I wanted to have this up a while ago but I kept getting sidetracked. Anywhore, please read and review this pretty, pretty please!

(PS. I know this is a little slow, so I'm sorry but I hope it doesn't bother you that much!)

"Chapter 4 – House of Wolves"

"You better run like the devil, 'cause they're never gonna leave you alone. You better hide up in the alley, 'cause they're never gonna find you a home. And as the blood runs down the wall, you'll see me creeping up these halls." – My Chemical Romance

When I step into the doors of Hollywood Arts, the sight amazes me. The lockers are decorated in beautiful paintings, freaky foods, and…baby bottle nipples? Gross!

My sister and I exchange a few less than friendly words before she runs off with one of her "friends" because this boy got his hair straightened or something. I sigh after her, looking at my schedule and feeling lost. I feel worse than lost! I feel…utterly alone…

Then I see a girl with an interesting jacket and deep red hair with curls at the tips. I walk up to her and try to ask her when she interrupts me. "Oh my God, you're Tori, right?" she asks. "You did really great in the big Showcase."

"Aww, thanks!"

"My name's Cat."

"Oh, like the animal!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Her sudden mood change frightens me. I didn't think it was possible to get so offended by that! Maybe she gets that a lot…

I have to think of what I could say. There was only so much you could say to a strange girl like Cat. But I finally settle on: "Nothing…I-I love cats."

Her shocked frown turns into a warm smile. "Me too!" she exclaims. "They're so cute!"

Then she walks away without another word…

God, I hope all the kids here aren't like her! Where's André when you need him?

Then there's boy with curly black hair, glasses, and a bad fashion sense walking past me with a puppet in his arms. At least the puppet has a better fashion sense than he does…

I grab his arm and catch his eye. "Hey," I start. Then he looks at me and his face fills with shock. "Hi, hello, female, yes?" he mumbles out. That's…not as weird as Cat, but still weird…

"Can you tell me where Mr. S…" I trail off because I don't know how to say the last name and I show the boy my schedule. "Sikowitz class," he informs me. He starts to give this long and drawn out speech of how to get to the class, but his puppet interrupts me and gives me a shorter version of the directions. I nod to both of them and mutter "thanks" before heading down the way the…puppet directed me.

Once in the classroom, I get distracted by the new surroundings. I set my stuff down and turn around where I bump into this really hot boy!

"Oh my gosh," I breathe as I see the coffee stain I've caused after spilling his coffee on him.

"No, it's cool," he assures me. But being me, I ignore him and roll my sleeve over my fist and try to rub it out while we try to talk over each other about what to do about the situation. When he tells me I might be making it worse and he laughs this soft, adorable chuckle, I look up and gaze into those brown pools of Persian chocolate he calls eyes.

As I look into those eyes, I feel my heart mining out of my chest and jumping onto the sleeve that's trying to clean his shirt. I lose myself in those eyes, drawing myself further into his web. I see myself in his eyes, but I don't see who I really am; I don't see a monster that could kill someone whenever she pleased. No, I see a normal teenage girl who has the potential of wanting to love this normal, insanely hot, teenage boy…

"Dude!" comes a voice from behind the boy. I look around him to see a girl dressed in all black, brown hair lighter than mine, dark makeup, and an eyebrow piercing looking at me menacingly with her hand on the door. "Why are you rubbing my boyfriend?" She holds her other hand out as she speaks to accentuate the nature of the situation.

Christ, I should have known he'd have a girlfriend. Someone this hot could never stay single for long right? I know how I could make him single though… No, Tori, bad! Don't think that way!

I try to explain what happened and she urges me to get away from him. The boy goes up to her and kisses her on the cheek, telling her to relax. Then a balding man rushes into the room and announces there's a big fire. Everyone screams then he tells us it was just to "get our blood pumping." He tells us to go to our seats and I take the empty seat by André.

