Wow, I just can't stop writing for this story, don't ask me why. I have no idea, but the I guess its pretty fun writing the humorous parts before all the drama comes along which should start soon…

Oh and I've made up my mind this story is going up to an "M" rating for swearing, slight violence, sexual humour, sexual scenes, and rape. Yes you read right, rape.

You can ask questions on anything on the list but nothing extremely specific I don't want to ruin the up coming story. And for those who don't like the new "M" rating just accept it and move on please, or don't like, don't read. I really appreciate everyone who's reviewed or read this story but I'm not going to force you into it.

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Broken Stiletto

Chapter 3: His True Intentions

Every since his "talk" with Jimmy after he broke up with Kate, it seemed like love was everywhere. When Casper went to Wolfy's dorm to watch some fleshie television, ever time they changed the channel there was some romantic scene popping to the screen. In History they were learning about the reason behind the vampire-fleshie war of 1562, which was all started because a young vampire leader fell deeply in love with a fleshie knight. And to make matters even worse, Mr. Burns had though this to be the perfect week to learn about the individual similarities and difference of the sexual nature of different creatures; in cruder terms how each creature is able to fuck another.

It was driving the young ghost crazy!

Everywhere he turned was lovey-dovey mush was the first thing he saw. Valentine's Day wasn't even close yet! This predicament Casper found himself in was extremely unfair…all this romance had been affecting his mind extensively.

That stupid "Seduction 101" class definitely wasn't helping, especially when Mantha and Ra were grumbled about the activities they learn about during that class through lunch.

Even when he left for the only class not learning about anything gooey, someone was always making out with their partner ageist a hallway wall.

Casper was extremely happy to say the least when he made it back to his dorm and flopped onto his bed.

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"So, are you ready for the big oral project today," someone muttered in his ear. Casper attempted to swat away the voice, not daring to remove his face from his pillow.

"Casper, you've got to get up now, the science presentation is in half an hour," The voice urged.

Casper sat up still pretty drowsy and faced Ra and Mantha who were standing beside his bed, both dressed and ready for class.

Casper rubbed at his eyes, "Please say that again, I wasn't listening."

"Our science projects are due today, in half an hour," Mantha repeated holding tightly onto a small folder filled with paper.

His eyes flashed open and he jumped off from his bed scrambling over to his desk drawer and quickly pulling out a small stack of paper. He sighed running a hand over the ectoplasm on his head.

He turned to the two and gestured for them to lead the way out. Ra chuckled as the group gathered together and walked out the door.

"Thanks for waking me up guys, I guess I didn't count on sleeping through the night when I feel asleep after class," Casper said with a smirk as he picked at the first page of his essay.

"Anytime dude," Ra said with a shrug, Mantha smiling in agreement.

Casper sighed, Mantha had an adorable smile. He mentally slapped himself almost stopping dead in his tracks. He shouldn't be thinking about one of his best friends that way…even if he did sort of, really like her in that way. As everyone knows it starts with innocent thoughts of their smile and eyes, but if you let it overwhelm you, you end up screaming their names in the middle of the night just from a dream. Of course then you end up with a rather sticky mess in you bed and that's embarrassing enough.

The last thing he wanted was Ra waking up to the sound of the young ghost whimpering out a certain girl's name while he sleeps. Of course he always had Ra's dirty pleasures as leverage but blackmail really wasn't Casper's thing. Though he went through this all with Harpie before they finally got together, maybe it would be worth talking to him about it.

The trio entered the main hallway normally. Taking the stairs quickly they made it to science class almost 45 seconds after they had entered from the hallways to the high school dorms.

"Well guys, it's time," Ra announced quietly to his friends as they walked in through the door and sat beside each other on the lab benches.

"Time for what," Mantha asked from her seat across the aisle form the boys.

"Time to learn about the most glorious thing on the planet…sex."

"Ra you're a pig," the zombie huffed throwing a pen cap at him and hitting him right between the eyes.

Ra rubbed at the spot between his eyes playfully and stuck his tongue out at her. She shrugged at him teasingly with a cheeky smile to emphasize that she had obviously just won their little competition of words. Casper heartily chuckled at the two to himself while he watched the last of the students flood into the classroom and sit down, many eager for once to give their oral report. Casper how ever wasn't so eager, talking openly about the birds and bee's of being a ghost…not fun.

But of course to almost everyone else this class was going to almost be like a free porn session and not many of them would be willing to give it up.

