AN. Sooo, I have a new story that recently came to mind! Hope you all enjoy! PS, I do not own the Drake Chronicles. Alyxandra Harvey does…. Lucky Lady ;)

Riot Ambel Grae
Riot grew up in Chicago with a drunken mom and a deadbeat dad who tried his best. She would rather be in the garage than in the mall. She preferred AC/DC to Rihanna. She hated her middle name and wished she could forget the last two years of her life. She made money fighting & racing underground but when one fight goes wry at 16 and she discovers vampires, her life gets flipped up side down.
Riot gets sent to Helios-Ra boarding school for young hunters, in Chicago. Fighting comes naturally to Riot, so that wasn't a problem. Two years after starting at Helios she finds her talents were needed elsewhere and she gets shipped off to Violet Hill, the center of it all.

I was sitting at the desk in my dorm, painting my nails a shocking red as I gossiped with Chloe.
Violet Hill was not nearly as bad as I expected it to be. I had taken my GED at 15 after my freshman year and left regular school all together, it wasn't for me. That, and I had to support myself, school got in the way of that. People asked to many questions about the bruises and black eyes that I showed up with on Monday mornings. It was hard to explain to people that you illegally fought others to make money. It was hard to tell them that you worked in a chop shop and raced cars to make money.
One of the things I did like about Violet Hill was how much fighting time I actually got. I was in the gym, a lot. Also, my new roommates were pretty cool.
I was lucky, I could have been stuck on one of the top floors with the sophomores being that it was my third but I fought my way up, or down, to the senior level. For that, I thanked the Gods. I could not deal with those stairs and the giggly bunch of kids atop them.
I was ambidextrous; I could use both hands equally well to do things, which came in very handy while painting your nails. I had just finished covering my left thumb with a clear top coat when Hunter barged into our dorm with a devious smile.
"God, my best friend has turned into such a slut!" Chloe shrieked. "I love it!"
She must have been referring to Hunters slightly reddened lips, coming to the conclusion that she was with her boyfriend just minutes ago.
"Shut up, Chlo." Hunter mumbled as she closed the door behind her and crossed the room to the extra large closet.
Chloe snickered in reply and continued to type away at her laptop. She was always on that thing, and it made a girl wonder, what the hell could she possibly be doing?
"We are going out tonight." Hunter said as she flicked through her section of the closet, which was the entire thing. We were all roughly the same size, so clothes were shared amongst the three of us.
"When?" I asked before continuing to blow my nails dry. "30 minutes." Hunter replied casually.
"What?!" Chloe shrieked as she slammed her computer shut. "You are such a bad person. You leave us to go make out with your hot boyfriend and only give us 30 minutes to get ready!" Chloe said as she shoved Hunter away from the closet and made her way into it.
I waited five minutes, blowing hastily on my nails so they would dry and not smear.
By the time I made my way over to the closet Chloe was already in the shower. I pulled my mesh tube top dress of its hanger along with a plaid shirt and a pair of opaque tights. Hunter was sitting at her desk, applying her makeup. "I'm about to get naked, in case you wanted to watch." I warned her as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. "I'm all eyes baby girl." Hunter joked in return, without taking her eyes of herself in the mirror.
I changed my bra and underwear as well, deciding on a black lace set that I enjoyed immensely.
I pulled my clothes on before moving back toward my desk.
"Where are we going?" I asked Hunter as I applied my makeup. "A lake side party, about 20 minutes away." She said as she carefully lined her eyes with dark eyeliner.
I hoped this would be fun, but I was willing to bed parties here were nothing like the ones at home.
We drove my car, a black 02 Pontiac Firebird, because Hunter had screwed up the trans on her jeep and it was being fixed. Because it was my car, it was my music. I played Velvet Revolver pretty much the whole ride there. Chloe pouted about me not listening to any good music.
I ignored her and followed the directions Hunter had given me.

I pulled into the small parking lot that already held about twenty cars and parked next to the black Jeep Hunter's boyfriend Quinn was sitting on top of.

I had meet Quinn the first day I arrived, as for the rest of the Drake brothers not a single sighting but I knew that was going to change as soon as I saw four boys who had to be related to Quinn standing around the front of the Jeep.

I turned the key back in the ignition effectively killing the engine.

"Who is all going to be here?" Chloe asked as we all exited the car. I tucked my keys into the small leather pocket inside my boot, between a silver knife and a wooden stake. I stretched my arms above my head, sending my dress a bit further up my thighs before I walked around the front of the car.

"Ri, this is Marcus, Duncan, Conner and Logan." Hunter said, pointing to each of the gorgeous boys.

I had no problem with most vampires; I wasn't as prejudice or judgmental seeing as I hadn't grown up with knowing about them.

"Boys, this is our new roommate Riot Grae."

I smiled at the boys and pulled my curly black hair over my shoulders. I noticed one of them, Duncan? I think, was staring at my car with wide eyes.

"See something you like?" I asked him as Quinn dragged Chloe and Hunter down the grassy hill toward a blazing beach fire. He nodded, causing me to smirk.

I turned around on the heel of my boot and slid my fingers along the underside of the hood, catching the switch and popping the hood. "Car Geek." Marcus coughed before turning after Logan and walking away.

