BETIAS THE SUPERNATURAL ACADEMY

bullets my fam

s the

er groaning beneath me. A week had passed since the gala event, and Dad agreed to send me to the Academy, seven day

idn't block out the movement of Mom's frantic waving. Dad stood w

unwanted lump, farewelling me only because it

of family and greed; mostly greed, and I was the su

rred in my

ecades. Countless reruns of 90210 and P

as I wor

iends unless Daddy approved, not that there was anyone outside the

o way I was dea

is?" A voice came

ensed his concern. Ice Pick,

f for driving an ice pick into his victims on every kill, right before he bit through the side of their neck. And I'd

al elite gang made up their own name to sound terrifying. No idea why, when D

death and blo

. That, I was det

nary girl, and catch a bus to the Academy without drawing at

Night core clan, he was more my father than Dad ever was. He'd attended every

was sweet enough to give me something in secret. A thigh strap for stealthily carrying a blade

he speakers delivering my response to the driver's

have a choic

n my middle finger, the power rushing through me.

'm ready," | ad

away fro

felt stupid because they couldn't see me.

Make new friends and have fun for a change. I fidgeted in my seat, ready and pumped. Just like in 90210, l'd fall into the role of Brenda at the Academy with my

come to visit us all the way from Ro

ht...and she got me addicted, even if it wasn't the in thing. I didn'

veered off the freeway. I'd drunk two bags of blood this morning to keep

h my dark hair, driving it over my shoulders. The air was rich with the fragrance of freshly cut lawn and dampness. Sunlight pinched my

rest lay in the distance, so dark that the light seemed to have vanish

y stone wall that stretched o

pied the arched entranc

ed in stone near the entrance, worn and aged. I remembered the sign

ack limousine glided through and guid

ed lawn spreads out

with clusters of sculptured winged creatures perched on t

small set of white stairs leading to a

the edges o

old - money feel to it, but

ly my

ast week resear

rivileged. Or maybe it was another: don't upset the Head Vamp

an old asylum or

just a borin

s Aca

ilt for training boys to

st housed

sides again. When Chuck appeared at my door and opened i

Didn't pass the classes and got kicked out. Didn't m

ck home to marry demo

life...not quite sure what yet, but it wasn't to follow i

uncertainty, and readied to make my time

was a woman dressed in a tight pencil skirt which fell to her knees, matching red heels, and a white button up shirt, tucked

olor of the sky, she smiled, and lines curled around the corners of her mouth, showing the age she

eal, and already