New Camelot Academy for the supernaturally inclined home of the three supremacies. Yes, I know, the name sounds all flashy and magical and all bright but believe me it's anything but that. This school is built on a broken power struggle where chumps like me try to make it to the top while facing curses, betrayed, love, fun, and hey, even murder depending on how deep you are than what lies on the surface of it all. Then again, what else should we expect from an "elite joint supernatural high school full of pubescent and somewhat dickish teens? But like every good story, things get breathtakingly screwed after the death of a major figure but although that's where things get a bit dicey, we'll get there soon enough, just bear with me.
Our story begins on August 10th at New Camelot High where to some it's just another crappy Tuesday but to poor junior supernatural noobs- I.E. me- it's the first day of school but to the rest of us who mean something in this school, it's placement day. Three factions are allowed to attend this "prestigious academy" as the adults call it and a key thing to keep in mind, the number one rule here is NO HUMAN STUDENTS ALLOWED and I stress this enough because it was put in place for …. legal and safety reasons. Anyways, as I walk into these unnecessarily wide and packed halls it's beyond obvious to see who's who and who's what or what race someone is and what faction you belong to.
There are the mean-as-hell and ice-cold Vampires who are insanely rich with little class and so happen to be at an all-time high in our social and economic hierarchy. Then there are the inherently nice witches like borderline stereotypical Canadian type, nice unless you cross them that is. They are the smartest of all in the school and can be very vindictive if given a good enough reason. Witches are essentially the peacekeepers of the school between the classless bloodsuckers and chivalrous wolves.
The Wolves, like me, are on the bottom of the economy and surprisingly rival the vamps in popularity but fair warning, we're the most polite and mannered of the bunch yet we're known to have a short and…" monstrous" temper for lack of a better word and things could get hairy. Pun intended.
Name's Lancelot Troyes Du Lac, yes that is my real name, no I'm not French but I can speak it and for personal reasons, I'm just Lance. I'm around 5'4-5'5, brown Wiseguy with short hair and I've been told that I'm quote- "surprisingly fit and muscular for someone my height''.
The reason being, like most other wolves, I stay in shape because of genetics and workouts so we stay ripped but I primarily wear hoodies and long sleeves so people don't notice they exist unless on the rare occasion I wear a T-shirt.
I make my way through the halls in my world blasting 'Good Things Fall Apart' by Jon Bellion in my headphones only to get bum-rushed by my two best friends Percy and Galahad. The northeastern pair from Jersey are brothers with Galahad being the oldest and we all call Galahad "Tony", no one knows why we call him that but I've been calling him that for as long as I can remember.
"HOOOOOOW YOU DOIN'!?!?! "Tony yells from the top of his lungs as he and his idiot brother roughly push me into my locker.
"Oh my god, Lancy you look beautiful, look at ya!" Percy says while pressing my cheeks together with one hand and the other around my shoulder
My name is Lance, these two fools call me Lancy because they're practically my adoptive brothers cause I've known them since middle school.
"I'm alright, I've been great, how about you guys as well?" I say with an uncontrolled smile on my face as I fix my headphones around my ears
"Oh Lancy, you know us we're glorious as always but buddy I keep Tellin' Ya you gotta start using slang and shortening your sentences. Ladies love that Lancy, trust me and we may be chivalrous but most girls love themselves a bad boy in shining armor, Ya feel me, pal?" Tony says as he winks at me and kisses at a pretty girl walking by.
"Tony I'm pretty sure it's a knight in shining armor and I'm perfectly fine with the way I talk. Plus, I'm not interested in any girls right now" I say without thinking not knowing that I would later regret the ending of that sentence 15 seconds later
"Ooooh, I always knew you were a softy Lancy boy. At least now I know that you're an actual cupcake like I mean hey, it all makes sense now" said a very nauseating voice and also class ranking number two of the vampire faction Lestat de Lioncourt. Lestat was natural blonde; his perfect waves and curls brushed the bottom of his ears.
He was so pale you could see the blue veins in his body. His toothy grin allowed you to see not only his fangs but his dimples. He wore the school uniform, which wasn't a requirement, to show that he had enough money to buy the uniforms.
"Stay back boys". Tony says to us as he steps to Lestat
"Look here you walking corpses looking schmuck, you betta take that back as soon as possible and apologies to my friend here or we'll have a little problem". Tony says to Lestat in a mellow but mildly threatening tone with a straight face and boxer-like appearance
"So, what, your little cupcake can't speak for himself, or do your perverse wolf asses need an education on how to properly speak to your betters". Lestat said to Tony with a villainous grin across his face
And in a split-second, Tony sent a right hook straight to Lestat's face breaking his nose and sending him stumbling towards the lockers behind him
"Well, that wasn't nice now was it Lessy," Tony says as he cracks his knuckles with his eyes turning into a golden yellow from a dark brown while his body emits a small heatwave
"You hairy Bastard!" Lestat screams with pure blackness in his eyes as the pair lunge at each other both with a fist cocked back ready to fly in less than a moment
"Enough!". yelled a mysterious witch freezing the two in place with a wave of her hand. Marilyn Heights was 5-foot 7inches and shoulder Length hair brown hair that she tends to dye a different color every few months.
She wore the female school uniform that instead of pants, she had a skirt, the jacket was more fitting around the waist. Her skin wasn't as pale as Lestat but she certainly didn't look like she stayed in the sun for too long. She wore glasses that framed her face nicely. Tall, slim, smart. Total package.
