Chapter 2
[Author's Note:
All character rights to the character "Chastity Von Fang" belong completely to Iris Kuima from over at DeviantArt. I give all credit to her for the creation of said character that she allowed me to name and portray as my main character in this story. She can be located under the username: Irisdescence-art. Link to her homepage is: i r i d e sc ence - a rt . de via nta rt . com. I personally recommend you guys to go and check out her art, it's very beautiful and has a deep meaning that leaves such an impression on others. For example, Chastity's portrait that she done (and thankfully let me use), that can be found here: h t t p : / / i r i d e sce nc e - ar t . d evian tart . c o m / g all er y / ? q= va mpir e# / d 1p io v o
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[Trying to decide if I'm going to change the story format – what do you guys think, should I switch over to diary format or keep it like this? Maybe I'll test it out in the next chapter.]
"What brings you this time around?" Mr. D'eath asked, sipping his black coffee as he took a seat on his dark wooden desk. He crossed his legs at the knee, rested his free hand in pocket. "Isn't it a bit too early for me to be seeing your face?"
"Well," Chastity said, closing the purple door behind her. She took a seat in the provided dark green lounge chair. "I was thinking that I could use some counseling, but since I know you have more appointments than you can schedule, I thought I'd stop by early. Hope you don't mind the morning engagement."
"I can't say I do, so fine, feel free to stay. But," the skeleton monster paused, lifting from his seat on the dark wooden desk and taking a seat in his black cushioned roller chair. He leaned back, getting comfortable. "I'm not sure what I'll be able to do for you. You my dear are definitely no problem child…mind you that you grew up independent and self-govern under your father, my close friend and top professor who is known for his harsh rule."
"Oh you're being too modest, Uncle Reaper." Chastity smiled sharply, her eyes narrowed darkly. "Don't you think strict is a more sensible word?"
"Perhaps…" Mr. D'eath answered, his fingers coming together to make a crown. He sat his elbows against his desk, rested his chin to his crowned hands. His black coffee steamed beside him. "Anywho, back to our topic of choice, what is it you feel I can do for you, the underworld's dearest of nightmares?"
"I prefer the underworld's most deadly of obscured dearest nightmares, but I'll be thankful for the compliment since it's all the same." Chastity said with a light dark giggle. "But you're right…we shouldn't fall too far from our topic, shall we? Well you see, Uncle Reaper, I think I may be…something comparable to baffled."
"Do continue to explain," the reaper said, turning away in his seat, facing his back to her – or rather the leather of the black chair.
Chastity leaned back in her seat, crossed her legs at the knee. For a moment she thought. "Well you see…it would seem that I'm quite popular, unfortunately. I don't understand why, but then again I don't think I want to."
Mr. D'eath allowed himself a sigh. "Sweetheart, you're going to have to make your troubles a bit more clearer than that…"
"Yes, yes, I'm aware of that," Chastity rolled her eyes. "Anyway…the thing is: a lot of vampires here have been begging me to join some cultural group or other called Vampowerment. It's becoming quite bothersome. Why would they even think I'd want to join their cultural group?"
"Well, you are of the species, correct? And I do believe you take pride in said species, yes?" Mr. D'eath asked, sipping his black coffee with a carefree attitude.
"I suppose…in fact: yes, I am a vampire. And yes I do take pride in being such – but still! That doesn't mean I have to automatically join their cultural group. For beginners, it's my first year here – and my junior year at that, which automatically makes me quite the last bloomer. I still have to get use to things ar4ound here and how they work, they've already done such. I still need time to adjust." Chastity said with a final arm cross and a shushed huff.
"And…" Mr. D'eath said quietly.
"And?" Chastity questioned.
He spun in his chair to face her. The expression on his fleshless skeletal face was one of tiredness. "And…"
"Alright, fine!" Chastity said, jerking her head to her side as she closed her eyes dramatically. "And I already had another club in mind. Happy?"
"Not yet," Mr. D'eath's smirk was smug. "Which club have you taken interest in? I must know – such occasions as these are quite rare, if I do say so myself."
"Well, I'm interested in many clubs actually. A few are SAT Prep Club, maybe Chess Club too, and possibly the Debate Team. I'm always thinking about Monster Student Government as well. I haven't made the final decision yet though…" Chastity admitted.
"And why not?" D'eath questioned, adjusting his dark blue tie that had been tight against his black button up with the dramatic long sleeve and black hood. "You're my dearest Chastity, I would've thought you had it all figured out by now."
"Well, that's four possible clubs and teams to pick from; I'm just not sure which I want to do yet." Chastity sighed.
"How about just doing all of them then?" Mr. D'eath asked, as if the solution had been completely obvious.
Chastity considered his theory momentarily, taking a moment to think. "Perhaps…but what about the days and times? I don't want them to clash and ruin my schedule."
