havoc》k.t.h

-one. drip.-

"ARCHER! We have a problem like leVEL 100 ON THE BULLSHIT O METER!" Rhiannon yells as she bursts the door open to my room.

Literally.

My door is now on the floor.

..again.

It didn't surprise me at all because I heard her steps coming from down the hall about 9 feet away.

Glaring at her with a look of exhaustion. She stares at the door on the floor then glances at me and shrugs.

"Can you please watch your door bursting magical shit? Dude that's the sixth door!" I deadpan while grabbing my bloodshake and exiting my room.

Rhiannon follows after me, the half moon tattoo on each of her wrists glowing a cobalt blue.

"Not my fault you have weak doors. Anyway, so you know how the whole you meet your mate and they die thing has been going on here?" She says while glancing at the thick  crimson drink in my hand.

I nod in response.

The shake is basically a re-vamped version of what humans call milkshakes. It's made out of blood and a very tiny bit of whipped cream. Some vampires can handle human food but I'm not one of them.

If the sickening shit gets anywhere in my stomach it's not pretty at all.

I have to take in enough blood to function and not die. If I want to do anything besides lay in one I place I have to have an additional amount to drink.

Rhiannon and I met when we started school here. Which was about sixth grade and we've been living here since. There are multiple werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, witches, and just random mixes.

We became basically inseparable. She's the daughter of Hecate and I just so happen to be Dracula's daughter. My dad is very fond of Rhiannon.

Neither of us have met our mate and really I'm quite glad.

Rhiannon is nearly three inches shorter than me so she's about 5'3". Her night wavy hair hangs down to right above her waist. She has a cute little curvy frame and the two tattoos on each of her wrists that glow a different color depending on either strong emotions or the spell she's casting. Her cat like eyes will sometimes emit the same color. Rhiannon's skin is a light copper color.

Now, for a vampire I'm pretty tan. For a regular tan being, I'm pale. Yes, odd but hey that's my skin color. I have lightly waved brown locks that stretches down to about boob length. A longer and lanky body yet all of my features are some what well defined. I get it from my dad, just like my fangs which I only willing expose if I have to or if my emotions get too out of hand, they will show on their own. Due to me only consuming blood, I'm naturally skinny. No I'm not malnutritioned just a Vampire.

The whole rivalry about vampires and werewolves isn't as bad as humans make it. It's only if the two groups have different motives behind it that they'll hate each other.  My dad for one hates all werewolves because he says that they're less intelligent and more bound to anarchy.

..yeah because the guy that took out an entire city because she stunned his toe on the table is someone who can talk about anarchy but okay..

I, personally, don't have a problem with werewolves.

"So our headmaster, right? His bitchass had enough nerve to an killing off everyone's mates. He better be glad I came to come get you first and not put a hex on him." Rhiannon continues to explain as we go to enter the Headmasters' office and I can feel something similar to annoyance surge through my blood stream.

I can hear tons of commotion and yelling from the down the hall and in his office. Voices laced with pure annoyance and venom.

Upon, entering my hearing didn't fail me. About a quarter of the students that go here are yelling and look past the point of pissed off. Headmaster Gazen is sitting at his desk with his feet up and a shiteating grin plastered on his face.

Everyone here is too loud.

It's pissing me off.

Most vampires are close to cats. Witches like Rhiannon are also, which is why most of us seem to move slowly. Graceful thought out strides.

Tossing the rest of the shake in the trash and pluck a dart out of the wall. Twriling it through my thin fingers, I glance at Rhia with a knowing expression.

Her eyes flare with deep blue flame. The Headmaster is no longer grinning but more so choking. He goes to put his hand around his neck as if he's about to take the hands that are choking him off when really the person responsible is no where near him. Before his hands are fast enough to react I've thrown the dart and it lands dead in the center of his throat.

Walking over to him, well for humans by as quick as it happened it would be seemed as blinking when really it was quick enough to not be caught. Similar to blinking and appearing across the room.

I don't feel like talking.

I don't feel like yelling.

I don't want to hear excuses.

I just want him dead.

Gazen's face transforms to complete fear as he tries to gasp for air but with the strength my body holds, I reach directly in his neck and bring the spine through it. All of it.

Deep crimson liquid streams down my hands and arcs in the air. I can hear the airwaves change as Rhia goes to clap her hands together.

Once they meet the rest of Gazen's body explodes. Cell by cell. Atom by atom. Only blood remains.

I can feel my fangs trying to expose and I hold my breath. Not like I need to breath anyway it's just a habit.

Fighting against the urge, I grab a Kleenex and try to remove some of the blood off of my hands. I pause to glance at the group in front if me who looks horrified.

"Seriously, guys.. stop clutching your pearls." I drawl.

"Shit, Archer."

"See this is why no fucks with her and Rhiannon."

"Talk about wrecking havoc."

"Dracula would be proud."

Dismissing all of the statements, I pull a lollipop out of my pocket to distract me from all of the tempting shit in this room. The molded sphere isn't sugar it's type B blood which has proven to be sweeter.

I walk over to Rhia who just stares at my eyes then points behind me. I assume they're red again.  Following her gaze a boy with what seems like puppy ears is staring at me in a dazed state. As soon as I connect eyes with him am icy feeling over takes my being.

Fuck.

"That's you mate isn't it?" Rhia more so states than asks.

"Oh, fuck me!" I yell exasperatedly as I reach over to the boy and grab his hand along with Rhia's then leave the room.

"Uh, you're still bloody." She deadpans.

"Yeah. Fuck you. I know. Now what are we going to do about him?" I quickly ask, while leaning against the wall of the hall.