Half Vampire Half Fae

Twenty-two

I'm half good and half bad. My mama is a very good girl and my daddy is a very bad boy. And I guess that leaves me somewhere Sort of...here. (A/N: Both my parents are bad so I'm a pedigree haha.)

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"I felt the sting on my cheek, known as a slap. If this was two years ago, I probably would've said something stupid, or cried. Instead, I glared at him, sending him to the deepest pits of Hell. I kept my mouth shut, knowing he'd slap me again. He smirked, probably at the fact I didn't say a word.

I already had a plan forming in my head without realizing until I took action. "You know, I expected more of a fight out of you." He said as he pressed his groin to my abdomen and I felt how hard he was. He wants to rape me... "And I expected more common sense from you." I retorted as I spit in his face, distracting him long enough for me to break free. "You'll pay for that you bitch!" He roared as Corvus came out the classroom next to me and saw the hand print still in face.

He went from confused to murderous in seconds before I could utter a sound he had the vampire against the wall and his fangs bared at his throat. Mama likely... I snapped out my thoughts and pulled Corvus off the unnamed vampire as he ran with the scent of urine trailing after him. "You okay?" Corvus asked as he gently grabbed my jaw to examine the print on my cheek. "Is this all he did to you?" That's when I noticed I was holding my breath and tryed to inhale but winced at the pain.

"I think the asshole cracked my ribs." I moaned as I clutched the ribs that were broken about eight months ago. Corvus tryed to lift my shirt when I remembered what that guy wanted from me, and I slapped his hand away and jumped back. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." Corvus said, sounding as if he was trying to console a three year old. This isn't the creep from two minutes ago and it definately isn't the creeps from two years ago. I only nodded with pain etched on my face and lifted my shirt.

Corvus gently ran his fingers over my ribs as the bruises were forming on my skin, but then they turned yellow and faded. "How are you healing so fast?" Corvus asked, looking up at me since he was on his knees. "I-I can't tell you. The more who know, the more chance someone else will come after me." I said as he poked at one of my ribs and I had to fight every instinct in my body to not shift and snap his neck. "Did that piece of trash know?" Corvus asked, standing back on his feet. I could feel the betrayal, anger, and jealousy coming off him in waves.

"No, if he knew he wouldn't have tried to rape me, he would've been trying to kill me." I spoke the ugly truth as Corvus looked at me like I was the most complicated puzzle. "I'll find out eventually." Corvus said giving me a tell-me-now look. "I know, I'm surprised you haven't put it together yet Mr. Vampire." I said, purposely trying to make him question his own genius. I walked away fighting tears as I decided I've had enough of this shit.

I walked straight out the school with Corvus following my every step. I walked straight to my amazing car and got in as I was putting my keys in the ignition, I wondered if Corvus stopped following me because he didn't climb in and he wasn't standing on the other side of either door. I put my car in drive and began driving to the only place I wouldn't be expected to go, home. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw a silver Volvo behind me, I looked closer to see Corvus's red hair and blue eyes. Oh so he's following me in his own car.

I couldn't hold back the wave of appreciation that he cared enough to follow me, or he just wants to know my secret. My brain added making the usual depression come back. I pushed it away and went to the park that was only one and a half blocks from the high school. The corners.of my mouth turned upward as I thought of all the memories I had in this tiny run down town. Some were good but most of them were bad, though they made me stronger and define the person I am today. It doesn't excuse the fact child abuse, bullying, and drug abuse is wrong.

I sat at a bench in the park as I watched a few people play with their dog and mother's frantically wiping dirt off their kids who're too young to go to school.