Eldrich
"Get out." The succubus wrapped around my cock stopped her spirited efforts to get me off. I wasn't feeling her ministrations anymore. She was way too busty. Death forbid she slaps a tooth out.
She had her mouth open, and her glowing green eyes told me she was more than enjoying herself. The puzzled look on her face might have been endearing to other boys, but right now, it made me even more annoyed.
"But Carlisle, aren't we having fun?" I rolled my eyes and thought of anything abhorrent to make my raging erection subside in her heat.
My Grandmother and Grandpapa.
Working.
My mother.
Good.
My sister fucking her husband.
That got the trick.
As she notices the change, she still had enough decency to get embarrassed.
"I guess only one of us was having fun. I won't tell anyone about your lack of sex appeal, so run along now." With a lingering, distressed look, the girl left in her bathrobe.
She'll be fine, though. All she has to do is bat those eyes, and another guy will look her way.
Looking up, I went back to my earlier thoughts. Grandpops was going to be announcing his heir soon. I knew it was going to be my father; everyone did. I was planning on getting out of going, but my mother had other plans.
Knowing how much I valued my freedom, she threatened to marry me off if I didn't go. Being an only child made her smother me more than usual, and that was the only reason I loved school so much.
The bells started rin in the distance, indicating it was time for class. The sun had set, and the bustling students filled the pathways.
Another night, to get taught why you have to follow the rules of Chaos kingdom.
Nothing was exciting about school. I could miss a month and still catch up in a day. Ranks were important for school, yes, but when you were a prince, they tend to be forgiving.
Since the school was heaven bent on filling our heads with things we didn't care for, I took it upon myself to bring life to the place.
I was president, so I implemented a few game changers that made me 'the man' among my peers.
I suit up in my uniform, and as I stare at the golden armband on my right hand, reminding me that I had a duty as president.
There were familiar hums and vibrations in the air. A stream of latecomers made their way out of the dorm. From their elevated pulses and arousal in the air, it was not hard to tell what they were doing prior.
That was also my cue to head out as well. Can't have the president of the academy late, can we?
"Hey, Eldrich!" Damon's familiar voice sounded through the crowd as he came rushing to my side. " I saw you go up with Stephanie. She wasn't too hard to get, am I right?" Damon nudged my upper arm with a shit-eating grin on his face. He wiggled his eyebrows as he waited for an answer.
"Damon, not every girl will fall at our feet. Besides," I projected my voice into his head so others couldn't hear, she didn't get me off.
"Damn, man, I told you to leave her to me. You don't just go home with her and not ban-" Damon stops as soon as he sees the glare I give him.
"Not one more word." With that, Damon changes the topic. The crowd was moving past us, and the purple glow was getting darker. The bell was going to ring any second.
"Did you hear about the new kid?" New kid? I didn't know anyone who was coming here at this time—the next set of students who were supposed to be here in another five months; October.
"You know him?"
"If you don't know him, how could I? The kid is practically a ghost." Impossible. It has to be one of the freshmen coming in October. We knew every kid that was arriving.
He was right; they would always notify the school board of a new member so some random representative can show them around. What made this one so different?
Now that my interest was peaked, I walked with more purpose.
Things just became a bit more interesting.
***
Morana
The first thing that I noticed about this 'school' is that it was old and unimpressive. For a place where I am going to spend a good fifteen years of my life, it was a wreck.
The inn where we lived was a mansion, a fortress of sorts. It wasn't as big as this, but the quality of living was better than this. I guess bigger was not always better.
My grip on my backpack gets tighter at seeing the unfamiliar environment.
I was still irritated since I didn't know everything about the place. But the fact that it was only two buildings brought me ease.
How many rooms can the two buildings hold?
As I trail behind Uncle Wes, I observe my surroundings keenly. My eyes shifted to every moving thing that moved in my vicinity. There were a lot of different courts set up and a fountain between the two buildings.
The only lighting was inside, and I could hear the indistinct chattering of others there. I have never been around this many people, so I was interested in seeing other supernatural beings I read about in books.
