blonde in her Blouse and slacks came into the classroom, the History teacher seemed nothing less than her old self "Quiet everyone, Mr Harmon do shut up." She said, staring through her spectacles at the Football player, who scowled.

Jane frowned as she shifted uncomfortably next to him. You stared at them, your mind ablaze. If Jane didn't even like him then why in the name of christ was she with him!? You understood the Money thing but fuuuuck, You were here now!? Why didn't she just... quit. quit being with Duke the Douchebag quit being an untouchable, Vicky may have been acting weirdly nice lately but she was THE QUEEN BITCH, crushing the egos of many a Nerd under her heel, Camile was an airhead who made no effort to be horrible or nice either, and Isabella Salvador was nothing less than a Hag.

"Mr Drake!?"

You jolted, staring at the front of the class, as the class stared back at you. Ms Franklin gave you an expectant look, holding the register in her large hands "Present, Ms Franklin..." You mumbled.

The Blonde mature lady, her hair up in a bun, stared at you momentarily, before smiling sinisterly "Pay more attention, Mr Drake. And welcome back, by the way."

You shrunk under everyone's gaze, Daisy rubbing your arm supportively from beside you "Thank you, Ma'am." You squeaked.

The Class went on and You of course, and Ms Francheska taught about ancient Greece, teaching the class about an old epic of Gilgamesh, about a man that served a feast to the god Zeus and paid a Beastly price when the King of the Gods discovered that the meal was composed of the flesh of the sacrificed, his punishment steeped in fur and fang.

You picked it all up remarkably, absorbing the knowledge with utter ease until something hit you square in the head. The Paper ball bounced off of your forehead and landed in front of you.

Sighing, and not even bothering to look up to Duke Harmon as He smiled darkly. You unfurled the crimpled paper and read the poorly handwritten text forthwith "Yo girl is getting the Good D now bishhh." was inscribed.

Taking a deep breath, you tossed the paper over your head and into the trashcan, trying to continue your... face... he hit you right in the face again, Harmon's insufferable chuckle sounding from just a ways off, and Jane's angry whispering sounding too as she knocked the football player.

You uncrumpled the paper, staring at the writing on it again "I like your carer, dicky-drake, maybe I should fuck her too?"

Another in the bin, Daisy grimacing at that one was she touched your hand supportively. You just took another breath and continued your lightning fast note-taking, when Bam. right into the lens of your glasses.

"Chip... don't" Daisy whispered. But with trembling hands, you took the Paper and opened it up.

"Daddy can't save you from the grave, dicky-drake."

Crushing the paper in your hand, your eyes blazed gold as You launched the paper ball with all of your might, the ball squashing painfully into Duke Harmon's eye as he laughed lowly at you, reeling back and grasping his eye in pain, you blinked, staring at your own trembling had as Ms Franklin paused. Duke Harmon standing up, his face red and wrought with rage.

"Oooooh shit," you said like a deer in headlights.

Duke looked about ready to crush you when Ms Franklin called out "Duke! sit down. Now!!"

The Blonde douche scrunched up his face at her, then looked back at you furiously mouthing "You're dead." and placing himself back into his seat.

Jane looked back at you pressingly, worried and apologetic, but you turned your eyes away, trying to focus on the rest of the lesson.

With the ring of a Bell, the lesson was over and your mind was full of knowledge, and fear. You hesitated to leave your seat as all others arose, Duke Harmon especially staring like a razor as Jane pulled him out of the class.

staring absently at the desk, your mind fluttered with sounds that You had never heard.

"You're not gonna eat them then?"

_**"...I'm not taking good parents away from their children..."- - - - - -

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You gripped your head which writhes once again, red hair swirling in your memory, and Black hair swirling above that.

We... are... killers...

"Mr Drake?" Your eyes turned up dully to Ms Franklin, her deep blue eyes watching you from above. Ms Franklin smiled a little at you, her canines flashing as she drew up a seat beside you "You look, distressed."

Your silver eyes looked upon her "Do you believe in monsters? Ms Franklin?" Bloody tears, cold skin, white teeth.

