The Villain Cinderella

Threats and Morons

"Krystal." I said, my voice void of any emotion. "What are you doing here." I wasn't one for pleasantries. Not anymore.

"Oh dear Cassidy, is that any way to talk to your mother?" Krystal fluttered her eyes at me. "I helped raise you, and you talk to me like that?" A screeching of a cat would sound more remorseful and wounded than what she was saying. She was simpering. Who even simpered?!

"You're not my mother. You didn't raise me. You gave me a mop and a broom and told me I was a slave in your house." I bluntly replied.

"Oh that was building your character. To make you the person who you are today. You wouldn't be the same person if I hadn't come into your life." Krystal said, waving her hand. "You should be thanking me instead of insulting me."

How dare she.

I opened my mouth to insult her, but then closed it with a snap. I wasn't Shade right now, I didn't spit insults every other sentence. I am Cassidy Knightly at the moment, and as much I hated every fiber of Krystals being, I was sworn not to lash out against her.

For now.

Krystal saw my mouth close and have me a brief triumphant smile. She thought she had gotten the better of me again. My fingers itched to bring the shadows out from the corners of the room and slash her apart, but I didn't. I had more control than this, and being in a room with my stepmother which I hadn't seen in two years for more than five minutes wasn't enough to break me.

"Oh do shut the door, Cassidy? You're letting in the cold air." Cold air, yeah right. If anything the AC in this building was more frigid than the warm weather outside. But still, I grabbed the door and tossed it shut behind me. It slammed with more force than I meant it to, but it got the message across. "Oh Cassidy, be nice to people's belongings. Especially if it's the Headmasters."

For the first time, I noticed the headmaster, Charles, sitting in his chair. He was a thin, balding man who had a surprising low voice for somebody of his height. He was... rather small. However, what he lacked in stature made up in the way he ran the University. He was the only human who ran a Uni, the others had a Super for a headmaster.

However, instead of the casual man who I had grown to known in the two years I've been here, he sat in his chair stiff and in a black suit. It didn't really sit well with him, especially with the bowtie that sat at the base of this throat. It looked like it was going to strangle him at any time. His eyes were glazed over, and he looked at my stepmother with utter adoration.

I swore loudly in my head. She was mesering him. How could she!? How dare she?!

In reality, it was probably the easiest thing to do for her. Krystal Reed and her two lovely daughters came from a line of Godmothers that had abandoned their work in place of their own happily ever afters. With that came with some talents, like naturally being able to hypnotize human beings and making them do what they wanted. Another was being long lived.

Like, for instance, making my very wealthy father marry the worst monster in the world. When she drained all of his money dry, including my inheritance, she moved on to the next victim, marrying, and spending all of their money. I came along with them, simply because they found it useful to have a servant who knew what they wanted already instead of training another.

Now my friendly and understanding headmaster was her next target.

It made me want to hit something.

It were monsters like these that I became a Villain. Because I could ruin their lives and make sure they wouldn't do anything like this.

At what Krystal said, Charles looked over at me and his face pinched into a unnatural frown. "Yes, please don't destroy school property, Cassidy. I thought you were better than some old grudges against your wonderful, beautiful, ravishing, mother." He looked back at Krystal who soaked up the praise with relish. Then she promptly ignored him.