"Okay students let's settle down," Mr. Burns yelled to no one in particular from the front of the class, "today we will start our presentations on our species sexual natures, traditions and such. Alright today we will here from…Thatch, Slither, Harpie, Tri-Cyclops and… ahh Casper."

Casper shrunk down in his seat immediately after his name was called and start to blush profusely. Thatch passed the ghost with a smirk, purposely knocking into him as made his way to the front of the class.

"Alright," Thatch started before clearing his throat and holding his assignment in front of him, "Today you all have the pleasure of learning why Vampire's are the all time greatest creatures. In bed and out. Now before I start I would like to say I hope this persuades all you creatures to attempt a relationship with a vampire."

He held his breath and chuckled lightly before starting again with his gaze fixed on Mantha, but only she seemed to notice, "I am single if anyone wants to know."

Mantha shrank under his gaze, trying to avoid looking at the vampire as much as she could, but that was hard while trying to make it look like she was paying attention. She huffed and finally sent a desperate look towards Casper, trying to hint at how uncomfortable she was feeling.

Thatch had been doing these kinds of things for a while now, and it was quite unnerving. It started out with simple glances and uncomfortable stares, but slowly progressed to dirty flirting. He'd even attempted to grope her behind a few times, among other things. Mantha was sick at the thought of that bat anywhere near her. She felt like beating him down into the floor anytime he even attempted to make a wink, but she knew that he'd over power her quickly.

Thatch soon started to finish up his overly sexual presentation. The two continued to bicker with each other, she mouthing about Thatch's behaviour as simply as she could put it and he always responding by mouthing 'what' right back.

"Mantha, Casper," Burns interrupted suddenly, "Please leave your conversations to after class and let Thatch finish his report."

Mantha bit down on her lip, still trying to avoid Thatch's inevitable staring every time he mentioned something even remotely sexual…basically she could feel his eyes staring right through her for his entire oral project.

Mantha groaned and slumped over her lab desk leaning herself on her hand. Thatch soon finished his report after. With pride he strode down the aisle in between the lab desks, flashing a wink at Mantha, which in return only made her stomach sick.

She flung her ponytail over her shoulder nervously while her fingers delicately pulled at the strands of hair. Lunch was way to long away.

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"Alright," Professor Burns started as he let his long fingers trail down the list of students in his class, "okay, Casper…if you don't mind you're the last presentation of the day, so it would be nice if you could come up here and start."

Casper gulped, and looked over to Ra, who gave him a hearty thumbs up, and then over to Mantha, who gave him a quick smile before going back into thought. He frowned; she'd been like that ever since Thatch's presentation. He reluctantly got up and floated at a steady pace to the front of the class. He gulped once again and brought his paper up to his chest; quickly reading over the first couple of lines before he started.

"Okay," The young ghost mumbled trying to reassure himself, "Let's start with the basics."

"Ghosts are a multi-species breeder, under special circumstances," he gulped trying not to think of the eyes staring right through him, "We can breed with any other multi-species breeder as long as we stay materialized…

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Casper was a bright crimson by the time he croaked out the last sentence of his report. He swished a mouth load of spit around in his mouth just to get back the wetness at the back of his throat back. Unfortunately the feeling didn't last very long.

"Any questions," He reluctantly asked.

"Yeah, I got one," Ra announced shooting his hand up in the air.

Casper cringed on the inside…this was going to be embarrassing, but still he had to answering, he was being graded on all parts of the assignment. This included questions.

"Yes?"

"So with the whole materialized thing…does that mean you can receive oral sex or what?"

Casper's face managed to turn an even deeper red at that moment. He took a quick look out at the class…his classmates her starting to snicker in the crowd. He licked his lips in nervousness.

"Umm…yes, if we can manage to stay materialized."

"Now what the hell is that supposed to mean," Thatch groaned out waiting on end for the end of the period.

"Well, uhhh…how can I put this?"

"Just spit it out Casper," Ra encouraged before then flashing a wink at Harpie from across the room who merely giggled in response.

"Okay, umm when a ghost materializes, they don't need to focus on it but it needs some bodily control, so when a surge of emotion or a jolt to our nervous system happens. Sometimes we can lose control of the materialization."

"So if you orgasm, then you might lose control on your materializing powers," Wolfy asked with a bit of a twisted look plastered on his face.

Casper bit down onto his lip once more, "Possibly, and if a ghost does lose control they would be able to re-materialize again right after the orgasm had ended."

