Disclaimer: I do not own the VA characters but the OC character and storyline are mine. Lemon/rape warning; enjoy!

Authors POV:

All I remember is drinking, A LOT. I was so numb, from my parents arguing and saying such hateful things towards each other, so I went out with my best friend to drink, until I couldn't feel anything anymore. I was numb, so numb, but at least I felt no sadness, no sorrow, I simply felt alive and free. So I went to the restroom, and when I walked back to go meet up with my friend again, but instead found four strange men. I'd never seen them before, but they were tall, thin, and so handsome. They were all smiling at me expectantly, I tried to get around them but they trapped me and one of them put a bag over my head, then I felt a sharp pain in my arm and I was out cold. There was blackness all around me, until I suddenly felt a soft surface underneath me, then another sharp pain, this time it was on my neck; suddenly I felt elated as if life was beginning to feel wonderful again. I noticed it was after one of the handsome men had his lips on my neck and I noticed his teeth were sunken into my skin when I moaned with delight. When I awoke the next day, I felt pain flowing throughout my entire being as I managed to stagger over to the bathroom and look in the mirror; I noticed bruises on my neck, a bruise on my arm along with some sporadically found on my entire body. My brown eyes were bloodshot, my body as weak, my long burgundy hair was askew, and I could barely walk without losing my balance. I suddenly realized what had happened the other night when I felt a burning sensation between my legs and noticed there was dry blood and semen around my vaginal area when it suddenly hit me; they raped me after they drugged me and drank my blood . . . only then I'd realized these monsters who drugged me were vampires and I was still in their house. As I walked out and succeeded to miraculously get back home, I showered, had coffee and got along with my life. I kept to myself, carried pepper spray and never walked around strangers. I felt that I was never safe around anyone, so I kept myself far away from everyone and didn't expect to trust anybody the same again.

"Hey freak, move out of the way. I need to get somethin' to eat!" A loud voice told me to get out of the way as I took my tray of food and found a table in a corner. As I snacked on my food and continued to read a wonderful mystery novel (not required for class), I felt as though people were watching me and I suddenly became self conscious. Carlton Community College was not my number one choice but it was the best art school closest to my hometown; I wasn't ready to move away but I definitely didn't want to be anywhere near my parents lately. As I became enraptured by my book again, I felt that strange tingling sensation of being watched. I tried to shake the feeling, but I couldn't help but look around; suddenly two large green orbs were looking my way. I'd never seen such green eyes before, but as soon as I noticed the paleness of the skin as well as his over-attractiveness. I felt disgusted, just as I did after I realized those vampires had taken advantage of me. I stood, packed my book in my bag and threw away the remainder of my meal as I practically ran over towards the ladies' room before I lost my lunch in the toilet. Luckily I had my toothbrush and toothpaste as I managed to brush my teeth before I headed to my art appreciation class. I took out my notebook and began making notes, happy to be able to see what was going on from the back of the classroom.

"Alright everyone, today we'll be working in groups. Be sure to work with the person next to you and turn in the assignment when done. On the screen is part of Picasso's Blue Period; I want you to answer the questions on the board as well as explain to the class why you wrote down what you did." After the professor spoke, I took a look at the questions asked and began writing (1) The media used? (2) The mode of presentation. (3) Describe the image, and (4) How does the art influence you? I suddenly whispered to myself,

"La Vie; life." As I smiled at the irony. I suddenly noticed there was no one sitting next to me, and everyone had partners; all but one person. I looked up to see the same guy with those gorgeous green eyes walk over to me as he sat down beside me.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked with a smirk on his face. I turned away and continued answering the questions as the professor decided to check on our progress. About twenty minutes later she began asking everyone questions and I suddenly felt a knot in my gut, but he spoke up, reading off the answers I wrote down. As the professor nodded her head and listened, I couldn't help but catch his name,

"So Adrian, since you said that this piece gave you a lot of insight to life and is very relatable; would you mind expanding on that please?" The professor took off her glasses as everyone turned to look at us. I suddenly realized he didn't have the answer, but I did. As Adrian remained silent, I looked around, swallowed and began to speak.

"La Vie means life. His painting is a representation of life itself; the darkest moment of finding that when your family is slipping through the cracks, it can be hard to lift yourself up again. At least that's how it felt after my parents filed for a divorce." I sighed as I continued.

"Of course it can be left up to interpretation, there are those who claim the woman in the painting is his mother and the child in her arms is Picasso himself; but I find that to be untrue."

"And why is that Ms. Caux." Suddenly someone giggled on the other side of the room as I sighed; I always hated that my last name sounded like something so inappropriate.

"Well, I understand that Picasso was very gifted and thought to be one of the most talented modern artists in his time, but I don't see why he even had to be in that room. It could have been his father and his mistress addressing Picasso's mother whilst she held a babe in her arms. It could have been Picasso, in another room or another time; I don't know, perhaps even Picasso's grandparents." I shrugged as the professor put her glasses back on and began correcting me, telling me I was completely off and that I could no longer apply "personal matters" to art that we observe in class. I thought it was absurd; why have an art class if you have to limit your imagination and interpretation. Suddenly I felt a hand slide over my own as I pulled away, looking at Adrian with abhorrence when he physically touched me.

"You know, I thought what you said was a great interpretation; no one's right or wrong when it comes to art; we each have our unique views." His smile was kind and honest; I didn't even see his sharp teeth which surprised me. I turned away as I continued to take notes in the following classes as I continued to sit alone and avoid others at all cost.

"Hey, Jayleen right?" Adrian caught my arm as I pulled away and reached for my pepper spray.

"What do you want?" I took my hand out of my purse as I crossed my arms.

"I wanted to know if you'd to come to a little party with me?" He tried to flash me a smile, I hated how good looking he was.

"I don't attend parties." I said in a vile tone.

"Oh well I just figured everyone likes to have a good time every once in a while. You don't have to hide behind your books." He tried to get into my personal space as I took five steps back.

"I-I have to go." I turned to walk away when he pulled me into him.

"You don't have to be afraid of me." His voice was a low whisper, but instead of calming me, I felt even more terrified.

"Get off me!" I pushed away with all my might as I ran from him. I heard whispers from people, apparently the girls thought I was an idiot for not accepting a hug from the dreamy Adrian character, others called me a slut, and honestly I stopped listening. They were the idiots, thinking he was so perfect, thinking vampires were normal/acceptable but I knew better. I'd never fall into their trap again; I refuse to be a victim any more.