Someone comes to Violet's rescue.

"Where did she go?" The not so distant voice came from just outside the store that Violet had taken refuge in, causing the out of breath red headed geek to freeze with fear. The voice belonged to Megan, Jess' second-in-command of the College's cheerleader team. Megan was a tall leggy brunette with a face and a rack that made her almost as attractive as her friend and leader. Unfortunately she was no less shallow or cruel than Jess.

"She probably went home crying," A third, equally unpleasant voice chimed in. This voice belonged to Tiffany, the final member of the school's Cheerleading version trinity of terror, a buxom raven-haired beauty whose attitude was as foul as her appearance was fair.

"Nah, she's here somewhere!" Jess stated Intently "I bet that she thinks she can hide from us in this freak show store!"

The sound of the door to the occult shop swinging open and the chime of the bell hanging above caused Violet to panic. She looked around, searching for someplace to hide.

"Don't worry," A heavily accented, but reassuring feminine voice said softly from behind her. "I'll get rid of those bitches! You just keep quiet and hide yourself, little mouse."

Violet turned to thank the mysterious, accented stranger who had just volunteered to defend her, and get rid of her tormentors, but before she could even catch a glimpse of her would-be savior, the lady in question was already making her way towards the front of the shop.

"You three! Out" Violet's would be saviour called out, her exotic voice clearly tinged with dislike for the trio of teenaged terrors, while Violet cautiously crept to the end of the aisle and took a peek around the corner, watching the drama unfold. From the angle that she had Violet couldn't see the person whom was coming to her defense, but she could see her beautiful bullies.

"Relax! We won't be long! We're just looking for a fat lezza bitch with glasses, and a shitty mop of red hair. Is she hiding in here?" Jess replied, her tone dismissive and haughty to the older woman, her arms folded while both Tiffany and Megan stood either side of her.

"No, you'll be going now! I've only just had the shop front cleaned after your last visit!" The stranger-whom was apparently the store owner- replied angrily. "The paint took forever to get off the windows!"

"It wasn't us! We didn't throw the paint at your windows!" Megan stated, with an amused little smirk on her beautiful face.

"No, but you paid the little hoodlums to do it!" The exotic sounding woman stated emphatically."You're not nearly as clever as you think. Now, get out!"

"You can't tell us what to do! This is America, bitch!" Tiffany snapped back, her beautiful face awash with anger. "Go back to your own country!"

"This is my shop, and you have no business in it. I'd suggest you leave before things get... difficult."

"Difficult? What are you gonna do? Hit me with a Ouija board?" Jess laughed, as usual her sweet sounding laugh and voice was a stark contrast to her razor sharp tongue, and cruel demeanour.

"Please! You think I'd use such trash? No, I have my own ways. Ways you don't want to be acquainted with."

"Oh, yeah?" Megan sneered derisively, clearly as unimpressed as her golden haired friend and fellow cheerleader. "And just what would that be?"

"If you're so interested, I'll show you. But you might not like what you see." The shop owner stated, her voice going suddenly went cold, and Violet could almost hear the smile on her ally's lips.

"Do your worst, bitch!" The blonde cheerleader replied, as cocky and haughty as ever.

"I don't know... you guys have heard the stories about this place..." Tiffany called out her voice trailing off nervously. "....maybe we should leave!"

"Whatever, this place will probably go bust soon anyway!" Said Jess dismissively. "Let's go! She's probably hiding in one of those lame comic shops. I bet she's getting her freak on while checking out all those scantily clad superheroines on the pages"

"Yeah, maybe we can catch her with her hands underneath that ugly ass skirt getting off to some pics of Wonder Woman, Catwoman, or any of the other lame characters that those dorks like!" Megan added, snorting with laughter, while Violet's face turned a deep crimson for her tormentors' cruel comments weren't all that far from the truth, for she did have a very extensive comic book collection at home, and had spent many an evening drawing very naughty comics featuring her favourite heroines and villainesses, with some of them packing rather impressive bulges in their tights.

The three young cheerleaders started to walk away, laughing amongst themselves as they headed towards the exit. "It's probably Power Girl that Violet likes best, since she clearly has a thing for blondes, right Jess?" Tiffany chucked, teasing her golden haired friend, causing Megan to let out a derisive snort.

"Shut up, you two!" Jess barked at her two friends, her tone full of anger, and Violet could be wrong, but she thought that her tormentor in chief's voice also held the slightest hint of embarrassment. "Any more comments like that, and the college will be full of rumours that the pair of you are trannies!"

"You wouldn't dare!" Tiffany gasped out, clearly horrified by her friend's threat, whilst Megan looked decidedly unimpressed.

"Wouldn't I? I'll have the whole school thinking that the two of you have each have a cock underneath those short skirts of yours in no time flat!" Jess snapped, glaring at her two friends, the look on her face, and her tone of voice leaving no doubt that she was both perfectly willing and capable of making good on her threat, and was just waiting for an excuse to do so.

"Yeah, yeah," Megan mumbled, rolling her eyes."Honestly, Jess, sometimes I wonder why I put up with your crap. Anyway, come on! Let's get out of here, before we catch something or worse.....someone that we know sees us in here!"

"Agreed!" Tiffany declared, nodding her head and shuddering at the prospect of being caught in this hell hole of a store.

"Yeah, this place is a total dive," Jess agreed. "Let's get out of here."

The three beautiful cheerleaders left the occult shop, still gossiping loudly as they went, their voices and laughter trailing off as they got further away.

"They've gone, you can come out now, little mouse!" The accented voice of the shop owner called out, her words full of reassurance, and a smile could be heard on her lips.

"Th-thank you," Violet practically squeaked with relief, her heart beat gradually started to slow down, and her breathing returning to normal as the danger had passed, at least for the moment. "I-I'm.... I'm in your d-debt!" She added , and emerged from her hiding place, before making her way to the front of the store, her emerald green eyes fixated on the door on the off chance that her tormentors would come bursting back through the door.