"Standard 5.7 Liter LS1 V8, 305 horse, 0-100 in 10.2 seconds, 0-60 in 3.8, ¾ speed manual gear shift." I said, leaning on the edge of the car, by the headlights. "What kind of trans?" He asked as he ran his fingers over the top of the engine. "Sports package, street style." I replied, folding my arms over my chest. "How many miles?" He asked as he stepped back from the hood. "48,000." I told him as I pushed myself off the hood. Maybe Mr. I'm-a-hot-vampire-who-knows-cars could make this party a bit more enjoyable.

I knocked the bar out from under the hood and back into place across the engine before lowering the hood on top of it and locking it in place.

I walked with Duncan down the hill and we talked about my car, it was cool to talk to someone who knew what he or she was talking about.

There were a few coolers by the edge of the group, where the sand meet the grass. A bunch of high school kids sat on logs, chairs and blankets around the fire, sipping drinks and telling loud stories to one another. A few couples were walking in the shallow water of the lake, some lying on the ground together. Some new rap bullshit was playing from a small stereo system.

"Could they be any more stereotypical?" I asked Duncan as we stepped onto the beach. "Not sure," He laughed. "It depends on what's in the coolers."

Sure enough, the coolers were filled with various beer cans and bottles, all probably snuck from their parent's garages. "Damn, so this is what I missed out on in life." Duncan said with mock depression. "Yeah, shitty beach parties and ACT's." I said in return as I picked up a can of Coke. "Well shit, seems like the life." He said as we joined the group of people around the fire. "Maybe around here." I said as I pulled the silver tab back on my Coke. Hunter sat across from us, her hand wrapped up in Quinn's. She was seemingly oblivious to the jealous stares she was receiving from the rest of the girls around us.

"Oh really? Just here? What is the high school scene like where your from?" he asked me as he leaned backwards, crossing his legs over each other. He was relaxed back on his elbows comfortably. I sat next to him with my legs crossed over my shoulders and my feet facing away from him. I held my Coke between both hands, twisted slightly to the left so I could see him.

"I'm not sure if I could answer that properly, I only went for one years." I told him, refusing to actually look at him, instead I stared into the deep red coals of the fire. I guess it was embarrassing to tell people you dropped out of school, even if you ended up going back.

"Alright, then what was the teenage life like in...?" He trailed off, he didn't know where I was from I had realized. "Chicago. I'm from Chicago." I told him.

"Okay, so what's Chicago like?" He asked me.

"Well, I grew up on drive-bye's and west side gang sings." I said with a harsh laugh. It was true; my child hood was anything but extraordinary. I loved it nonetheless. I loved the people I had meet. I loved the memories I had made. I loved my life, and it was hard for some people to understand that. I mean, I had a drunken mom who spent my fight money of booze. I fought for money, MMA, it was hard but it paid well. I had a dead-beat dad who tried his hardest to support me, which was really all I could ask for. I had two best friends. It was hell, but it was my hell.

Duncan sat quietly for a few seconds.

"What was that like?"

"It fucking sucked. My mom is a drunk and my dad can't hold a job to save his life. I make money and my mom spends it. My brother died two years ago. And that's when I started at Helios in Chicago. I stayed there for two years but I couldn't get shit for anything done while I was still trying to get money for my parents so they sent me here." I told him. I tapped my pointer finger repeatedly against my Coke can, the ring made a small noise with every touch.

"I don't know what I would do if I lost one of my brothers, or my sister." Duncan said quietly. I watched his eyes dart from Drake-to-Drake around the fire.

As I followed his eyes I realized that they were all here. I counted 7 Drakes in total, including Duncan. I knew Lucy, she attended Helios and I knew she was dating one of the Drake's, I was assuming it was the one who had his arm wrapped around her.

I swallowed a mouthful of my fizzy drink and caught Hunter's eye across the fire. She winked and forced her eyebrows up and down suggestively. I flipped her off discreetly.

"Well," Duncan cleared his throat. "How did you make money for your parents?" He asked me.

"This is a good one." I grinned, setting my Coke down on the ground beside me. "I race, and I fight." I told him simply.

Duncan raised an eyebrow at me with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Underground and MMA." I added.

"That's badass." Duncan said decidedly, smiling at me from his spot beside me.

"That's how I got here." I told him and I twisted my watch around my wrist.

"You fought your way into Helios-Ra Academy?" He questioned me, a smile playing on his lips.

"Oh God no." I replied quickly. "Like I said, I fight. I was scheduled to fight some new guy in some old parking structure, just like every other Friday night. I got there, I warmed up and I was ready to go. Only there was a slight problem, I was fighting a vampire. And when you don't know tat vampires exist, you don't know how to fight them. In other words, I got my ass kicked and all but drained when Delaniki and Dimitri found me. They brought me back to the Academy, patched me up and got me working." I told him as I rolled the left sleeve of my flannel up to reveal my scarred-and-tattooed forearm.

My entire left arm was covered in a detailed lace pattern that spanned from the back of my shoulder blade down to my wrist. It was gorgeous and illegal as all get out, considering I had gotten it done when I was fifteen. The inside of my forearm had about six sets of dot like scars on it.

Duncan's pointer finger ghosted over the marks lightly.

"So does that mean you're here for revenge on all the vampire race?" He questioned jokingly. "Of course!" I laughed.

Duncan bolted up right as I rolled my sleeve down. "What's wrong?" I asked him immediately.

"Hel-Blar." He said as he shot up off the ground at the same time as his brothers.