Bite Me, or better yet, I'll Bite You
Chapter One: Bite Me
The hallway became suddenly silent as I came through the doors. Principal Powers wasn't far behind, and no doubt everyone had heard the latest slice of gossip. I held my head up high and put on my best anyone-else-wanna piece-of-this face. The crowd parted as we walked all the way to the gym, kids gradually disappearing into their classrooms as the final bell rang. Principal Powers, or Powerless as a call her (I mean really, how much damage can comets do?) pushed me through the doors and up to a large frozen figure.
"Well go ahead now Mrs. Alucard, change him back." She insisted. I laughed and crossed my arms.
"Well what do you expect me to do? It's not like I can snap my fingers and turn him back" I said, raising an eyebrow and inspecting my nails. Oh yeah…she defiantly hates me. I could see it in her face as she pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. Turning gracefully on a heel she motioned someone to come in. He came trudging through the door, face hard as a rock, and the classic black leather style to back it up. School Bad- ass competition number one I mentally noted. I watched him curiously, as he came over and stood in front of me, cold dark eyes bearing down on me. He didn't look angry…just bored, or peeved. Like he really wanted to be in class, I laughed to myself. Principal Powers welcomed him with a small wave.
"Ah, Warren, so glad you were willing to be of help. Kaye Alucard, this is Warren Peace, a fellow junior here at Sky High. He is going to help us to settle this rather, well difficult situation, then escorting you to the detention room." She added glaring in my direction. I nodded, acknowledging Warren's presence, and then went back to my nails. Damn the paint was coming off.
"So…what do you want?" He asked bluntly. I let out a laughing sigh, and Principal Powers just glared at me again. She was getting really fond of that.
"Oh alright," I sighed rolling my eyes, and then fixing my gaze on the guy in front of me, "I froze him and now she cant un-freeze him." She simply cleared her throat in protest. Oh no! Now I had questioned her authority! I was walking on thin ice now! Trying to contain my laughter, I turned my attention back to Warren.
"Oh." He replied and went over to the statue. Oh…is that it. No reaction, no high fives no nothing? Well ok so I hadn't really wanted a high five, but something other the 'oh' would have been nice. He walked over to the newly added ice sculpture, and set his arms aflame. Wow. I thought sarcastically. He's on fire! If you haven't noticed, I laugh at my own jokes even before I say them. Thus the price we pay for having a vivid sense of humor. But I digress… ANYWAYS the clearly clueless Warren powers up and sends a large fire ball at the statue. Before anyone could react, the fireball bounced off of the statue at a greater speed then thrown, and came careening towards us. I sighed a gently blew some air out of my mouth, like one might do to blow out birthday candles. The flame ball froze, then due to the fact it was fire, melted the ice, and the water put out the flame. Warren stared at my dumbfounded.
"Okayyyyy so there might me a telepathic force field around Mr. Ice Man" I said innocently, lifting my fingers, and then slowly letting them fall, removing the force field. Principal Powers gave me another one of her famous death glares and pointed to the door.
"You detention…NOWWW," she commanded.
"Fine, god, don't get so moody." I teased as a walked out. Some guy with glasses showed me where the detention room was, and thanked me for finally acting out against Coach Boomer. Whatever, I didn't need to know his name, or how mean he was. He BOOOMEED in my ear before I had my coffee. In my book that would get anyone a first class ticket to hypothermia land. It really wasn't anything personal. However I did appreciate the attention. He told me to sit with him and his friends at lunch. His name was Ian, or Ivan, or Ether, or something. Anyways I found the detention room, and sat down with a book. About 5 minutes later my favorite Principal showed up, pulling that Warren guy in by his ear. I smirked as he took a seat next to me and sighed. She informed me that I had no powers in this room, and that I could leave at 1130. Hey right before lunch, I could get used to this! When she left I turned slightly and for the first time actually looked at Warren Peace. Damn… I should have paid attention A LOT earlier. Long dark hair with soulful dark eyes, and clad in LEATHER no less. I cocked a brow at him questioningly, and he frowned.
"I kinda took advantage of the whole "un-freezing" Coach Boomer, and kinda burnt him to a nice crisp…on accident of course." He stated eyes glinting with delight. I laughed and nodded, adding in an 'Oh I see'. He never really did stop looking at me, even after I turned my attention to my book. Then I got bored and painted my nails. After that I took off my shoes and started to paint my toenails. This however didn't go over so well.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing!" he asked eyes growing wide and fingers coming up to cover his nose. I smiled sarcastically, and waved a foot in his face. He light up his hand and flicked a flame at my foot.
"OWWWW!" I yelled cradling my scorched foot in my arms. "What the fuck was that you dick head!"
"Get your smelly feet back in your shoes" he ordered sternly.
"Bite me." I said continuing to paint my other foot. "Or better yet, I'll bite you."
He looked at my strangely and I flashed him a smile that revealed my long white canine teeth.
"You know what Alucard is backwards?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Dracula" I grinned and went back to my nails. Surprisingly the first foot was dry. I ran my fingers over the scorch marks and shrugged.
"Hm…what do you know…stupid fucking flame dried them…" Shrugging again I decided to try poka-dots.
End Chapter One
Authors Notes:
My first fan fiction so I might suck. But oh well. I would read it if I weren't the one writing it..and someone else did…oh you know! NE WAYS Rate and Review PLEASSSSEEEEE. I think ill rate it T. Because I mean u can't write a Warren Peace story without the cussing can you. NOPE
Yours truly,
M.M.