It's Not Over Yet - Descendants: Rise of Red fanfiction

Chapter 3

Drac woke up suddenly and shot up in his bed. He caught his breath not sure why he was so winded. Looking around he noticed he was in his room at Auradon Prep, he did still have one more year of classes with Carlos since they were a year younger then the others, but. . . he didn't remember falling asleep here. He'd gone to bed back at Bargain Castle, back on the Isle. So. . . why was he in Auradon? And more importantly. . . where was all his stuff?

Looking around he noticed the room might be the same dorm but it was generic. The same bedding on both cots, dark green and navy blue with a yellow MA monogram. His perch for Diaval was gone, Carlos' laptop wasn't where it usually was, their backpacks weren't on the table. The closet door was open and had several uniforms sitting in a neat row, but none of their clothes were there. Not even the pastel shades he'd wear to Ambassador meetings. A knot formed in his stomach and he knew something was up.

He left the room and headed down the hall. It was empty, not a single student. Maybe. . . everyone was in class? He headed toward the hall that connected the dorms to the school, the one that had the principal's office. Uma was going to be principal now, and a wicked glimmer entered his blue eyes. He felt around his pocket and felt a small can of spray paint there. Uma was a VK at heart, she'd appreciate a well-meant initiation prank - as long as he didn't go too far. But as long as he avoided the name Shrimpy Uma was good with practically anything else.

He shook the can and began to spray down the halls humming to himself.

I don't care about my reputation!

Just like back home on the Isle he danced rhythmically down the corridor spraying the walls as he went. He stopped mid spin to face one head on making a high arch of purple over his head, the skull was natural to him, the zig zagging lines of the dragon's horns and teeth resembled the same graffiti he'd done all along Woeful Way.

Living in the past, it's a new generation!

He gave the dragon a spurt of green flames shooting from their mouth before he turned and made a pair of wings on the opposite wall. When he was finished he turned back around, for a brief second his artwork looked like the leathery wings sprouted right out of his purple jacket like a dark angel.

And I don't care about my bad reputation, oh no, not me.

Pushing forward he cartwheeled once and landed perfectly on his feet as his hood fell off exposing his short lime green hair. He didn't pay much attention to the pictures he sprayed over – if he did he would have noticed he didn't recognize any of the students in them.

Then he heard a tap, tap, tap from behind him. The unmistakable sound of heeled shoes approaching. He spun with a smirk not afraid of getting caught and more ready to brag when the woman making the footsteps rounded the corner. She had an air of confidence that exceeded even Mal's.

Her red lips smiled as if she was amused as her cateye-lined eyes took in his appearance. Her own outfit was edgy in a way only a kid from the Isle would dress. Her pants were mainly black but several belts in black, red and white leather overlapped around her hips. One was made of braided leather while another had dalmatian print. She wore a white shirt that hugged her shoulders leaving them bare and it was tucked into a corset that ran from her lowest rib to her waist. The corset was all dalmatian print with black and white laces criss-crossing up the middle. She had burgundy boots so dark red they were almost black and a matching thick headband was worn over her black and white hair which was pulled into a fishtail braid that fell over one shoulder. The sleeves of her shirt had been pushed up to just under her elbows showing a leather cord bracelet wrapped around one wrist and on her other hand was a black fingerless leather glove with a logo that looked like an intersecting V and C in red thread on the back.