He's our teacher? I thought he was a homeless guy! I gave him two dollars earlier this morning to help him out…

Then we go through the rest of the class with Mr. Sikowitz teaching us about Improv. He chooses that girl to go up—her name is Jade—and she chooses three people to be onstage with her. She also chooses me but Sikowitz says I should sit this one out so I can get a feel for how to do Improv. He says I should see how it's done before I participate.

~*I've been a bad motherfucker*~

Lucky for me, my last class before lunch is with André. He walks me out to the 'Asphalt Café' for lunch and takes me to this little food truck parked in the café so I can buy something to eat. After I buy a chicken sandwich and André buys a hotdog with fries, he leads me to a table where Cat's already sitting with that boy and his freaky puppet.

"Hi again, Tori!" Cat announces with a wide grin. She has the cutest little dimple on the side of her face! "H-hi, T-t-t-Tori," the boy stammers out. His puppet scoffs. "I'm Rex," he announces. The boy makes the puppet nod its head to him. "This stuttering loser is Robbie, but he ain't important." Robbie makes Rex's eyebrows lift twice. "I'm all you need, sweet thang."

I roll my eyes and start picking at my food.

"So Tori," André starts, "What was your old school like?" I smile widely at him and open my mouth to speak when another voice speaks.

"What is she doing here?"

I quickly turn around to see Jade and Beck walking up to us with his arm around her shoulders. There's a tan girl with long black hair and a dominate smirk plastered on her face walking with Jade and Beck as a tall white guy with short and spikey blonde hair has his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Jade takes a seat by Cat with Beck beside Jade, the blonde boy beside Beck and his girlfriend beside him next to André.

"She's our friend, Jade," André announces. "Please be nice to her." Jade laughs loudly and mockingly. "If I'm barely nice to you," she starts, "What makes you think I'll try to be nice to this loser?" She eyes me up and down with her nose turned up at me like a snooty bitch. I scoff and roll my eyes. "Don't bother," I say. I don't know if I'm directing it to André or Jade, but I don't care. "I don't want anything to do with her anyway." Guess I was talking to André.

I pick up my tray and leave the table. As I walk away, I hear André calling after me but I ignore him. I make my way to my locker as I munch, munch, munch on my chicken sandwich when someone bumps into me. Luckily, I hold my chicken sandwich tightly so it doesn't fly to the ground.

The girl who bumped into me sits on the floor with a ukulele at her side. I notice her hair is light brown and wavy, just a little longer than mine. She wears a pair of glasses and I see a little heart-shaped birthmark on the part of her hip that isn't covered by her ridiculously short shirt. How is that appropriate?

"Liss?" I call to her. The girl looks up at me and I catch those familiar blue eyes. She smiles widely at me. "Vicky!" she exclaims loudly. She jumps up from the floor and hugs me tightly. I laugh and hug her back, making sure I don't get her long hair in my sandwich. "What are you doing here?" she questions. "I…go to school here," I announce. Alyssa screams in enjoyment and starts jumping up and down.

"Alyssa, hurry up!" another girl calls out. "Stop hugging that girl and let's go!" I turn around to see a girl with deep auburn hair that falls slightly past her shoulders walk up to me and my cousin. She's as tall as me and she's got fierce green eyes. I think Jade's eyes are green or something, but then again I don't care. She also has a bunch of freckles on her face, the girl not Jade.

When she sees me, her eyes widen and she rushes up to me. She places her hands on my face and starts feeling it. "Who's your friend, Alyssa?" she asks as she feels my nose and runs her fingers over my lips. "She's got a beautiful facial structure that I'd love to capture in a sculpture!" I look at her with wide, confused eyes. "How about: who are you and why are you feeling my face?" I throw out.

Alyssa gasps and pushes between me and this weird girl. "I'm so rude!" she exclaims. She pulls the girl's hands from my face and looks her in the eye. "Marley," she starts, "This is my cousin, Tori Vega. She just started going to school here!" She turns to me with her wide smile on her face. "And, Tori," she continues, "This is my friend Marley Scarrow." She laughs softly and gently nods her head from side to side. "She was touching your face because she's an artist."

