Family chapter 13

Bell pov

The boat ride to Mrs R's place was great. Not that we said a lot. All of us were to occupied with our own thoughts.

Even though we would be part of Scorpia we would be our own people. Mrs R had firmly drilled that into us. She insisted that we chose our own name and so on.

I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts I barely noticed that we had arrived. Everyone quickly put on graduation robes and hats. With determination we walked in.

Gosh. The best in the business were here. Potential buyers and tons of very important people. The room radiated expensive. From the people to the food served.

Mrs R came forward to great us, " Hello children and congratulations on being a part of Scorpia." In a very loud voice. She motioned for us to forward and mingle before she called us back to display us.

The guys left us on our own. Heading straight to the food table. Jermina and Alan grabbed alcoholic drinks from the waiter that just flew by. I meanwhile settled for flavored water. It was a sparkling brand and tasted like berries.

It was then that I saw him. Remember I mentioned my first kiss. Well the prick walking towards me was the guy. Turning around only to find out Alan and Jermina had left me.

I should probably tell you about Viktor. He was a mixture of so many cultures and quite handsome. Pale skin, dark hair and a slut. I still remember it.

Flashback

We had decided to go to one of those all age nightclubs since I was too young to go to any other and I didn't want to do the fake id thing.

All the others were on the dance floor or doing whatever they do. Sitting alone at the bar I was nursing my drink. Yes, it was some sort of strong alcohol.

I didn't feel comfortable with anything. The skin tight corset midnight blue, with fishnet stockings and black shorts that reached mid thigh and black heeled boots. The place reeked of rich kids. Though it seemed as if everyone was sort of the same there were tiny differences.

Designer brands of clothing. The latest cell phone being whipped out. The bribes paid to bartenders for drinks. The prices of drugs here made me feint. This was a play ground for rich kids.

Just wanting to finish my drink and go home I gulped it all down. It tasted disgusting. All I wanted to do was to go home.

No luck in that department, for as soon as I finished the vile stuff I felt light headed. A hand was on top of mine pulling me towards the dance floor.

Alcohol and me clearly do not mix. Whoever was dancing with me started kissing me. My head was fuzzy. One minute his lips were on mine, a moment later his hands started roaming. A minute later he was being ripped off my body.

All I remember after that was going home and drinking a weird drink that took away the fuzziness. I passed out.

The very first thing I did the next morning was find him. Shit was the only word that came to my head. I just kissed Viktor Armani. Future inheritor of the Armani brand fortune. He was a poster bad boy, jock and complete womanizer. Think Sirius Black in Harry Potter.

He had a different girl wrapped around his finger every week. No girlfriend of his had last more than a week.

End flashback

Before he could even get to me. One of the waiters tapped my shoulder as an indicator to get dressed. Quickly walking away into a dressing room I changed into a skin tight combat outfit.

It was black with an x stitch pattern in white. Taking my hair out, I plaited it. Swapping my earrings for silver studs. I equipped myself with my exhibition weapon, a pair of white fans. They had really grown on to me.

I amped them too. They were now bullet proof. Razor sharp edges and miniature bombs were in it. I was the last exhibition.

As soon as I heard a buzzer I came on. I felt the attack before I even saw it. I was being attacked. I ducked a punch and crouched down low and swept him off his feet. I felt a dagger at my throat, I flipped over and knocked him unconscious. A spray of bullets I dodged and flicked my fans only grazing the skin of the snipers. They howled in pain and let go of their guns. Flicking the fans in the air for a finale. They made a perfect arch before I caught them with a low crouch, my hands crossing over each other waving the fans lightly.

" This is X our youngest graduate yet." Mrs R said as a round of applause was heard across the room.

I walked over to everyone else on the stage. They were all holding ancient weapons. The glass dome that had shielded the audience retracted. We all walked forward just like we practiced and bowed.

The crowd came forward. That moment defined my life. I was happy to be what I am.

Then he came over ruining that moment. He kissed me on the cheek and handed me a book.

The cover read, ' A legacy: The Dimitriv Dynasty'

A/N: There you have the second part. This is dedicated to The Jet for always boosting me and helping me write with all those great ideas and suggestions. Thank to all of you who read, reviewed, alerted and favorite. Bye for now.