The day I was mad!

About nine months before:

It was a normal day. I woke up, ignored the smiling demon, and got ready for school, (a little akward when I need to change, but he normally leaves the room...normally!) ate breakfast with my mom (my dad left before I was born. Unlucky bastard didn't know we would get rich two years later), and went to my bus stop. All the way through he discussed about how ghouls were so simple to execute, somewhat interested I did listen but showed no signs of response. I got on my bus, 6:53, thirteen minutes late...again! Then sat down nest to Betty, listening to the both of their chitter chatter, responding to Betty, ignoring him.

After thirty minutes on the bus, Alucard randomly slapped my face. Of course like a normal person, my face turned and there was a painful red mark. Betty's eyes widened and so did mine. Alucard might have done some hurtful torments, but indiscriminately slapping me across the face! That was so out of character for him.

"Only pay attention to me," he ordered, the hellhound snarls saturate his voice.

Instead of replying or showing any signs of him, I just looked at Betty and smiled.

"My acting skills are improving? No?" I asked, putting on a fake smile and laugh.

"That was acting? I thought someone actually slapped you! How did you get your face to go red, like that?" She questioned, amazed.

The conversation went on but all I could pay attention to was Alucard's snarls and what he said.

"You WILL regret that," he stated, hatred filling his voice and pouring fear throughout me.

Finally we got off the bus and at the academy, we entered the front doors, Alucard growling and snarling all the way. I strolled down the hallways until meeting I was meet by my full-size, ugly blue locker. Luckily the inside was nice; with my mirror and organized books...well that's what I thought until I opened it.

Everything was blood red, and there in the middle of my blood filled locker was my dead, freshly bleeding kitten. I was paralyzed, wide eyed and grapping mouthed. Until finally I heard a scream, which I realized was mine. Betty had already gone to get a teacher, and when they came back, they came back to a crying, screaming Krystal.

"Krystal, calm down," Betty whispered softly," you don't want to make a scene."

"Betty! Like I give a fuck about what others are thinking right now! Right now there is a dead kitten in my locker, and it's MY kitten! Can you fucken explain to me how MY kitten, that was perfectly happy and drinking milk this morning is now dead in MY god damn locker?" I shouted in her face, making her flinch.

Finally I heard it, the sound of hell itself: Alucard's laughter. It was an awful sound that made me realize, maybe this is all an illusion. I looked up at Betty hopefully. Sadly that hope was dashed when the professor, spoke.

"The school will get you a new locker and I'll call your mother to confirm that this is your cat. Don't worry, we will find the culprit responsible for this," he pronounced, making me fall to my knees.

"Didn't I tell you, you would pay," Alucard breathed in my ear.

"I'll take her to the nurse's office to lie down," Betty informed the teacher.

Betty pick me up, being stronger than her petite frame let people believe, and dragged me to the office. All the way people gave me apologetic looks and murmured sorrys, Alucard still laughing and marching beside me, unnoticed by the others.

Finally I was laying in one of those uncomfortable white beds, in the nurse's office, trying to breathe while gazing and trying to concentrate on the white flaky ceiling.

"Don't cry too much. It wasn't your kitten, just a stray that resembled yours," Alucard announced, still giggling.

"Shut the fuck up," I ordered, my temper taking over my sanity.

"And she finally speaks to me," he stated, his smile growing unnaturally large.

"Leave me alone, you stress made hallucination," I almost shouted.

"I'm not some hallucination and you know that," he argued his tone a mix of pride and anger.

"You're not real, never will be, and never were real!" I informed, sitting up on the bed and showing him my cold black-gray eyes, friends tell me when I'm mad my eyes turn black.

"I'll prove you wrong! But not now, it'll be a surprise for later," he announced, fading away like mist.

I let out a frustrated scream, making the nurse barge into the room.

"Is everything already?" She asked concern thick in her voice.

"Sorry. I'm just frustrated that this happened to me and trying to think who would have done this kind of action," I lied, trying to slow down my breathing.

"Okay," she responded unsurely, before we went through a check up.

After missing art class I went to History. No Alucard!

Math class- No Alucard, stressed!

French class- No Alucard, less stressed.

Lunch time- Peaceful but the aura of the morning still hanging in the air.

English class- That's where the trouble started.

Sadly Alucard had returned!

He looked like a child ready for their prey to sit on the whoopy cushion. It made me question what he was up to.

I sat down in my seat (surprised to hear no farting sounds) next to Adam, a good friend of mine. He flashed me one of his famous cutie smiles, as if he knew where the portal to Narnia was.

"What's the great news" I demanded, knowing he had something juicy on his mind.

"Guess who's going to the dance with Jessica!" He giggled, all sparkly like one of those twilight vampires.

"No way...wait bitchy Jessy? Adam you know she's trouble," I groaned.

"But she's SOO HAWT," he whined.

I let out a giggle and shook my head in fake disapproval.

"Do boys ever change?" I asked, giving him an eye roll.

"Nope," he chirped, the bell ringing and the teacher entering the class room.

When the teacher, Madame Poe (Not E.A Poe related...sadly) started her lecture on Shake Spear (already memorized his three most famous plays), Alucard got close, his breathe hitting my neck. I tried to ignore it, but it got harder when his hands got on me. The slide down my shoulders and arms, his hands covering mine, then they went on my shoulders again but this time went down my back. I shivered, wondering why I could feel him in the first place. Am I that stressed?

His hands soon got to my lower back, going along the exposed skin. Luckily I was sitting so he couldn't go any further, but that didn't stop his hands from travelling to my thighs then my "area." It was like his hands were going through my jeans. I almost cried when his finger hit my clitoris. A sweat drop ran down the side of my face as I tried to explain this to myself. Was I trying to fuck myself? I glanced at Adam, he didn't look grossed or in any way strange, like he would if I was doing this to myself.

"Only pay attention to me! Whore!" Alucard ordered, his voice pure control.

That's when I lost it!

I stood up making my chair fall, the class chocked, I looked at Alucard and completely forgot I was in a public place.

"Who the FUCK do you think you are? Just stop tormenting me and get a life of your own," I screamed, throwing a book at him.

Sadly the book went through him and hit a girl in the row behind me. My face was pure surprise and shame as reality set back into place. I was in school! And I just shouted at a person that wasn't real.

I tried to think of an excuse, anything to explain...nothing cam. So all I did was say sorry to the class and run out of the room.

For the week after that I ate alone and was known as a nut case.