"Well now…let me see," the skeletal guidance counselor said, turning to his wide black computer. He clicked it on and fast speed went to typing. He did a quick scan of the research he needed that he'd found from the school's website and read the result out loud. "SAT Prep Club is on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday from three ten to four thirty, while the Chess Club is on Wednesday from three ten to five, and the Debate Team is Friday within those same timeframe. As for Monster Student Government, well, that's every week day including possibly on weekends. For MSG, you'd just have to report in during mornings and during lunch – however, be warned, they do occasionally hold after school meetings, but as I was informed that seems to be quite rare. There now, problem solved."
"Purrfect!" Chastity said, her expression one of excitement and her smile bright. "That going to work purrfectly for me."
"Yes, yes, dear," Mr. D'eath waved her excitement away casually. "Now was there anything else I could assist you with?"
"Well," Chastity sat. she crossed her legs again, thinking. "Ah, yes! My schedule – I wanted to change my classes."
"Okay then…" Mr. D'eath said, turning back to his computer. He pulled up her student file and looked through if for a moment. "…Let's see here. History of the Undead, Biteology Lab, Monster Lit A.P., Mad Science, Clawculus A.P., and Dead Languages. What's wrong with the schedule you have now? Really, it's not even the worst I've seen…"
"It's a little too…" Chastity paused, her hand twirling in mid-air. She searched her brain for a word. "Easy?"
"Easy?" D'eath repeated. "Define easy in your terms, sweetheart."
Chastity's mouth curled inside as she sighed, blinking her eyes away. "Well, there's no challenged. School is no fun if I don't struggle, fall because of some bump in the road, and get back up – not to forget dust myself off…I need some kind of challenge! There classes just don't do it for me."
"You're the only student I know who would have the guts to say such a thing." Mr. D'eath said, shaking his head in disappointment. He sipped his coffee.
The ghoul who was like a second child to him would never change.
"Yes, well…" Chastity said, letting her head fall back to the dark green lounge chair. She rested her head, shutting her eyes for a moment of peace. "I want to be the best ghoul I can be, after all. So, will you change my classes for me?"
"Sure, why not?" D'eath shrugged lazily. He turned back to his computer, readied his bony fingers on the all black keyboard. "What do you wish to change?"
"Everything." The vampire ghoul said, opening her eyes only to find the naked ceiling. "Well almost everything anyway. I'll keep three of the classes, but I want them switched around. The rest can be modified."
"Sure thing. Starting with?"
"First period…" Chastity said, her voice sounding somewhat bemused. "Instead of History of the Undead, I'd much rather start my day with Monster Literature A.P. As for second period, let's just go ahead and change that to Trigular Calcometry."
"Alright…" Mr. D'eath said typing. "You may want to watch out to that Trigular Calcometry class. The Headless Headmistress Bloodgood teaches it and she can be strict at times."
"Got'cha," Chastity gave a nod. "Thanks for the warning. Moving on: instead of having Dead Languages last, I want it right before lunch, period three."
"Got it, got it." D'eath nodded slowly, his finger typing speedily. "Please continue on."
"After lunch I'd like to change Mad Science into Study Howl – it'd give me time to do some studying just in case. Then History of the Undead can be after." Chastity nodded to herself for a moment, certain about her new schedule.
"Sounds good to me, and your last class, my dear?"
"Hmmm…Creepistry A.P., maybe? Yeah, I think it'll do me some good." Chastity said with a confident grin, sure of herself and ready to take on the challenge.
"Okay!" D'eath said with a final tab against the keyboard and an official click with his mouse. "I've got it all recorded on file – both your old and new schedules. I can report to your new teachers today and set up some type of meeting after school to alert them of your presence."
"Coolness," the vampire ghoul said softly, poking out her lips as she nodded. Somehow she'd become bored. "I can't wait…"
"Alright, kiddo. Report to your new first period bright and early, got it?" D'eath stood. He walked over to the printer located on his bookshelf between rows of books.
"Yes sir, Uncle Reaper, will do." Chastity promised.
Mr. D'eath handed her her new class schedule, along with the days and times for the clubs she'd been planning on joining and walked over to the door. He held it open, hinting at her that she was, once again, late. "I'll see you around, alright?"
"You mean at lunch," Chastity stood, grabbing her black backpack. She walked out the door, flashed one of most famous Reapers in monster existence who was now a high school guidance counselor a half-grin. "I scheduled myself for another session."
"I thought I saw your name." D'eath said, shaking his head once again disappointedly. "Guess I can't rid myself of you, can I?"
"Not yet anyway." Chastity smiled cunningly, yet charmingly.
"Alright, you little biter," D'eath said, rustling her wild waves. "Get to your first period class – you're already about fourteen minutes late."
"Okay, okay, I will, I will." Chastity said, turning to leave. She fixed her black and soft grey waves.
Mr. D'eath watched as she began to walk away. "And if you see my idiot son, tell me that I need to speak with him!"
"Got it!" the vampire ghoul called back.