Disclaimer: I do not own the "Gone" Series. I only own Kali. If I owned this series, well, Kali would be in it.

So this is my first submission to this sight. Be harsh; I'm praised for my writing far too much. Tell me what you think, and I'll write some more chapters for it. Note: This story is not sweet, happy, or innocent. Kali will not craft Drake into a better man. This not story is not for the faint hearted. Likely to feature rape, torture, and other sadistic elements in later chapters, so if that goes against your taste, this story is not for you. And yes, I write in fragments on occasion. It's my style.

Song quotes at the beginning from Vermilion by Slipknot. (Part 1 and not Part 2)

"She seemed dressed in all the rings

Of past fatalities,

So fragile yet so devious"

A fire. Burning, burning through the blackened fury, engulfing the still, starry night. Two huge emerald eyes danced greedily over the controlled flames. A feminine voice, high yet darkly knowledgeable, carried through the thick smoke, "And then the deed shall be done…" A tiny pale hand with jagged, cruel nails extended over the fire. A little golden pouch fell into the hand.

Dull rain thudded heavily against the stern window panes of Coates Academy. A tall, slim figure stood in the shadows, watching the rain fruitlessly attempt to penetrate the glass. Night…again. Drake Merwin could not sleep. He never could. The nightmares plagued his mind, his body. The subconscious never brings fond memories. He smirked ruthlessly at the futility of the rain. Something so miniscule would never break a barrier so much stronger than it. Idiotic water. His whip hand pulsed as he excited his mind with the rain's useless suffering. Monsters relished in the struggling of others. It made them forget their own inferiority.

Another figure emerged from a different set of shadows. This figure halted directly behind Drake, observing his motions. With a low snarl, Drake confronted the figure, half turning furiously, "Caine. What do you want?"

The other male rolled his eyes, "Go to bed, Drake." Drake opened his mouth to fire back a retort when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He turned fully to assess his distraction. Through the darkness, traveling down the road towards Coates, a small, hooded shape approached, lugging two large white bags. Caine and Drake exchanged glances. A curious sight. A few moments later, the sound of the main door being thrashed against ended the silence. Caine made his way down the main staircase as Drake followed close behind. Using telekinesis, Caine unlatched and freed the door before throwing it open, tossing the hooded entity inside and abruptly slamming shut the door. The hooded mass fell to the floor as Caine dropped it. Slowly, the hood fell away to reveal thick black hair decorated with acidic lime green streaks and bangs. The short, slender figure rose, cloak falling back to display a scantily clad, thin, yet well curved female figure. Adorned in steel combat boots, fishnet thigh high socks, black underwear with chains, and a thin black wrap material shielding her breasts, she captured the attention of the males in more ways than one. Caine eyes her up and down amusedly. Drake simply glared at her. Whore. Caine spoke with his commanding, superior cadence, "Who are you, strange traveler, and what is your purpose in my domain?"

The girl looked up. Huge emerald green eyes accented by thick black eyeliner and pink cheetah print eye-shadow, painted ruby lips with an outer fading black layer that created a charred looking affect, a septum ring, a lower left lip ring, and a cocky smirk met her audience, "I'm Kallistrate Wakely. I'm here to join your forces."

Caine sized her up and down again, an eyebrow raised condescendingly, "What use could we get from you? Why should we trust you and not just kill you right now?"

The threat sent a peculiar smile to her charred-looking lips, "Well, for trust, I can show you a nasty burn little Sammy gave me cuz his girlfriend thinks I'm some satanic, cruel, slut. I'll smash her pretty face in one day." She paused for a moment, that peculiar smile returning to her lips as she turned her back to the boys, removing her cloak fully. She inched her breast wrappings up a bit to show the beginnings of an ugly, black burn on her back. She pulled the wrappings back to their normal position before turning and walking over to one of her forgotten white bags, "As for my usefulness, my ability speaks for itself." She knelt over, exposing more cleavage spilling out from her tightly bound breasts. Drake felt his pulse quicken as he stared. Oh, he could have fun with this addition to Coates. The little gothic wench would scream beneath him. She unzipped the bag, pulling it open to reveal fresh red meat, "I can get you all the meat that you want. Anytime." She zipped the bag again and stood with her hand on her hips, just above where the black underwear started. Drake took another deep breath. Fuck hormones.

Caine smirked at the girl, "Well Kallistrate, you seem useful. For now. We shall further evaluate you in the morning. Drake, find her a room. And don't kill or injure her; we need meat."

Drake growled in response to Caine ordering him around. He glared demonically at her as she sultrily walked over to him. Damn her. Well, not killing her did not mean he could not rape her senselessly. He smirked viciously at the thought. She grinned playfully at him, "You can call me Kali." He did not respond, though his whip hand twitched with annoyance, seeking desperately to strangle her.

He led her to a room, entering after her and shutting the door swiftly. In one quick motion, he seized her roughly around the waist with his whip and pulled her aggressively into him. He smirked huskily, "I'll show you what a whore you are."

Kali merely laughed. Disconcerted by her actions, he glared creepily and tightened his grip around her waist. She tilted her head to the side and touched his cheek with her hand, "You forgot something."

His icy eyes snapped to hers angrily, "What?" he half-growled.

Kali giggled, "You're a boy." Confused, he stared at her. With speed and power, she brought her knee back and then forward and up, sending a painful jab to his groin. With a howl of pain, his whip arm released her as he clutched his crotch. With another sadistic giggle, she ran out of the room and hurriedly found another vacant room, fastening the lock and deadbolt. Drake finally stood, fuming in rage. That little slutty bitch would meet Hell tomorrow.