"Alright, that's enough questions," Professor Burns said rubbing at his temples, after all he did have to put up with three more days of projects from hormone crazed teenagers. His headache was perfectly understandable really, "Nice job Casper. You and Tri-Cyclopes were the only ones so far who wrote more than a sentence on the scientific portion of breeding. Let that all be a lesson to you, when I assign a report, I want most of it to be on the science of the subject, as this is science class! All right class dismissed…go have lunch."

Everyone rushed out from the class like a flash flood leaving only a few students left to gather their belongings.

Casper and Ra stood at the exit and looked back at the young zombie still collecting her things.

"Mantha, are you coming," Ra asked in a slouch.

"I'll catch up," she answered, "Just save me a seat okay?"

"Got'cha," He answered before he and Casper headed out the door. Mantha slowly collected her things, her eyes flashing toward the door every time someone left.

"Mantha, could you lock the door when you leave," she heard her science teacher asked as he made his own way through the maze of desks to the door, "You remember how, don't you?"

"Yes sir," she answered watching him while he exited before going back to putting away the final few object left to enter her bag.

"Guess it's just you and me zombie," a voice swooned from behind.

She groaned and turned to face the only other student left in the room.

"What the fuck do you want bat-boy," she slurred turning back to her bag.

"Well I think it would be obvious," Thatch said smoothly as he walked over and leaned over the other side of her desk. She glanced up at him and chuckled.

"You're pathetic, Thatch."

"I suspected that would be your reaction, but maybe a bit of a proper deal would work better for you?"

"Not listening," she mumbled zipping up her backpack.

"Oh but I think you will. Be my girlfriend-"

"Not happening."

"Let me finish," He growled blocking the exit.

Mantha glared at him, "You don't scare me."

"Now listen zombie, be my girlfriend and I won't get your little friends kicked out of scare school better yet, I won't send them to the infirmary permanently."

"Oh yeah because all your lets get Casper and Ra kicked out of scare school plans have totally worked before. Now get out of my way!"

"True my other plans have not worked out the way I have wished," he spoke while pulling at the collar of his shirt, "But I have a much better one this time."

"Oh yes I'm sure," she mumbled sarcastically while trying to make her way around the creature blocking her path, but when she couldn't she stopped and glared at him once more, "Why do you want me anyway?"

"Well, let's just say I know why you wear over sized shirts all the time," He chuckled quickly before taking a knowing glance down at her chest.

Mantha turned red with rage and embarrassment, "You are a pervert, and I am leaving now."

Thatch blocked her exit once again, moving with her as to make sure she couldn't get out. This was really starting to piss her off now. With her hands curled up into fists, she licked up lips angrily.

"Dummy Girl told me," He continued, "She is your roommate after all. She told me everything she knows about you. Everything down from your favourite band to your favourite bra."

Mantha gasped and chocked on her spit at the last sentence. With a brightly flushed face she attempted to push Thatch out of the way, but with no avail.

"Think about my proposition Mantha. I need someone to hmm… squeeze, and you need your friends not hurt and in constant pain," he told her confidently in the most arousing tone he could muster before finally stepping out of the way to let her pass. Mantha practically made a run for it before Thatch's repulsive voice stopped her once again.

"You know, I never took you for the lace type."

And he brought back his hand and slapped her right on the behind as he walked by.

That was it.

Before Thatch had a chance to get to far away she grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the floor. At first he was a bit taken back at her forwardness at the moment but soon adjusted to his new position on the ground.

"If you want to top, that's all right with me."

"No, stop, just stop. And now I have a proposition for you, don't talk, touch and look at me ever again and maybe I won't end your family's blood line," She spat placing one of her heels on his groin for reassurance.

Thatch's eyes furrowed, "You don't want to play this game zombie. You will either join me, or your friends will vanish."

She pushed her foot down a little harder before she harshly muttered, "Try me."

"I think I will."

She growled removing her foot from his groin and walking down the hall without another word; violently tugging at her hair as she fixed her ponytail, leaving Thatch on the ground to wallow.

"This is going to be fun," he purred to himself with a hoarse chuckle, "Yes, very fun."

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Okay, that ended up way longer than expected, and Thatch fans don't kill me please! I am actually a huge Thatch fans, but I also know he's a major jerk too boot. Oh well R & R pleas and nothing bad. It's not appreciated or welcome!