Mara's POV-

The man supposedly named Travis lead her back to her room. The talk with the Dean had left Mara in a pretty good mood. Yup. She could still smell the blood that coated her, she got to live in this place, she wasn't rotting away in a jail
cell. It was a good day.
After a little bit of a walk, Travis and Mara got to her room. He unlocked the door and held it open for her. She walked in. Her bag sat on her bed that contained mostly just clothes. Not many clothes, because here they had uniformes. Other than that
Mara didn't have many possessions to bring from her old home. Mara expected a roommate, but there was only one bed in the room. Even better.
"They insisted that you didn't have a roommate." Travis spoke in a plain voice taking off her handcuffs. "I bet you could come up with a reason why they didn't want you with another person in the dark."
Mara laughed.
"It wasn't a joke." he said bluntly.
Mara turned to him and smiled. "I thought it was funny." she spoke smoothly.
Travis looked at her with a mix of hate, disgust, and fear.
He knew what she had done the night before.
"The Dean had insisted that the school nurse checked you over. She will come to your room in a few minutes." he told her.
Mara smirked and slowly walked closer to him. "Trust me, Travis." she cooed. "None of this is mine." she laughed, gesturing to the blood that covered her.
"I believe you." he said with a steady voice, backing toward the door.
Mara sighed loudly and leaned against a wall. "Why so serious?" she quoted from one of the Batman movies.
Travis stared at her. "Like I said. The nurse is on her way. Make sure your deranged ass attends lunch." he said rather impolitely. Mara rose her eyebrows. "You can find your own way to the dining hall."
Mara glared at him hard. "Will do." she snarled.
He left the room quick and Mara was alone at last. The room was set up like a hotel room, but a more rustic/victorian feel. To her right was a bathroom with a shower. There was a queen sized bed, closet, a dresser, desk and chair, nightstand with a lamp,
and a bookshelf with books that Mara assumed were for her classes.
She walked to the closet. Inside were two school uniforms. She then walked to the bathroom. There was shampoo, conditioner, and body wash already in the shower. On the counter was a hairbrush and toothbrush and toothpaste.
A knock came. Mara walked out of the bathroom and stared at the door. The knock came again. She opened it and stared at the middle aged lady that was at the door.
The lady quickly processed Mara and tried to smile. "I'm the nurse, Ms Temple." she introduced herself.
Mara looked the lady up and down. "Ms?" Mara asked raising her eyebrows and tilting her head.
Nurse Temple walked into the room. "Um. Yes." she answered, very uncomfortable.
"Not looking to marry?" Mara's voice was filled with charm.
"I was once." she paused. "He passed."
This made Mara's mood even better. "Oh no." Mara choked down a laugh and just smiled. She tilted her head to the side, and then in a lower voice, "Well that's a bummer." her shoulders shook as she laughed silently. Mara could see the
fear rush through the woman's body.
For the next few minutes the nurse rushed through the check up, avoiding anymore conversations. When Mara realized the lady was almost done, she thought of something to say. Mara was not done playing.
Mara put on her best act. She looked down. "I'm sorry."
Nurse Temple stopped and looked at Mara. "Why are you sorry?" she asked.
Oh yes, this lady was easy to play with.
Mara shrugged. "I don't know…" her voice trailed off. "Before. I don't really realize it when I do it." Mara's voice sounded different than it normally did. Less crazy.
Nurse Temple blinked. "I understand."
"Do you have children?" Mara asked.
"Yes." she answered. "One. A boy your age."
Mara smiled softly. "I bet you a great mother."
The Nurse's calmness faded. Realizing Mara was playing with her. "I've heard the stories." she said looking down. "I know what you did." she said quietly.
Mara tried to make eye contact, but the lady refused to look at her. "Look me in the eyes, Ms Temple." Mara said, back to her normal voice that was coated with charm, seductiveness, and just plain evil.
The two made eye contact. "Good." Mara sighed. "What you need to understand, Ms Temple, My mother..." Mara's skin twitched thinking about her. "My mother was a cold hearted whore." Mara said darkly. She took a deep breath
and smiled softly. "And she deserved to die." Mara laughed darkly. "It's a shame so many others had to go with her."
Nurse Temple shook her head, about to cry.
Mara leaned in closer. "I said I bet you are a great mother." Mara whispered. "You are, are you not?" she asked.
She nodded. "Yes, I hope so."
It was a lie. Mara could feel it. "Don't be like my mother, Ms Temple. Look where she is." Mara then smiled.
The Nurse shook her head and backed away to the door. "You are damaged in ways that I cannot fix." she said as she left.
Mara laughed. "I'm right where I want to be, Ms Temple." Mara shouted after her.