"Lestat, let go. All students report to the school auditorium at once for the selection ceremony and you two will adhere to the school faction court after the eighth period." The mysterious witch commanded with the crowd around them slowly the following suit as she unfroze the would-be brawlers
"You'll pay for this you dam mutts," said the salty ass vampire walking away with the mysterious girl as his and Tony's eyes go back to normal.
"Yea whateva, you got lucky princess, now move along before I break ya jaw next," Tony says with the smell of vampire blood and prideful cockiness in his nose.
"You didn't have to stick up for me man, I could have handled that myself". I said to try not to feel sorry for myself because I despise people doing crazy or just things in general for me without my permission
"Save the crap cupcake and let's bring our butts to this joint, I don't wanna be late". Tony says with a charming smile
"Hey listen cupcake, full disclosure I don't care if Ya screw girls or screw guys just don't screw me out of another game of Uno". Percy says as he laughs cheerfully
"Keep talking and I will kill both of you if you say that name again. Keep pushing me," I say with a smile on my face while being almost serious about my threat
"Whatever Ya say Lancy, come on, both of Yous". Tony dictated while slapping both of us on the back of the head.
The witch dragged Lestat to the other side of the hall as he spat venomous words about how he would of killed us. She took a handkerchief out of her jacket pocket and up to his nose. The color was a fancy beige with the red lettering of "L" on the corner.
She closed her eyes and whispered words into his ear when she removed the handkerchief, he was no longer bleeding. He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair, and chuckled at her. Lestat grabbed her by the waist and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Lestat." A voice boomed in the hallway, everyone turned to look at the wolf's 2nd in command, Author. A ringing in my ears sounds more like a growl. After this subtle yet powerful shout, all he said was one word that both shook and mercifully terrified every vampire in his facing direction.
"Leave." Author said without raising his voice in the slightest and with surprise to all Lestat fixed his broken nose and walked the other way without saying a word accompanied by Marilyn walking by his side as if they were siblings. Lestat and Author were always fighting, never a moment when they were on good terms. Marilyn was always in the middle or on the side with books in her hand waiting for them to finish. She usually left with whoever walked away first.
About an hour and a half later each member gathered in the auditorium wearing the school uniform. I always hated wearing the uniform not because it made us look professional but because for one it's usually expensive to rent and for wolves like me, tony and Percy said it made us look like soldiers if not decorated knights cause of all the ribbons and medals most we had and armor-plated shoulder pads most of us had.
The three of us sat down in a line with Percy to my left and Tony to my right and ironically being my moody right-hand man. The room fell silent as the headmaster Gaius, a seemingly elder yet unnervingly handsome man wearing a jet black near armament type clothing with the school crest on the center of it, stepped to the podium with the three-second in commands from each faction standing to his left side by side at military parade rest and spoke in a raspy clear voice that all could hear willingly or not.
"Thank you for coming and I welcome you all back to our gracious academy. I hope in my heart that we are blessed with a beautiful and fruitful school year and that you all have an even better rest of your day. Now that we have the pleasantries out of the way let's officially commence the placement selection ceremony. First and foremost, the votes are in with the academic qualifications met as well so I'd like to congratulate these chosen few to represent and lead their respective factions- Lestat De Lioncourt, as from this day until his last to the best of his ability, I hereby pronounce him count of the Vampire faction."
The Vampirical jocks and idiots applauded their new pale king.
"Next, I present to you all Sir Author, notably and quite infamously known to all as: "the son of Uther" and with the power invested in me, I pronounce him the Alpha of the Werewolf faction.
All of the wolves started barking like a battalion of marines shaking the room and echoing throughout the school. People like him in the top ten wore all black and gold uniforms as opposed to white and silver like the rest of us noobs.
"Shut it!". Gaius yelled at the top of his lungs successfully shutting us up for the moment.
As I was saying, I now present our valedictorian Marilyn Heights, I pronounce this unremarkable young lady as the High Priestess of the witch faction". The witches all rejoiced for Marilyn but quickly shut their mouths cause they're a bunch of goodie goodies who don't wanna get the old man mad. But with that being said, the headmaster went on for a bit longer with some interesting news.
"As we proceed, please look under your seats and place the Holo-bands onto the slots on your left arm sleeve. You all have probably noticed that we have made some minor updates to our uniform this year-" he paused to clear his throat.
"Program launch. If you look around you can see that your new rank badges are presented as holograms showing your rank in your faction from ranking number one, leader, to ranking 100 which is a borderline dropout in this academy but with my benevolence, I will see that it won't come to that. Now I'm sure you all don't want to hear an old goat like me ramble on so I'll say a few more than you will be released to the first orders of your respective leaders for the rest of the day."
"Please be mindful that no matter your rank and status, if legitimately defeated and outmatched by another then you can lose your current rank and fall down the leaderboard, figuratively of course. And I hope black magic, abuse of power, harming of the staff, feeding on campus, and murder of any kind if found guilty then you will be subjected to a trial, getting expelled and in worse cases incarceration and even execution but I have trust that it will not come to said scenarios. With that being said I'd like to say, I love you all and be safe, goodbye."
"Yo party at Wayne's house!" yelled some random guy with the best idea he's had all day, unlike his parents in naming him Steve Adria like don't get me wrong it's a great name but it doesn't fit the guy like….at all.
"Shut up Steve!" said almost every wolf within a 40-meter radius
He's a sweet guy and all but his last name means smart and brave and yet he's none of those things and he's number 52 in the wolves' chart, has a fear of bunnies, and is allergic to chocolate cake. And HOW do I know this, well I'm glad you asked. This man dared to start spazzing out at my 12th birthday party and got sent to the ER. We never had a good cake around him ever since but hey he left the rest of the cake to us, fun times.