So many choices!
As if he can sense my bloodthirst, Uncle Wes stops and turns to me.
"The people here are not food. Your vampire counterpart will hold you off for your time here." I growl out my frustration, and I can see the hairs on his skin raise at the intensity.
I control myself, knowing he is not used to my full aggression. I always simmer down if I get to riled since he is someone I tolerate.
When he sees the calm expression on my face, he relaxes but not entirely.
We go towards the building with the lights on, and the chatter becomes clearer. The body heat of the creatures inside gets hotter.
Food.
Not Food.
The rustic look of the place is more evident up close, but there are touches of modernity seen as well. The doors are a muted brown, and I appreciated the look of the place for once.
As soon as I enter the halls, a man who looked young turned the corner as if expecting us to come to the room at that specific time.
He walked like he had a stick up his ass. He had a single lens glass on his right eye and a frown so deep it looked like he was born with it.
His hands were neatly clasped in front of him, almost as if he was a dead man walking.
As his eyes met Uncle Wes,' they lightened along with his face. "Westley, Darling, you are here already?" Something was off with this guy.
He moves in, and I get slightly defensive, and my fangs elongate.
I tame myself when I see the man hug Uncle Wes. I grimace at the obscene way he does this since I have never seen anyone embrace like that. Before I know it, I am hissing at him. I don't like how he is touching Uncle Wes.
The man jerks from my uncle's arms then turns to me as if seeing me for the first time. His frown returns, and he removes his hands from uncle Wes as soon as he latched them on.
"Is this the thing you wanted to show me? The early entry?" Uncle Wes glances at me then nod at the man.
"Good to see you, Norman. Uh, yes, I wanted to talk to you in private about how to handle her." I almost smirk at the nervousness in Uncle's voice.
Norman raises his eyebrow as if to belittle the statement. I was happy he seemed dismissive; I wanted him to think of me as a weak threat.
So I bat my eyes at him and smile while grasping at my bag straps. I bet I was the perfect image of innocence.
He looks at my gesture of innocence with keen, narrowed eyes then look back to my uncle.
"Let's talk in my office, darling. Night classes are going on right now, so you won't see a lot of people out and about right now." We head straight to the hall he materialized from, and I get a chance to see what is happening in the rooms down the hall.
As we walk pass the classes, I quickly peek through the windows of the classrooms. The chatter from earlier thins outs as I stride down the hall. I glance at Norman to see if he is affected, but his tight expression doesn't move. The classes are all filled with different breeds of supernatural creatures.
Witches, ogres, vampires, succubae, incubi, warlocks, trolls, faes, mermaids, Chimons, and demi-gods/goddesses. All of the fun snacks I hear about all the time. All of this just beats the cold, hard truth in my unwilling skull.
I can't eat them.
I shake my head in defeat then smile to myself at the thought of tasting just a bit of them.
In no time, we arrive at an elaborate black door that stretched to the ceiling. For some unexpected reason, I wasn't surprised at all. Norman just looked like the kind of person who would have this kind of door.
"Okay, let us get started," Norman whispers something to the lock on the doors, and they spring open.
The whole room is black themed with shiny leather and a lot of spikes. I agreed with his aesthetics.
This obscene man, who weirdly hugged uncle Wes, was the headmaster of the school.
A laptop suddenly appeared from inside the desk, and the brisk tapping of keys fill the silence.
I can feel my eyes roll to the back of my head at the boredom. Other than the occasional hum from Norman, there nothing else is said.
"Okay!" I jump then growl at the sudden noise before settling in my seat. "I just registered you earlier than planned into the system, your first class in an hour. If you get lost, one of the help bats located on the wall will guide you." He begins discussing details with uncle Wes, and I zone them out.
I wonder how much I would like school. The only place I have been was the human world, and that was only for food. I am not used to interacting with anyone other than Serene and the Brinhams.
"Ana, it's time to go now." Uncle Wes drags me from my thoughts and drops me back in the noir office.
With a grumble, I get up and head out with the headmaster hot on my he