Silas University (on hold-incomplete)

Ch. 13 - Panic at the Not Disco

"No! No! No! Not happening!" Violet whined as I used all my might to try to shove her into the hospital.

"Stop being such a baby!" I complained as the only thing that was moving was my feet sliding beneath me like I was a cartoon character.

"Ha!" Penny condescendingly laughed from within the hospital. "That is impossible for her."

"Says the witch being babied by a Familiar," Violet shot back.

"Hey fuck you!" I chimed in at the belittlement of my species.

"Will all of you shut up!" A familiar voice screamed as if finally reaching the last straw of her sanity.

Bella Ignatius' iconic tight blonde ponytail with hair never out of place looked haphazardly strewn together with a large piece of hair hanging loose aside her face. Her normally sharp features and glowing skin that only years of the tender care of living in luxury could produce were muted by the light gray bags under her eyes from days of restless nights. One side of her silk black blouse was untucked from her high-waisted slacks and the collar of her Silas Blazer was slightly askew.

Now I am the last person to judge. My uniform pants already had holes at the seem, my shirt was never tucked in, and my blazer has a black stain on the collar that I truly could not figure out it where came from. But this is perfect little Bella Ignatius we are talking about.

"I am so sick of the bickering!" she cried. "I had to sleep on tree roots last night... TREE ROOTS! Because of you three!"

"What did I do?" I said offended.

"You existed," she responded simply and flicked her off.

"If I hear one more word out of any of you I will personally beg Headmistress Faulkner to kill each of you slowly," her eye twitched.

"Someone's cranky," Violet teased the fuming girl.

"Fuck you, Solane," Bella groaned in defeat and collapsed on the hospital bed in exhaustion.

"Now is that any way to talk to your potential owner?" Violet teased and finally entered the room.

"Oh please we all know you want, Valenta," Bella didn't even bother opening her eyes.

"But..." Violet's words danced out of her mouth. "What if Lucy ends up being a donor?" A fearful eye cracked open as Bella watched the charred vampire with a sadistic grin gliding across the room toward her. "What then, Blondie?"

"I-....I could be a donor too," Bella quickly scrambled.

"Could...." Violet tilted her head in questioning. "Or hope?"

It did not take a genius to recognize the distaste Bella had for Violet. Bella liked rules. Rules made things predictable. If you just did exactly what you were told then nothing could go wrong. I mean the rules were there for a reason, right? To keep up safe. With discipline comes freedom as Faulkner would say.

The difference with Violet is that she knew the rules of the game, she just refused to play. There was no need to sugarcoat shit. In fact, she seemed to revel in being the villain. Why fake the niceties when we all knew what this was. It's just game about power. You either have it or you can give it and Violet was here to take.

"Uh..." Bella scrambled for a defense but the closer Violet got, the less words Bella seemed to have.

"The way I see it," the smirking vampire continued. "You and Luce are in the same boat. You can pray all you'd like but at the end of the day...one of you will be mine. So don't count yourself out, Blondie." She winked.