Dark Angel 💀 {Erotic Vampire Adventure}

Chapter 1 - 1986

"Is it true?" Headmistress Pembroke asks over her ugly wire-rimmed glasses perched on her pointy bird nose. "Did you or did you not superglue Austin's locker shut?"

I don't answer because we both know I did it. 

Pembroke rises from her faded Pepto-Bismol-colored chair (God, I hate her office's eighties décor) with a heavy sigh, the kind of sound one perfects after working with teenagers for twenty plus years. Not just teenagers, the "bad kids." We're the kids that inspire cautionary tales intended to keep you in line or fuel the whispers of more the gossipy parents in town.

I used to like Pembroke because she doesn't get involved. 

Usually, when kids are shipped off to Hardwick, they're on their last warning; All other options have been exercised and all other forms of punishment have proved ineffective. This is the last stop before juvie. There's an honor system here, and since most of us insisted on living like hedonistic adults on the outside, you are expected to clean up your act or get better at fooling the authorities. 

When Pembroke gets involved it's rarely over some superficial scuffle like this. No, she waits until it's time to lay down the law or expel you.

I fucking hate Austin.

That winey moron had it coming. 

She's one of those prissy-princesses who fancy's herself a bad girl, but deep down she's just a spoiled little brat who got caught taking daddy's Porsche out for a spin. Well, actually, she got caught screwing her boy toy in the back of daddy's Porsche, which is what landed her a spot on the roster here.

Austin's hated me since my first day when she "accidentally" bumped into me in the hall, sending me and my books flying. The girls all got a good look at my boxer shorts that were skillfully hidden beneath the bullshit knee-length pleated skirts they force us to wear. 

She thought she was establishing dominance over the new girl. She flashed me her insincere smile and flicked her glossy blonde hair over her shoulder with a look of cruelty.

She wasn't expecting her latest victim to reach out and yank down her own pleated kilt to show the whole school her lack of underwear beneath. That little act of defiance against the ruling queen-bee made me a social pariah, a hated outcast, a target.

I could care less though. It's not like I was up for any popularity awards on the outside. So, why should it be any different while I'm here?

"Look, you and I both know that I don't like getting involved in petty girl fights," Pembroke says her back to me while she stares out the window into our impossibly manicured lawns out front. "To be honest, the girl had it coming."

I smile wickedly but I don't say anything. I find there's far more strength in silence. 

Austin's probably expecting me to be begging for my life right now, swearing I'll never do anything like this again, and promising to show more of the decorum I so obviously lack. I wouldn't give her, or Pembroke, the satisfaction.

"Are you going to tell me what sparked this latest prank?" She asks tersely, this time turning to meet my smile.

"No," I finally answer with a carefully composed look on my face.

Unlike Austin, I'm no snitch.

Austin had snuck into my room and shredded my uniforms, then scattered the jagged pieces of fabric across my bed. She also cut up my boxer shorts, including my favorite pair with the big pink hearts.

Bitch.

So in retaliation, I stole all of her top-of-the-line cosmetics and dropped them into a beaker of alcohol, then set that little gift on top of all her books in her locker and glued the door shut with Gorilla Glue.