Marley pushes past Alyssa and goes back to feeling my face with an inquisitive stare. "I see something inside you," she states. "It's…it's something dark and I'd love to capture it in a sculpture, maybe a painting!" I raise an eyebrow at her. I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult. "Thank…you?"

Before I close my mouth, Marley shoves her finger in it feeling my tongue. It freaks me out and I accidently bite her finger. She screams and snatches her finger from me. Then she starts holding her head and staggers back and forth. "I feel…dizzy," she says in a daze. Alyssa rushes to her and places her hands on Marley's shoulders. "Do you want me to take you to the nurse?" she questions. Marley opens her mouth to answer, but then she passes out.

Alyssa screams and I gasp.

~*I've been a bad motherfucker*~

Alyssa and I carry Marley to the nurse and—lucky for me—she only fainted. I should have been more careful. I can't take someone's life force in the middle of school! But man, it tasted good… Maybe I should start biting people's fingers. Sure I don't get a lot out of it, but it doesn't kill anyone and I don't have to look for more places to hide the bodies.

But I don't get a lot out of it.

So you know what? I'll keep killing people. I get so much out of it and I don't want to cheat myself out of the euphoria.

Marley wakes up in the nurse's office and doesn't remember what happened. All she remembers was feeling my face and passing out. She doesn't remember me biting her at all. When the nurse says she's okay, we lead her back to the Asphalt Café so she can get some fresh air.

"Hey, Tori," André calls out to me. I look up to see him running up to me and my cousin with Cat and Robbie behind him. "Where'd you go earlier?" I shrug. "I was just walking and I bumped into my cousin," I answer as I gesture to Alyssa. "Then she introduced me to her friend who felt my face and fainted."

"My brother scared me so bad this one time that I fainted!" Cat exclaims in her high pitched voice with a bright grin. Then it lowers into a thinking frown. "Oh wait," she corrects, "He hit me with one of those big spoons that you scoop soup with and knocked me out."

The five of us just stare at her with confused glances as she wears her thinking frown for a moment longer. Then she starts smiling again as she sways back and forth looking at her little pink fingernails.

"So anyway," Robbie starts awkwardly, "There's gonna be a party tonight. Wanna come?" A party? That'll be amazing! There are always hundreds of people at parties. I'll be able to get at least fifteen people alone and steal away their precious lives. There is bound to be thousands of places I can get them alone and hide the bodies afterward! I can't wait!

"I'd love to go!" I announce with a wide smile. "Where's it gonna be?" Robbie nervously hides behind Cat, refusing to say anything else. "Adrian Mars is throwing it," she answers for him. "She always throws great parties!"

Then that girl with the long black hair, deep hazel eyes, and dominate smirk comes walking up to us. "Sorry Cat," she announces, glaring at me while I talk. "But I only have but so high of a loser tolerance for my parties, and since I have to invite Robbie, Tori can't come."

I roll my eyes. "Like I'd want to be around a pompous brat like you," I spit. I wasn't going for that particular b word, but I have to tone things down for my cousin. She's only fourteen!

Adrian laughs lightly, an annoying sound worse than Mira's old laugh. "It's funny how you think I actually care what you think," she says. "I've got better things to do with my life." She flips her hair and walks away without another word.

Day one and I already have two enemies. It'll be fun getting rid of them.

~*I've been a bad motherfucker*~

After school, André drives me back home because I'd hate to ride with Trina again. My sister's…alright I guess, but she's a horrible driver. I feel like I'm gonna die every time I get into the passenger's seat!

Anyway, on the way home, André strikes up a conversation.

"I think you should crash Adrian's party," he tells me. I look to him in shock. "What?" I question. "Why would I want to do that?" He chuckles softly. "Well why wouldn't you?" he asks coolly. "We all know Adrian's…not a nice girl; she and Jade practically own the school by being all…snarky with their cold glares and the long hair and the scowls and smirks and…"

"Where are you going with this?" I interrupt. "You're not telling me anything new here."

