FROM THE UNDERWORLD: QUEEN OF HELL.

CHAPTER 13.

HER AGAIN.

(Leo's Photo Up Top! Couldn't find any hot guys with black hair and frosty white tips, but this will do. ^)

LEO'S POV.

** Lose My Mind by Partynextdoor.

Ever since Saturday I haven't been able to stop thinking about Sephora and how the fuck she came about finding that place. There's something about her that makes me- I mean, Vampires crazy. I hate to admit it but since her arrival to this city.. things haven't been the same yet again it could just be a coincidence. What are the odds that she is the one causing these shifts? 1 to nothing.

"Are you still thinking about her?" Cole had asked me the following day, Sunday.
I sighed, "How can I not? I can't fucking figure her out."
He laughed at me and walked out of the Study, leaving me to my thoughts.

I mean that woman dared to call me a monster while I was saving her. My blood, the fucking audacity. I highly doubt after that encounter she'd still be living here. I know one thing though, she isn't normal. She can't be normal.

Like a normal human being, her heart-beat that night was supposed to be plummeting in her chest and her breathing raggedy and harsh. It's how every human who gets lured there react. But that wasn't her reaction. The more scared she seemed to get, her heart beat slowed down.. so so slow, I thought she was going to die. I could barely hear her breathe. A heartbeat any slower than a Vampires, a Supreme at that, is a very dangerous heart.

I just hope I don't have to see her again. I'll kill her with that fucking loud-mouth of hers. She reminds me of the fireballs back home in my realm. Unpredictable, hard to grasp, dangerous, and most importantly otherworldly beautiful.

My Fireball.
My blood, no. She's not mine.

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"Leo! We're going to be late, hurry the fuck up and get downstairs!"

My blood, it's fucking Monday today and it's the first day of the Second Semester. The last thing I want to see is humans, having unnecessary interactions and girls giggling and some, touching me- ew.

I touch up quickly, grab my car keys and head downstairs. Oh wait- can't forget about my mints.
Yeah, now I can go.

"You riding with me?" I ask Cole as I throw my Sports bag in the passenger seat. I don't carry my books instead I leave them at school, doing a Masters is already luggage enough.

He shakes his head, "Nah, I'm going with my newest ride the Death Bike." He says proudly, a huge grin plastering his face. I roll my eyes and get into the driver's seat of my Dark Red Lamborghini Veneno.

"See ya!" He shouts and rides off first, I shortly follow suite after him. We're going to arrive at the same time anyway. I always find him waiting for me somewhere idiot.

Cole is a lover motorcycles, he would drive them even during a hurricane. He owns a few cars but majority of everything else is his collection of Motorcycles. The way his love life is lacking, he's probably sexually attracted to these 2 wheel cycles.

We were unfortunately not late enough to miss seeing the humans filling the parking bay. As per usual, everyone is looking at us as we drive into the second hell, Stanford.
It only becomes a haven when it's Sports time and being captain of the Track Team makes it 10x more heavenly.