The Goth and the Vampire

Chapter 1

Bellatrix POV:

I've kept to myself, bothered no one, yet here I am with my horror movie marathon being interrupted by two large frat boys barging into my bedroom. I was up and out of bed before they even stepped foot into my room. I took a fighting stance with my fists raised and so my left side was facing them. I know I didn't look very intimidating, my brothers always said it was an advantage.

A woman standing at a whopping 5'2" and wearing black bootie shorts covered in skulls and a band t-shirt standing against two very large men was not something many would expect. I couldn't quite see their faces due to my lights being off. The lights were to their back so I was visible to them but they were massive shadows.

They tilted their heads in confusion for a moment before rushing me. I dodged their attempt to grab me and punched the one on the right in the gut as hard as I could. I quickly moved out of the way of the other one and went to kick him in the stomach. He grabbed my leg and held it against his side, but his grip wasn't tight enough to completely lock it in place. He had fast reflexes but no fighting experience it seemed.

I twisted in his grip to use my other leg to kick him in the side of the face. He dropped my leg when my left foot made contact with the side of his head. He fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Fuck!" he yelled as I kicked him in the face while he was on the ground.

"Get out of my room!" I screamed.

The other one came from behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me off the ground.

I head-butted him as hard as I could. I ignored the dull ache in the back of my head. I'd rather be sore than let them do whatever it is they want to me. He dropped me, but as soon as my feet hit the floor a fist slammed against the side of my head. The world spun for a moment as I barely dodged another fist and punched the man in the face with my right hook. I slipped under the other man's arms and ran for the door to the hallway.

My body was already aching from the hits but the adrenaline and fear made me forget about it. I was way out of practice and it was showing.  I was trained by werewolves, these two dolts would have normally been no problem.

I cursed inwardly at myself. I knew I should have kept up with training but there was no time to think about regrets. I attempted to make a run for it but they moved fast. A large arm wrapped around my waist and a hand covered my mouth as I screamed. I bit him hard enough I tasted copper. I spit out his blood as he dropped me.

"Bitch," he cursed under his breath.

"Fire!" I screamed as I booked it down the hallway. It just had to be a holiday that I got attacked. This was literally every horror movie on a college campus. Almost everyone had either gone home or were out partying. No one was here to hear me scream. Those who were nearby most likely thought it a Halloween prank or a show.

I could hear both of them running after me. I looked back and finally got a good look at my attackers in the hallway lights. Jason and Anthony Brookfield, are two members of this college's football team. One a linebacker and the other a running backer. The two fastest members on the team. 

"Oh fuck me..." was the only thing I could gasp out as I forced myself to focus on escaping. I knew I should have gone back home. My brothers are going to be so pissed when they find out. 

I managed to make it out of the building and was running down the sidewalk barefoot. It was freezing cold outside and lit up by a full moon. I glanced back and they were gaining quickly. I barely managed to dodge a few tackles before they finally caught me. I was tackled to the ground and slid on the concrete sidewalk, skinning my knees and hands. I immediately regretted wearing shorts.

"Let me go!" I screamed as I struggled underneath the 300 lbs. mass of muscle. Tears started streaming down my face. 

"Shut up!" he yelled at me before slamming my head into the ground. Everything started spinning and I was picked up. I could feel blood running down my face. He had thrown me over his shoulder and started walking. The cold was starting to get to me and my body started trembling. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of helplessness and weakness. Then Jason laughed at me and rage took its place. I waited for a minute to let my vision clear. 

"Everything is going to plan. I thought she would have fought more," Anthony said.

My vision cleared and another adrenaline rush started pumping through my veins as I started struggling. I scratched and squirmed until I managed to wiggle my way off of him but he and his brother grabbed my arms and started dragging me.

"Oh shit,"  Jason said before I kicked him in the leg.

"Help!!! Fire!!" I screamed as loud as I could. I kept struggling trying to get free. I got one of my arms free and punched the guy to my right as hard as I could. Before my arm was grabbed again.

"Let me go you son of a bitch!" I screamed. They looked down at me in shock. None of the people in the dorms have heard me talk, much less curse. I glared at them with pure hatred. Jason raised his fist to hit me.

"Dude don't hit her again we need her looking good for the ritual and her head is already busted!" Anthony growled. My heart sank at the word ritual. They may think it's harmless fun but I know better. As a Wiccan Pagan, I had done extensive research into the supernatural and the world of the unseen. I have seen things that normal people don't know exist and the thought of whatever these morons decided to fuck with filled me with dread.  

"Not today motherfucker!" I screamed as I kept struggling. I finally managed to kick him in the back of the knee making him stumble. In that moment of weakness and got my arm free and elbowed him as hard as I could in the face before kicking out his brother's knee and punching him in the face. I bolted once they both hit the ground. I could hear them curse as they were both running after me again. I dodged a tackle and elbowed Anthony in the back of the head making him face plant and slide on the concrete. I was almost to the entrance to another building when Jason made his attempt to tackle me. Unfortunately, I didn't dodge that one.  I slid on the concrete, making my skinned knees worse and forming new cuts on my arms. 

"Jesus Christ," Anthony said as helped his brother up while making sure I wouldn't make another run for it. I was bleeding pretty badly at this point. My legs were scraped from my knees down to my ankles and my hands were cut up. I was leaving a trail of blood behind me as it ran down my legs, hands, and face.

My blood was on their clothes and all over them. They were pretty beaten up with busted lips and black eyes. My body was completely worn out and aching all over. 

"She's struggling too hard! Just let me knock the bitch out!" Jason groaned as I kept kicking him. Anthony gave a nod of approval. He punched me one last time to the temple and I lost consciousness.

I came too once I was in a building and some girls were changing me into a dress. I immediately tried fighting back but was quickly sedated. I recognized Morgan, a nurse who was getting a higher medical degree. She must have gotten something from her work. I punched her in the face as soon as she injected me. Her nose broke at the contact, but it was only a few seconds later and I was unconscious again.