André laughs softly and nods. "Sorry," he apologizes, "Sometimes I get carried away. What I'm trying to say is that she thinks she can do whatever she wants. But if you go to that party then everyone will see that her power is slipping. Everyone knows that Jade doesn't like you and if Jade doesn't like you then Adrian doesn't like you."

I scoff with a roll of my eyes. "I didn't peg you for someone who liked gossip like that," I admit. "I'm not," André laughs out, "But Cat gossips like crazy and Robbie and I are usually there to listen to it." I smile lightly. "Speaking of Cat and Robbie," I begin, "Are they dating?"

"Nah, they like each other but she thinks he doesn't like her that way and he's too chicken to ask her out."

I smirk to myself. He does seem like the shy type; I'm sure I could get them together…if I don't want them. Cat's pretty bubbly and full of life, so I'm sure she'll keep me pleased for a week.

Wait, no! Stop it, Tori. You're not gonna hurt Cat no matter how bubbly and full of life she is!

"I'll think about going," I tell André as he pulls into my drive-way. "But I highly doubt it. I'm not big on confrontations." God, I'm a liar. I'm starting to love confrontations, especially when they get me and the other person alone and I can have fun!

"I'll pick you up at eight," André tells me as I step through my doorway. I open my mouth to protest when he slams the door in my face. With a sigh, I go to the couch and fall onto it and stare at the ceiling.

As soon as I pick up the remote to turn on the TV, my door slams open and Anora skates in. "Hey, Bitch Tits," she shouts as she skates into the kitchen area. She hops off my skateboard and starts raiding my fridge.

"I asked you not to call me that," I announce as I sit up. "Please don't shout it either; my little sister's upstairs with Trina." Anora laughs loudly as she pulls a Raspberry Fairy soda from the fridge and kicks the door shut. "Franny Fanny what's up?" she yells up the stairs. My little sister, Francesca, screams in excitement and rushes down the hall, sliding down the railing once she reaches the top of the stairs.

"Annie Nanny!" she exclaims as she rushes up to Anora and hugs her tightly. "I missed you!" Francesca's been really sick lately—they said she had cancer—so she spent a long while with my Aunt in Mission Viejo, which is an hour away, until she got better. She's cancer free and she's only ten. That's something, huh?

We don't know if she's like me and my mom or like Trina and my dad.

"I missed you too, Sugar Bug," Anora announces. "I'm glad you're all better now!" Francesca smiles widely and jumps up and down. "I'm glad I'm better too!" she announces. Anora picks Francesca up and looks to me. "So how was your first day at your fancy art school, Bi-Big Girl?" she questions. Nice save.

I laugh softly at her and shrug. "It was okay I guess," I tell her. "I met a lot of really…weird people. You know André, the guy you won't let me introduce you to?" She nods. "I don't want you to set me up with anyone," she tells me. I roll my eyes. "I'm not trying to set you up with him Anora!" I insist. I shake away this conversation. "Anyway," I continue, "He's coming over later and is dragging me to a party so I can crash it."

Anora's eyes light up in curiosity. "Crashing?" she repeats as she bounces Francesca on her hip. "Why would you be crashing?" I sigh and rub my arms gently. "The girl having it is friends with this girl that doesn't like me," I explain. "So she hates me by association." Anora smiles wickedly. "Sounds like fun," she says. "If I let you introduce me to your friend, can I crash with you?"

I sigh again. "It'd be nice if I had someone I knew personally with me," I admit. Anora pulls me close to her into a big hug that ends up squishing Francesca. "Can't breathe!" she squeaks out. "Let me out!"

Anora and I laugh loudly and she puts my little sister down. Then she grabs my wrist and starts pulling me upstairs, Francesca right behind us. "Let's find some good clothes to crash a party in!"