Skipping to class was the regular thing for this un-regular girl here in the Magdalene Order dorms. She drank, she ate, learned, sassed, and got detentions. Loads, of detentions.

Detentions that stuck her with the most annoying, gloating son of a bitch that she'd ever met. Unfortunately, she could do nothing about it; this particular SOB, yes particular since this school held many, just happened oh so coincidently happened, to be the one she unintentionally was the mistress of.

"Oh, Catherine-chan!"

"…" 'Oh shit he found me even before I got to detention… damn... bastard why did I ever go to that freakin— '

"OH, CATHERINE-SA-MA!"

Wheeling around to face the in-coming tornado, "SHUT UP! For the love of God! We're in freaking America not Japan! Get it through your head you prehistoric son of a vampire's bitc-"

"Catherine Tyler Rose! I will not have you screaming atrocities at the top of your lungs in this cathedral's campus! Know your place!" Raged a nun, not far from this very scene.

"Sorry Sister Clarie." 'Why that arrogant dick!' Smirking like he just stole a freaking vial of blood from the council's… oh no you don't, don't smirk at me you SOB!'

Leaning down the smirking SOB appeared behind this anger-struck girl, possessively licked her earlobe that displayed a single half crescent diamond, and whispered in the sexist voice imaginable, "Payback bitch-sama," And pecked slyly her on the neck. It would have almost felt lovingly if she didn't hate this guy's guts.

And with that, our somewhat antagonist SOB vanished from the scene, probably off to hunt down some poor homeless people, leaving the poor bitch-sama to purposely, and continuously hit her head against the marble wall until it bled down her front.

She walked across the campus still feeling her blood slide down the side of her cheek until she reached the campus's safety gate.

She scaled the gate and landed with ease on the other side, eyeing the glowing red dots that started to appear triumphantly. She smiled a crocked smile, pulled out her water bottle and drank from it.

Wiping her lips with her sleeve, she positioned herself for attack and threw the empty bottle to her left, watching it melt beside a pair of very close red dots.

Again she positioned herself, this time for defense, realizing how far her revenge had dug her.

"Heh. Double payback you narcissistic SOB." She said, before let out a very high, loud, practiced scream.

Slow but sweet, but what the hell? I never enjoy writing stories if people aren't into them, so what's the point of writing um right? And I also love to keep the prologues short but sweet ne? coz they hardly give you guyz anything, but also give you a lot to think about! Plz review so I know if anyone is interested to see what I have planned for this story. And oh, fans of my other GHOST HUNT story, it is being put on hold for a mass of reasons k? At the LATEST I'll have updated by June 10th, because that's the last day of school.