The next morning, everyone seemed to be really freaked out and Ophelia wondered why. She waited most of the day until she and Massie were left alone to converse.

"Massie? Why is everyone so quiet this morning?" She asked.

"Didn't you hear? There was a group of hikers found dead in the woods. I think some maniac ripped their throats out. Pretty gruesome." Massie replied.

"Where in the woods?" Ophelia asked.

Massie's eyes widened at her undead friend's question.

"Wait. Ophelia… you know something I don't, do you?" She asked.

"Perhaps…" The vampire replied.

Later that day, Ophelia secretly told Massie that she murdered the group of hikers and Massie nearly fainted when she heard her friend's story.

"You killed those hikers?!" She quietly shrieked. "WHY?!"

"Do you not recall how long I have been underground? In a casket of iron?" Ophelia asked. "I had to feed!"

"Okay, okay! Look. As long as you don't tell anyone else about what happened that night, everything will be fine. Got it?"

"Agreed."

"Hey! Massie, Ophelia! Look! The Angel Prep buses are starting to pull up!" Isabelle called as she looked out the window into the school courtyard.

Ophelia and Massie went to join Isabelle by the window and saw that he was right. There were two rather large buses colored black and white and they both had an insignia on the side that had 'Angel Prep Academy' written on it in bold red calligraphy and the silhouette of a large black cat on a two-toned shield.

'Angel Prep Academy; prepare to meet your match.' Ophelia thought as she saw students piling out of the two buses.

As the students went out into the courtyard, Ophelia saw that they were all wearing matching uniforms in black as well as shades of gray, white, and red; this school's curricular system seemed rather controlling and a bit overbearing to her. Outside, Barnabas looked like he was speaking with a man with reddish blonde hair and wearing a gray suit; he must've been the principal of the rivaling school.

"Dean Stoddard will assist your students get settled if you would like me to show you around the facility." Barnabas offered. "There have been quite a few changes since you have visited last."

"Oh yeah, sure, Headmaster Collins." The man said. "I'm sure that'd be really fascinating. I wanna hear all about it."

Barnabas soon led the Principal into the school to show him around. Then Barnabas's eye caught Ophelia as she watched him lead the visiting principal around.

"Ah, here is a new change right now." The Headmaster said as he walked towards Ophelia.

"We'll just… get outta your way for now. And whatever you do, don't blow your cover around this guy." Massie whispered as she and Isabelle walked away.

"See ya later." Isabelle whispered.

"This is my distant niece, Ophelia." Barnabas introduced.

As Ophelia politely offered her hand to the man before her, her expression changed from pleased to shocked in one second flat as he took her hand. She immediately recognized this man; his eyes were a light brown, his face was covered in freckles, and his smile was sinister and evil rather than friendly and inviting.

"Why hello there, Miss Collins." He said in a very haunting, familiar voice. "My name is Principal Reggie Bouchard."

"So it is." Ophelia managed to croak without sounding too angry. "Do you know what I would very much like to do with you?"

"I can only imagine."

"I would very much like to have a word with you in private. Uncle Barnabas, would you excuse us?"

"Of course. You may go to my office to speak if you wish."

"Thank you."

When they made it to Barnabas's office, Ophelia glared darkly at the man before her as she shut the doors behind her.

"How dare you defile my home with your noxious—?"

Ophelia's enraged rant was suddenly interrupted by the rivaling principal pressing his rough lips against hers. After a few moments, Principal Bouchard pulled away slowly and licked his lips. He smiled a satisfied smirk at her.

"It's really you." He said before making his way over to Barnabas's desk and leaning against it. "It's been a while hasn't it, babe?"

"'Babe'?" Ophelia echoed in shock. "How dare you…?"

"Oh, don't take it so personally." Reggie said. "You know, since you and Barnabas left, this place really went downhill. But since I heard that your uncle returned, this place has gone up in the world… where it's considered a damn outcast."

"Have you any idea what you and your accursed sibling have put me and my family through?" Ophelia asked, her eye twitching angrily. "Your sister killed the man I loved and she cursed me to be this hideous creature!"

"C'mon, Ophelia, get over it already." Reggie said as he nonchalantly sat on the desk.

"I WAS LOCKED IN A BOX FOR ALMOST THREE HUNDRED YEARS!" She shrieked in rage.

"Don't exaggerate; it was only two hundred and twenty-six… tops." Reggie corrected.

"No matter how years it was; it was an eternity nonetheless. For all you have done, I shall you trialed for witchcraft and burned at the stake!"

"Ha! Poor, sweet, naïve Ophelia. Don't you get it? Things have changed while you were taking your little nap."

"So you are the famous 'drill sergeant' of these dreaded Angel Prep Black Cats, yes?"

"Sure am. Don't mean to brag, but my Cats win every single one of these Students Games while obliterating the competition… I especially like crushing the pride and joy of these pathetic Collinsport Bats, but I'm sure you know that already."

"Yes, that is I have been told. But be prepared for your streak of merciless winning to come to an abrupt end, Reginald Bouchard, for I am going to compete in the Games."

"You? Compete? Oh, please! A prissy, bratty, little blood-sucking bitch like you could never help these bastards win. You couldn't even help them win their way out of a cardboard box."

"I do not know what that means, but you shall see the light for I shall lead the Collinsport Vampire Bats to victory and return to them the respect and glory they want and deserve."

"Ha! There's no point; I'm the only alpha male left in their little swarm or pack, or whatever they call it. You know what I mean."

"Is that so? What if your precious students find out that their beloved principal is a lackey to Mephistopheles himself?"

"Do you really think anyone would believe a word you just said? The rest of the Bouchard family and I have been members of this whole community for over two hundred years, give or take a few days."

"Your name may have changed over these decades but you remain the servant of Satan, the follower of the Devil, the henchman of—"

But before Ophelia could finish her ranting, Reginald raised his hand and the curtains covering the glass door flew open to let in so much sunlight that it caused Ophelia to hiss and to retreat back to the shadows in terror. Reginald stood over the girl and smirked wickedly.

"The students of Collinsport High School are like putty in my hands now and you? You're just a stranger who's afraid of the sun in the eyes of these kids." He said. "Welcome back to the shadows, Ophelia Collins. I missed you… Good luck in the Games."

And with that, Reggie departed and Ophelia was left in a state of primitive fear as she continued to shield herself from the harmful sunlight.