"There you have it, folks. Collinsport High School has been cheating in the Games this entire time." Principal Bouchard announced as he made his way to the middle of the floor next to Ophelia. "With the help of a vampire nonetheless. And you should also know that this young lady right here is the one who killed those hikers a few days ago. I'd recognize those attacks and wounds anywhere. Why don't you just admit it? You're a monster. And you have everyone here under your spell!"

More students backed away from Ophelia in fear.

"Reginald, stop." Barnabas said as he took the microphone. "You are being ridiculous. My niece would never—"

"Spare me the shitty excuses, Collins!" Reginald shouted, looking at the stage. "You know the truth about her. And so does Miss Stoddard, your wife, your daughter, your psychiatrist friend, and Miss Massie Reagan. Little Massie and pretty Isabelle over there knew from the very beginning, ain't that right girls?"

"Leave my daughter and her friend out of this!" Victoria protested, stepping in front of Isabelle.

"Uh, uh…" Massie stammered as she looked at Isabelle; she was looking rather worried as well, but the young vampire said nothing.

"Enough!" Ophelia shrieked as the sun finally set. "What you say is not true! I have not been cheating, none of us have! I would never do something so dishonest."

"Don't start; you're a murderer and do you know what they do to murderers?" Reginald asked. "The penalty is DEATH."

"I shall gladly die, if it is to save my dear Uncle's beloved school and my dear friends… Provided you go along with me, Principal Bouchard, for you are no less a monster than I. Perhaps it is best of we are both destroyed." Ophelia said calmly before tightly wrapping her hand around Reginald's throat.

"Ophelia, what are you doing?!" Alex yelled.

The other students all whispered to each other as they stared at Ophelia holding Reginald's neck in her claw.

"Go on, slaughter me already." Reginald croaked. "Show them what you really are."

"No. I shall show them what we are." She whispered before brutally sinking her fangs into his neck, only to realize that his flesh is as fragile as porcelain.

After a few seconds, Reginald gruffly grabbed Ophelia by the waist and he threw her over the crowd, through a wall, and into another room like it was nothing. Everyone stared in shock, especially the Angel Prep students. What happened to their Principal?

"What did that bitch do to Mr. Bouchard?" Bridget asked.

"It's not her, it's him." Massie said into another microphone. "He's a warlock."

"Oh, so you finally figured it out, huh Massie?" Reginald asked. "I thought your little scum-sucking friend would've told you already."

"Enough!" Ophelia's voice demanded.

Everyone looked to see Ophelia climb out from the hole in the wall and back onto the floor. She and Reginald walked towards each other with dark glares plastered on their faces.

"You should've loved me, Ophelia. None of this would've ever happened if you loved me." Reginald said.

"I should've destroyed you. You and that black-hearted bitch of a sister, Angelique, have brought me and my family nothing but misery and disgrace." Ophelia replied.

"I gave you my heart!"

"You have no heart to give!"

"You're the curse! Don't you get it? Men are undone by loving you; Lowell, Professor O'Neil, and your beloved Alex."

'Beloved?' Alex thought.

"I command you to release him and my friends from your curse."

"Command? Ha! You make me sick."

"Vulgar, hideous serpent! I shall deliver you to Hell's doorstep myself!"

Reginald raised his hand above his head, which caused cages to form around every one of the students and teachers in the entire gymnasium.

"You've gone too far, Bouchard!" Adam yelled, stepping forward. "We're not scared of you!"

"Oh, but you should be." Reginald said before snapping his fingers which caused the competitors of both schools to float into the air. "You know, this school could really use a few extra DECORATIONS!"

And with another snap of his fingers, the floating Collinsport and Angel Prep students were turned into grotesque tapestries of them screaming… all except for Isabelle. Ophelia and Alex gasped as Reginald turned his head to look at Barnabas.

"Looks like it's too late for your students, Barnabas." He said, preferring to Ophelia. "But you can still save what's left of your family. Last chance: forfeit the Student Games forever and hand your niece over to me and in return, I'll turn everything back to the way it was before."

"Mr. Collins, don't do as he says! He never plays fair!" Alex yelled.

"Don't you get involved with this, Alex." Reginald said as he looked at him. "I put my faith in you. I trusted you to win the Games for me and what do you do? You go behind my back and lose like the pathetic, ridiculous little bastard you are… all for the affection of that little—"

"Leave him alone!" Ophelia shrieked as she took a stray can of spray paint and sprayed it right in Reginald's face.

"Agh! My eyes! Why would you do that?! And with spray paint?! Agh!" He screamed in pain, allowing the students' cages to vanish.

"Save yourselves, everyone! Run away while I deal with Reginald!" Ophelia commanded.

"What?! No! Ophelia, it is too dangerous!" Barnabas yelled.

"It's a suicide mission!" Alex cried.

"No, I can do this. Just leave it to me; you shall see. Reginald, try and catch me now!" Ophelia called before making her way into the hallway.

Barnabas and Alex were about to run after her to protect her, but they were quickly stopped by magical restraints around their throats; they felt like they were being choked.

"Not so fast! You two wait here!" He said. "I've got a living corpse I need to make into a pile of ashes. Julia, Baldwin!"

That was when Vice Principal Hoffman and Professor O'Neil walked up to Reginald, their eyes dark and their skin pale.

"Yes, master." They said in unison.

"Baldwin? How could you?" Barnabas asked.

"You know how your niece kept seeing the Professor every so often for a few little transfusions?" Reginald asked. "You see, Baldwin wasn't using his own blood to make her human; he was using her blood to make himself immortal… and it worked. Same thing goes for Julia over here, but you already know her story I'm sure."

"Say what?" Alex asked.

"Don't ask. Let us discuss this later." Barnabas said.

"Hopefully there is a later." Alex muttered.

"Enough talk!" Reginald said. "Julia, Baldwin, you two stay in here and guard these two pieces of shit while I deal with little Miss Ophelia. See ya real soon, fellows."

And with that, Reginald took off running through the door and down the hall in Ophelia's direction.

"Oh, what do we do? What do we do?!" Alex panicked.

"Ophelia!" Barnabas cried.

"Stay down, boys." Julia said sternly.

As Ophelia was running through the hallway, Reginald was now hot on her tail, his eyes like burning embers.

"When I get my hands on you, I'm gonna RIP YOU TO PIECES!" He screamed. "You've beaten me for the last time!"

Ophelia continued to run, desperately trying to get this monster away from her. Seeing the hallway split into two ways, she ducked into a janitor's closet and stayed quiet. When Reginald came her way, he didn't know which way to go, so he went left. Ophelia poked her head out, making sure he was gone. She sighed in relief, realizing he went left; she went right. But when she made it to the other end, she gasped to see a dead end; just a wall and a window. Then she thought of something when a random chair came into view. She picked it up and using all of her strength, she threw it at the window, shattering it open. When she looked out, she realized that it was still a dead end.

"Oh no." She whispered.

"Peek-a-boo!" A familiar taunting voice said as Ophelia felt someone grab her from behind.