He laughed a laugh that was born in the deep of his throat, his hatred of the one who had killed his brother and the disgust of defeat the four kingdoms had brought in the past. The Baron had married Queen Francesca, and orchestrated her death, and became ruler of the kingdom. He betrayed the four kingdoms as the war of the four warlords was ending. …and as his brother attacked Academy City, Anastasia took back the kingdom, barely spilling a drop of blood. Queen Francesca was alive…and all the people of the kingdom, wailed in delight, fell to their knees and cried. Caring nothing, as his brother was killed in Academy City.


Mikoto Misaka is Anastasia's bonded mate. An incredible stroke of luck. She would do anything for her, anything at all. A bonded mate was forever. Until one or both died. They were predators who mated for life.

He smiled hard, his eyes glistening, reveling in this moment. all of that was about to be revenged. His chest hurt, his sides hurt from laughter. He wiped the tears of joy from his eyes, pulled his lower lip into his mouth, tasting his and their blood. Shook his head, wiped his mouth clean. it was then blackness suddenly sealed his eyes, a heavy thud struck the side of his head. he felt himself falling, tumbling and slam against something.

Ouch!, bring his hand up to the side of his head, Did I miss one…taking a breath, rose from the floor, that was a good one…a little stronger than the others…but still…he cocked his head, glared at the young girl standing alone close to where he'd been, wearing a tokiwadai school uniform. Glaring at him, with her hands balled into a fist.

And you are...he asked.

I'm the one kicking you ass…. Jerk…! The little girl yelled, letting out a harsh growl. He fretted his brow in a what expression of surprise and well….is she serious?

It was almost comedic, the situation. But he shrugged it off…he'd gotten to comfortable. And you! She turned her head, yelled down the hallway…I am pissed, and you are and will be grounded…. all of you…. echoed.


What the…. He stared in dismay, eyes quivering at the sight of a young girl. A young girl no bigger than the ones he used and threw away. this was the young queen who'd defeated his brother. This was the young girl who was Anastasia bonded mate. This was the one…who was making him laugh.

No, no, no…closing his eyes, shaking his head. you…you're not the one who…defeated my brother…who…. he stopped short before finishing his statement, feeling almost sick.

Huh? She said innocently, cocked her head, fretted her brow tightly, who?

What do you mean who? Cornelius gritted his teeth, who? He whispered. His throat tightened, bile burned the back of this throat, who…you killed someone and don't even….

He watched her, putting her finger to her mouth, tilted her head, thought for a moment. looking almost innocent.

Like I care…Mikoto said indifferently, leaned her head to the other side. Her red eyes stilled and cold, her mouth nothing but a straight line. The innocent young girl slipped away. all I know is you came here and hurt my friends. She took a step, for what…. another step…hmmm…. what makes you think…. she said, tch who cares…you're the bad guy.

He charged toward the young girl wearing the uniform of Tokiwadai, and they fought.


He was, is a large formidable wild beast. He stood nearly six foot six, chest wide and strong, arms thick as small tree trunks and legs sturdy. He swung, she dodged then attacked. Tired from the previous attacks. First the horde of vampires on the floor above. The pushed forward in their battle, hoping to make it to the next level and from there to the passage to the sewers. They charged, swarmed and sacrificed themselves taking his comrade with them. Those were weaker than the ones in the lower level. And he knew why now. the alphas on the lower level surpassed the alpha classification, and he knew why.


Speed and strength, quickness and surprise, a well-executed surprise attack. The others fell. The alphas didn't. yes, he'd torn them into pieces. But they scurried like rats putting themselves back together. If he had recognized it earlier, he would've retreated to the outside of the school, his comrades would still be alive.

Hellions…that is what they were. A classification of vampire. Elites with the strength, not of an alpha but a queen. basically, they could be called princesses. And the only two ways alphas became Hellions was battle experience. Which took time. Or they shared the blood of the Queen within them. she, the queen fed off them and they fed off her. but he could tell both rules applied here. They were battle tested, and the queens blood flowed through them.

that one. Emelia, he knew, was the leader of the house. The one who advised the queen. she had to have been given to Mikoto Misaka by Anastasia. To protect and guide her. something she'd learned from her mother, the great Queen Tatiana. She herself had a thousand hellions under her command.

It all made sense now, he had to finish quickly, or death would come painfully slow. Even as he fought her, Mikoto Misaka, he could hear the sickening wet sounds of them in the darkness as their bodies mended themselves.


With the smell of animal, decaying flesh, the stench of blood and entrails glistening along the floor. Cornelius backed against the wall, breathing hard, bared his teeth, enraged at the audacity of this little girl standing before him. You're a little bitch that will serve me well…he growled, a horrible sound rose from his throat, they served me as a warmup, pointing down the hallway, the others were nothing. A horrible smile inched across his face. He smirked, I didn't realize it. But it's very clever, sharing your blood with them. he felt his blood burning, his chest grow with each hot breath, revenge would be his, his eyes shone evil, his face, his violent intent.

Ahhh…I have no idea what you're talking about... Mikoto shrugged her tired shoulders, dragged her arm across her mouth…Jerk!

Cornelius fretted his brow at her response. how could she not know…how. Why is this so frustrating. How did my brother…? He shook his head as a heavy smile spread across his face.

But I am not worried, his chest shook with laughter, wiping the spit from this mouth, I am built to kill queens…so this is nothing little girl…I've taken many a queen, buried myself deep inside them, ripped the flesh from their backs. Over and over until they begged me for death. And when I promised them death if they…. his words dripped with malice…. i would have them be taken, tied to the rape stands, their mouths held opened and we stuffed our cocks from both sides until they wept. Nothing like the taste of one's seed, smothered in shit and blood. A look of euphoria gleamed in his eyes. that is, your fate…he nodded, yours and Anastasia's…both will feel it…he smiled maliciously, bonded mates…. he whispered.


