Camp Half-Breed

#12 - Revenge is best served hot.

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╰☆☆Chapter Twelve☆☆╮

╰☆☆Revenge is best served hot☆☆╮

For the next few hours, I avoided Steve. Did you really blame me? That man is a walking dung heap. Any other person would agree with Mr Spellbinder in believing my innocence. But no, Steve wouldn't know the truth even if he stumbled over it and cracked his head open on the ground.

I wish he did.

I'm referring to him cracking his head open. It might activate brain cells.

Professor Moonshadow had taken us to the barrier's edge. She talked about how Mr Spellbinder had almost drained all his magic to create it, which would've killed him. Luckily, that was not the case, and it is fortunate for our world, too. This is the last defence against the shadow-dwellers.

"Now you understand the importance of Camp Half-Breed." She concluded her long, boring speech.

To my right, I notice Steve staring at some blonde chick. Now when I say staring, I meant as in he wanted to fuck her brains out here and now. Judging from her own expressions, she wanted the same. Her ocean-blue eyes kept watching Steve's every move.

I could sense the sexual tension in the air, and it made me sick.

"You know what those two will be up to later, right?" Ashley wiggled her brows from my left. "I honestly didn't figure him as a man whore. But I think it might be a good idea you avoid your room for now."

She had a point.

"Disgusting," Buck mumbled from the other side of me. "Brittney would sleep with anyone and anything."

Ah, so that's her name.

Not that I care.

"They better not fuck on my bed," I blurted out, causing both Ashley and Buck to laugh.

"Miss Bloodvial, is there anything you wish to share?" Professor Moonshadow asked. I shook my head. "Very well, then you all are excused for the afternoon."

Not even a second after she excused us, Steve and Brittney walked exceptionally quickly over the grass and towards our wing. Reaching the entrance to our building, I watched Steve force her up against a wall and ram his tongue down her throat.

"Is that even allowed?" I asked Professor Moonshadow, who was walking alongside me. "Sex, I mean."

To my surprise, she shrugged. "Yes, if taking the frustration out by sexual intentions means that you will be more useful soldiers—" she cleared her throat. "Students, then yes, your Headmaster allows it."

Oh, he does, does he?

I had an awfully evil idea.

Turning to Buck, I smirked. "Wanna get more acquainted with me on a personal level?"

"Well, this is my cue to leave." Ashley sent me a wink. "Remember to use protection!"

*—*

Later that day, much later...

After pulling my black leather pants, I tied my hair into a high ponytail. "You realise that meant nothing, yeah?"

Buck remained very much naked on his bed. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But damn girl, what I didn't realise was the fact vampires are such wild beasts in bed."

"I could say the same about fauns," this made him laugh. "What? It's true! Aren't you all supposed to be gentle creatures? Because what we just did was far from that."

Between my legs is aching as if it was just hammered—well, technically, it was. I haven't had rough, hardcore sex like that in a while. Not since my awakening ceremony, when we vampires have our first feed.

Giggling from outside of the hallway pulled me from my thoughts. "Well, I guess Steve is done," I told Buck, only to find him snoring.

Ops, I might've been too hard on the faun. Oh, well.

Sneaking to Buck's door, I quietly opened it to find Brittney halfway down the hallway; she was walking as if something had stuck up her buttock. With no sound, I carefully walked across to my door, opened it, entered the room, and closed it.

"Come back for seconds, huh?"

My eyes instantly widened in horror; not only was Steve standing in the middle of our room, but he was naked. "What the fuck? Put some clothes on!"

He turned, and a shocked expression engulfed his facial features. Steve tried to cover his bits up with his hands but failed miserably.

I must say, he's better equipped then—No! No! No! Don't you dare! Bad girl.

"What are you doing here?"

"Um, this is my room too, remember? Or did fucking Brittney cause you to lose what remaining brain cells you had left?" I said in the sweetest tone I could. "Now, please, would you be so kind as to get dressed?"

My subconsciousness wanted him to remain naked. For an idiot, he's got a nice body, I must admit that.

"Why?" He stepped towards me.

"Why what?"

"Why should I put clothes on?" Tilting his head to the side, Steve removed his hands from covering himself, allowing everything between his legs to dangle free. "Don't you like what you see?"

Oh, boy, you have no idea.

Get a grip!

"S-Steve—"

"What? Buck is good enough to fuck? But I'm not? Is that it?" He took another step towards me; I stepped backwards until my back was pressed against the door.

I was genuinely lost for words.

Steve had now trapped me between him and the wall. "I bet I could make you see stars," he told me, running a hand along my cheek. It sent shivers beneath his touch, enlightening a fire deep within me. "Would you like that?"

Yes, please! Wait what? Hell no!

It was as if reality came crashing back down. Steve cursed me and thinks I'll...What the heck is wrong with him?

I put my hands on Steve's bare chest and shoved him so hard it caused him to stumble backwards. "If you think that a Bloodvial would even consider having sexual intercourse with a Charmstar, then there is something majorly wrong with you." I scoffed. "Now, get clothes on and put your dick away,"

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"I said no, clean your ears out."

Can I punch him now?

Instead, I walked over to my sideboard drawer and picked up a sharp object. "Put clothes on, or I'll chop your poor excuse for a penis off and feed it to the shadow-dwellers. And I'll give your tiny balls to Brittany as a gift."

I meant every word, and Steve knew it because he was fully clothed within minutes.

With the scissors still in my hand, I approached him. "Let's get one thing right, Charmstar: I will never sleep with you in a billion years." Green eyes bore into mine. Within them was an emotion I couldn't quite put my finger on. He stayed quiet. "Next time you decide to flop your little fella out, I swear, I will chop it off."

Revenge is best served hot.