Satan's Dance: Mastery In The Cards

:||: Misconception :||:

I sat still, staring at the exquisite dagger that I held. My small, delicately sculpted fingers wrapped around the handle. It had a handle that was made of a slick, marvel looking substance; The same majestic surface as if it was crafted by the God's themselves.

"Ms. Grey! Snap out of it!" Mr. Locks voice yelled out to direct my attention to him. When I looked up I realized I was still standing in front of the class, meant to have given a presentation that showed off my newly learned technique. But instead, my mind and short attention span had slipped right from under me, which of course is normal for me; everyone stared at me with blank, confused expressions. Humiliating.

"Yes, Sir... I'm sorry..." I mumbled softly, holding up my dagger and standing in position to begin the presentation, but the teacher shook his head at me and waved his hand in dismissal. I got the feeling that he was disappointed in me, which only made me slouch a little. Dammit, I can never please you.

"No need. You weren't paying any attention, which out in the real world would've got you killed long ago, Ms. Grey. So, please take a seat." He motioned for me to sit down in my usual seat beside a kid names Charles. I could feel frustration boil in me as I turned on my heels and rolled my eyes, ignoring all the wondering eyes and laughing douche bags. Then I took a seat, slumping lowly since it felt like I was being stared down by everyone's icy, judgmental gaze.

Beside me, my classmate scoffed lowly. He obviously intended for me to hear it and I only knew this because of how close he leaned in, giving me a whiff of his dead fish breath.

"Shut up asshat..." I hissed quietly, not wanting to draw any more attention to myself during this one class.

"Funny. You actually think I'd listen to the cunt who's slept with every guy here?" He snorted a mountain of lies, pissing me off even farther. I reached under the desk, punching him hard in the thigh. I could feel him wince up, only slightly; then, I looked over giving him a bitter smirk, "It's cute that you say that...considering you take it in the ass." He gave me an evil stare in return but seemed to bite his tongue and keep his next comment to himself. But sadly, his silence didn't last but only a brief moment.

"Bitch." He whispered.

"Douche."

"Sleaze bag." This time his words got to me, so I accidently hissed rather loudly, "You damn, incompetent man whore!" At that exact second, I had Mr. Locks' silencing glare pinned on me.

"Darkfyre... Will you please come up here and show us what Ms. Grey failed to do?" Mr. Locks spoke out, trying hard to conceal his irritation and looking at the back of the room. My eyes drifted back to the guy who stood up. He had vampiric pale skin and dark black hair with a single silver streak. I could hardly, but enough, see a long scar above his right eye that went all the way down to the left side of his face under his lips. I couldn't help but get a little nosy and wonder where it came from. He walked to the front of the class with a long stridden steps, keeping an annoyingly straight poker face regardless of all the muttering around the classroom. His hand rested on the dagger that was strapped to his side, drawing it once he got closer to the front. I hadn't acknowledged him much before today. He sat in the back; He was quiet; not to mention he was extremely attractive. Which, in my case, I normally would have noticed. Although even at the moment it was hard to give him my full attention span when I was still stubbornly enraged by the teacher's smart-ass comment. I watched him stand tall by Mr. Locks with his own dagger in hand. Every student had their own unique dagger that was even in the smallest of ways distinguishable from others. His was a pitch black, smooth-edged blade with a sharply jagged slice near the far top edge of the blade. It had a dark black handle as well. The blade itself looked as if it and he himself wielded the night in his own hand. And I found it quite appealing. He held it up, pulling one foot back and taking a fast, graceful spin. His dagger swung as if he as assassinating someone and he had done a pretty good damn job.