Removing her glasses and unclasping the pin in her hair which fell like a river of pale gold on her shoulders "That depends, many men in history have been labelled as such, lost to the ages in the skin of a beast... who are we to judge when the hands of time might strike equally as unfavourably upon us?"

You nodded, "Before. you said... You saw something in me... Do you think I'm a monster?"

Ms Franklin stared with those disarming eyes of hers, and her huge hands touched on your shoulder. She took in a breath and she smiled "You said to me, a long time ago that You didn't want to fight because that would make you as bad as your enemy... do you still think that?"

You nodded "Yes."

She seemed to disagree "That may have been true once, Charles Drake. But you are an altogether different man now." You stared uncertainly into her eyes, and she shrugged, replacing her glasses and tying up her hair again "I protected you before, but you are strong enough to fight your own battles now. if you choose not to, that is your own problem, whether Royce agrees or not, whether Fenrir agrees or not. It is my choice. I can taste the remnants of your former self, feel it's flesh in the gaps of my teeth... chew on this, Dark one, Make pact with the Night, and Let the hunt begin........"

You gasped, taking in a sharp breath as Images invaded your brain, "EERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAH." Snakes writhe in the pit, dark shadows danced in the eclipse, fangs sunk into flesh and your Mind cracked open like an egg.

You stumbled down the halls, head wringing, vision blurred, you leaned against a locker, your ears wrung violently, overwhelmed with an unrelenting sound that pierced into you like swords, the footsteps of other students boomed like the march of ten thousand shoulders, every sense was overwhelmed, you closed your eyes, for they saw every particle, every detailed inch, for miles and miles you could see.

Trying to steady your head, you shut out the sounds, breathing deeply to slow the deafening sound of your own beating heart. it felt paradoxically natural and natural as your mind came to a steady draw, you just needed to relax, to stay calm, and you could master this, whatever it was, you could control it-

You head cracked against the hard metal, the pain dazing you as You slumped to the ground, everything amplified twenty-fold by your overcharged senses "YoU ThInK YoU GeT to FUck WItH Me DiCkY-dRaKe!??"

Duke Harmon's voice screeched into your ears as the man appeared before you, hatred and rage in his eyes. His leg delt a powerful kick that shattered into your ribs, sending a shocking crushing pain through your body as You lurched.

"DUKE STOOOP!? GET AWAY FROM HIM!?" Jane cried, trying to push the strong athlete away, but he knocked her to the ground with ease.

"Get your fucking hands off me you nerdy slut!? What you think I wouldn't hear about him sitting with you in Beans this morning!" Duke kicked you again hard in the chest, forcing the breath from your lungs and dazing you as you choked on air. Duke flew into an even further rage, kicking and crushing you from below, his heel breaking deep into the bone of your nose that spurted blood down your face as You became lost in pain. "Don't. you ever. come near. my girlfriend. again!!!" Duke called, Jane crying out from the side.

You looked at her absently, it didn't feel like this was happening to you, it felt like you were watching something else, watching yourself get beaten to a pulp, watching Jane cower and cry "So that's why? of course, that's why... she's scared of him... she trapped herself with him for me... and she's scared, I'm an idiot. a Selfish Idiot."

A Body placed herself in front of Duke, shielding you, her dark hair waving as she covered you with her arms "Stop." Victoria snarled.

Duke paused, huffing angrily as He looked on "Move the fuck out of my way Vic."

She held fast "I said stop."

"You think just because You're Chaz's Girl that I won't fuck you up?" He growled.

Victoria smirked "Yeah. Now fuck off. Meathead, before I'm tempted to text your captain."

Duke sniffed, pulling back as He cracked his knuckles, and grasped Jane by the arm "Get up Bitch, we are going." Jane yelped as the jock pulled her off, his goons laughing as Your eyelids became heavy and dark eyes looked at you.

"CHIP!?" Daisy's voice sounded clear in your overpowered ears. "WHAT HAPPENED!? I JUST WENT TO THE BATHROOM!?"

"He needs to go to the hospital." A Girl that sounded like Camile said, though way to collected, her fingers touching your pulse and listening to your breath in seeming fascination.

But Daisy shook her head, easily picking you up with little regards for your weight "No. I-I've got him... Just... Bye..."

You passed into blackness.