She was tired, her body slumped over. Red eyes glistening underneath heavy eyelids, each breath more of a burden. Her arms weighted, almost too heavy to swing. But she kept going. The images of them fluttering and floating around her, hearing their voices, remembering their laughing faces drove her forward beyond her skills. Sweat dripped, stinging her eyes, struggled to talk, youre pretty sick and pathetic…picking on little girls…. she labored to speak, to breath. shaking her head, she wavered. She'd never been taking this far. Even training with Emilia and Anastasia, it felt like maybe they were holding back…but this….one. why was she having so much trouble defeating him.

Why…she hit him. He'd hit her, wounds healed, and they repeated. Why…hello? are you in there…she asked, wiping the sweat from her eyes. need a little help. I guess?


The floor cracked, explode underneath her foot, leapt into the air with her fist drawn back like an arrow in a bow. Cornelius, grinned, ducked underneath her, snatched her ankles and slammed her back first into the floor. The floor bent and broke underneath the force of her slender body, her breath exploded, in a mix of air, blood and spit. Her body went numb, her eyes blanked out. and she gasped a horrible wet breath.

So, what do you think now…. he spun around slammed her against the wall, then the floor and against the wall again. Not so tough now, little bitch…he laughed, raised his arm, her body followed like a fish on a line. She hit the ceiling tiles. He snatched her body at its highest arc and slammed her down on the floor in front of him. He let her go, her body bounced up like a broken doll and he snatched her wrists, held her up like a prize.

Hey? he shook her softly, hey…you still there, bringing her closer. He cocked his head looking at her curiously, sniffed her, how could someone like you beat my brother…someone so weak and nearly nothing. He sniffed her again. The tip of his nose slipped along her chin, to her ear, into her hair. I don't understand…he said, twisting her around like meat on a hook. Hello…he said, with a little harder of a shake.

Mikoto groaned, her eyelids fluttered heavily, he smiled, good thing you're a vampire…he leaned his head to the other side. I could kill you, fuck you, kill you again, fuck you while I kill you, he licked his lips, Or not….

He took his free hand, brought it to her chest. You look a little warm. How about….

He stuck his nail into her chest and slowly pulled it down. The fabric and her flesh opened like a zipper. Mikoto's eyes and mouth open wide, spittle clung to her teeth, from the tips of her fangs, screamed in pain.

His nail cut through the fabric of what remained of her tokiwadai uniform, through her white bra with a little blue flower in the middle, pierced bone, down her belly, to the edge of the skirt and down. The skirt fluttered to the floor, her sweater and blouse opened wide. The soft white skin of the breasts and belly glistened with sweat and blood. Her small breast rose and fell with each breath, as the deep red line that split her body slowly healed.

She coughed and gasped, spittle and blood dripped from her mouth, her head hung down. Jerk barely made it beyond her mouth.

A little smaller than I'm use too. He said putting his hand on her right breast, not as soft…he said, jabbing his fingernail into her skin. She raised her head, screamed in agony. a deep red line split her white belly again.

This is what I like…he said joyfully, drawing his fingernail down her belly, to her waist to the edge of her shorts. He grinned, looking at her shorts, don't worry you'll get use to wearing nothing, with that he slipped his finger underneath the fabric and yanked them off, letting them fall near his boots.

She hung like a naked piece of meat, swaying underneath his hand. The look in his eyes, expression of his face glowed sadistically, as he placed his hand just below her waist, running his thumb round and round getting lower and lower.

Jerk…he heard her speak in a tired voice. his thick tongue slipped between his heavy lips like a mollusk crawling along the seabed, then his head snapped back, the sound of breaking of bone, twisting flesh and tearing of tendons. She kicked him, like a gymnast on the rings or parallel bars. She somersaulted, her wrist breaking in his hands.

Bitch! He screamed, spun her around over his head and threw her naked body down the hallway. She smashed through the ceiling, the fire suppression system exploded covering everything in a cold wet foam and fog. She hit, bounced off the wall and skidded on the floor. Crap…she groaned and shook. with a heavy painful inhale.


She opened her eyes, looked up at the shattered remnants of the ceiling. chunks of flesh hung across blood stain pipes and beams. Another breath, she smelled them, and she smiled. Turned her head, looked down the other hallway. They were there, working together, putting themselves together. Stay down…she heard her growl.

Emelia glared at her, point angrily at her…why are you here…. she said, holding her hips to her waist, wet sticky strands of flesh, melded itself together. Angela, Samantha and the others.

Where's my arm…she heard one of them say. Up his ass, I think. Another whispered. Tears rolled down her cheek. A heavy pissed off breath, Emilia motioned her head, once you're ready, get out of here…now…

Mikoto Misaka, tears rolling, sniffed, I can't feel her…she said. Emelia tilted her head, her stern expression softened like a mother telling a child. She's always there. She maybe tired but she's there.

Hmmm…. Mikoto turned her head, looked back up to the ceiling, fretted her brow noticing she felt a little colder than usual. She raised her head, looked over her body, her eyes popped, I…I…I…where are mmmyyy clllothes…. she said.

Don't worry she heard one of the speak, we've seen you naked

Shut…sshut uup! Angela…her mouth trembled, somethings wrong….is ththtat mmy buttt….?

She was broken twisted, she lay on her back, her hips turned the wrong way. Yes, it is…Emelia said with a grin. It's a pretty nice butt as butts go

Mikoto blushed, stuttered bbbuuttt

It my turn to shine…she heard a faint tired whisper inside. And with it a large rush of pain. Crapppp! Her hips twisted and what was in front went back to behind. But the hallway echoed with a painful cry…I hate you…. Little misaka!