CGL vampire academy

Chapter 1, introductions

This is my first time writing a story like this and my first time writing a story that people will actually read (hopefully) so I apologise in advance as it isn't very good. I would appreciate any feedback or ideas for this story and I really hope you all enjoy it.

TW: there will be abuse in this story, i will put a TW at the beginning of every chapter that has it. This chapter does have abuse in it pre warning.

Also im Australian therefore there will likely be a lot of swearing.

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Last week the government run purely by vampires, and yes vampires are real they were apparently in hiding for thousands of years, observing how us humans interacted and evolved, waiting for the time they would step in and take over when humans eventually fucked over this world. Anyway as I was saying without getting to off topic the government introduced new legislation that all humans aged 18-25 and all vampires aged 50-200 would be sent back to school, however it would be no ordinary school, it was apparently something to do with BDSM the news said things like, dominante, submissive, little, pet, daddy and mommy. I thought that it was some big joke, but apparently not as I received a letter in the post today saying that I would be starting at the nearby academy in 2 weeks. I hated my life anyway so it couldn't get much worse, my step father Darren and dead beat mum is all I have left in terms of 'family'.

I awoke to the sound of yelling "get the fuck down here now Finn you worthless piece of shit!". Fuck, fuck, fuck i over slept i didnt cook breakfast, the fear that swelled up inside of me showing its self through the sweat that was starting to form in the palm of my hands, i clenched my fists and took deap breaths. I slowly walked down stairs towards the kitchen, the third step from the bottom creak giving away my location and my step dad's loud footsteps came thundering from the kitchen as he stormed his way to the stairs. It was useless now trying to run or hide, he came into view just 3 steps in front of me which quickly became 3 inches. "YOU HAD ONE JOB AND YOU FAILED! I should offer you to the vampires as a snack, maybe then you would be useful for something" he finished coldly. I was surprised he didn't hit me, didn't get his belt out, he didn't get his empty beer bottles to throw at me, maybe he was in a really good mood today. I walked into the kitchen still weary of the fact that he might try to hurt me, the scars littering my body showed his willingness too. I began to cook breakfast, first turning on the induction cooker (electric stove) and gathering a pan, eggs, cheese and ham. My step fathers favourite breakfast was always a cheese omelette with ham in it. I began putting the omelette together and after cooking it to what I would say was perfection I called out to him "y-your breakfast is ready sir" my slight stutter revealed anxious feelings. He came through from the lounge and grabbed the plate without saying a word. I began to clean up, letting myself relax as I thought I was in the clear. "I don't appreciate a late breakfast" a cold voice whispers from behind me before grabbing my wrist and holding my hand to the still on stove, the smell of burning flesh reached my nose before i felt the searing pain erupt through my hand, i struggled trying to lift my hand of the stove but his strong gip remained "this will remind you to do your job next time" he spat coldly and released my hand, i rushed to the sink turning on the cold water and sticking my hand under, the hot tears rolled down my face, the pain excruciating as the cold water hit the melted blistered flesh, luckily i had turned the stove off a little while before my hand was subjected to the surface. I kept my hand under the cold tap for a few minutes not wanting to stay in a place where he could come back and hurt me more. I quickly and quietly shuffled my way upstairs holding my hand above my heart and squeezing my wrist trying to stop the throbbing, a small whimper left my mouth as i made it to the top of the stairs, a scream trying to force its way out, but i couldn't let it, it would only lead to more punishment from him. I got to my room if that's what you could call it there was an air mattress on the floor with a black sheet roughly fitted around it, a lighting mcqueen bedding scrunched up against the wall, it's the same bedding i have had since i was 6, i never minded though they brought me a sense of comfort. I take 4 steps crossing almost the entire room, i stood in front of the full sized mirror, i was small 5'0 and looked underweight my ribs where clearly visible, my collar bones clearly defined, i removed my shirt revealing the scars that covered 75% of my body, on my left forearm the worlds 'USELESS PIECE OF SHIT' where carved out, another gift from my step father so as to remind my true value, his reasoning for that area was so that if i ever got a watch, i would be looking at those words every time i checked the time. My dark black hair drafted in front of my face down to my lips, my hair style was supposed to be short back and sides, long on top and for it all to drift over to the side of my head but i felt a small amount of comfort with it covering my face and so that's how i kept it, even if it did mean i walked into things when i wasn't really paying attention. My deep blue eyes, where a reminder of my father who I lost 10 years ago after a car accident killed him. Just two 1 week and 6 days left to go and then I'm out. I was actually looking forward to this new school especially since they had dorms there, so I could escape his wrath for a while. I bandaged my still throbbing hand and continued about my day which did not consist of much, i had very few hobbies and i didnt have a phone or or anything like that, i did however have an old ipod nano that i had all my music stored on and an old pair of earphones, running was the one thing that i had kept up with over the years, it was perfect, no real equipment needed, i didn't have any shoes suitable for running was my only issue but the years of running barefoot had harden the soles of my feet to the point where i could walk over broken glass without an issue. I grabbed my one singlet and sport shorts and slipped them on quickly, being mindful of my bandaged hand. I knew that running would only make the throbbing worse in my hand but I didn't care. I needed the release that it gave me. The door gently creaked as i opened it gingerly and crept down the stairs not wishing to alert my step father to my presence i very softly tiptoed over the 3rd step from the bottom, after i reached the bottom of the stairs are i quietly peaked my head around the corner in the lounge and saw my step father asleep with a half drunk beer bottle on the table and about 6 other empty ones beside it. I crept out the front door making as little noise as possible. I was out, I was an expert at sneaking out though at this point after doing it so many times over the years. I began my run, setting off the feeling of the cold air nipping at my thighs, the numbness the cold air brought slowly enveloping them, my breathing was consistent and deep, this was the feeling I loved. I kept running for about 5km using road markers to track my distance before finally needing to take a break as the throbbing in my hand only increased as my heart rate went up. I had never really been to this part of town before the quiet streets of the regional town stretched for a long ways. I took in my surroundings, noticing a small park that looked like it hadn't been used in a long time. I wandered over slowly, wanting my heart rate to calm down. A swing set and a small play frame stood in the middle of this small overgrown field. I sat down on the baby swing, just being silly, but it was the perfect size for me, well that probably isn't a great sign I thought to myself.