Maryann stared with tired eyes at her chemistry teacher and yawned, her body aching from the night before. It had been a long one seeing as how it was a full moon and someone decided to let his anger get the best of him. He was such a peach when he turned, that Jase, and never did he let anything stabilize him, like he wanted to go wolf and rip everyone he loved - if he's even capable of that - to tiny bits and pieces. He almost tore her up the night before, howling and growling, but instead left her with a bruised right thigh. It was so dark a purple that it seemed more black than anything and it was swollen on top of it, hurting when she moved even the slightest bit.

She looked down at her covered thigh, wondering why Jase was such a violent bastard and what she did to deserve it…

He was particularly irritated when he walked in the door that night, practically fuming, his eyes glowing a faint red. He dropped the plastic bags he had carried in and slammed the door behind him, his movements quick and fueled by whatever had been bothering him, something Maryann hardly wondered about these days. She watched him trudge into the living room where she was reading and finally collapse into the love seat opposite of her, a long, agitated breath leaving him. He glared at the ceiling, eyes glowing.

She wondered if it would be a good idea to tell him, seeing as how he was so easily ticked off. Her belly had upset the last few days and she'd been keeping it from him, putting all her effort into making sure he didn't know. She knew he'd abandon her, leave her alone to carry his potentially violent spawn, and she knew exactly what the little thing would become: A monster, just like him. Twisted by the hate and lack of responsibility its stupid and abusive father had left for it. She frowned deeply, knowing all too well that the baby would grow up both without a father and swimming in its own resentment, forced to live with the fact its own father abandoned it and gave it a curse that would leave people hunting it and hating it. It made her blood boil.

"Aren't you going to ask what's wrong?" Jase so kindly ground out, his eyebrows furrowing with further malcontent.

Personally, she couldn't give a flying fuck about how his day has gone, what his problems were, how he was feeling, because she knew exactly what he was going to do and say no matter what came to be of the entire day. It did not matter. He would look at her in scorn, scoff at her, blame her, reprimand her for things she had no part of, and in the end, he'd feel entitled. He'd hurt her for the sake of his pathetic ego, his pride, his curse. Her body became the home of a child afflicted by the same curse and he'd blame it all on her. She shot him a wicked glare.

"Frankly, Jase, I don't really care," she hissed, leaning back into the increasingly uncomfortable couch. She had to tell him, regardless of the outcome. "As you don't seem too concerned about the numerous trips I've taken to the bathroom in the last week or so."

And, boy, did he start to fume.

His face grew redder and redder and he set his jaw, digging his all-too sharp claws into the arm of the love seat.

Maryann blinked and almost let herself smirk, quickly covering the action with a frown, waiting for him to do what he so relished to do every night. He would always try to intimidate her with the claws and his stupid glowy eyes, because somehow being the alpha of his dwindling family made him that much more powerful. When that didn't work, as it never truly did, he would throw things, howl and growl, just be destructive in general. She didn't care. He was a fool, using his twisted idea of power as a tool for scaring the one girl that was hardly scared of anything. Ah, and when the destructive behavior didn't make her flinch even the slightest bit, that's when he'd lay into her. He'd throw her around like a rag doll, wrap his hands around her throat, rake his claws across her thighs or back or stomach (didn't matter to him), and even break bones. He liked that, it seemed, breaking bones.

She didn't stay with him for the sake of a partner. She stayed with him for the simple fact that he was the only person she had left. She'd grown to hate him.

"I'm pregnant, you impotent fool."

Maryann groaned softly, rubbing her thigh with slow, soothing strokes. He really did a number on her this time around. Calling him an impotent fool wasn't the best idea she could've ever had, as he'd almost tore her thigh apart. The reason he didn't, she supposed, was that she was pregnant. With his child. His legacy. She scoffed inwardly.

"Ah, Ms. Hollander, the girl who got knocked up," her chemistry teacher spat, cold and rude as usual. It stung, but that was all. "What could possibly be so interesting as to distract your tiny mind from my lesson?"

The man seriously believed that being awful to his students would have them respect him?

She took in a sharp breath, her gay-blue eyes sliding from the blackboard to meet his own brown ones. Never in her life had she allowed anyone to talk down to her, not even Jase. "With all due respect, you're not worth listening to, and attacking me in such a way proves how small-minded you are."

"With all due respect, detention until four." He eyed her with his typical stoic malcontent, his voice a fraction of an octave higher. Frustration wasn't attractive on him.

"With all due respect, fuck you," she hissed. She didn't have time for his crap.

"I could send you to the principal, give you suspension or get you expelled, detention for the rest of your high school career."

She arched an eyebrow.

"Oh? And just how effective do you think that will be when it comes to me, a pregnant girl?" A smirk appeared on her lips. "The risks you could be posing to my baby… Stress of expulsion, too-long days at school where I don't need your dwindling authority when it comes time to get the baby out, or just when I really have to pee."

He looked at her a moment, his brows slowly tilting downward. He wasn't happy about losing an argument with a student and, oh-ho, did he lose. Not brutally, not by very much, but he did and that is what irked him, got under his slimy skin.

There wasn't a single sound uttered by any of the other students.