Pride-Niklaus's Point of View
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"We are both the same kind of aberration, Scarlet," I smirked, the amusement rolling off my words. "And what dirty thoughts are going on inside that twisted mind of yours? I was literally talking about your vampire habit of drinking blood. In what other way could you possibly 'suck me dry' with your mouth?" I could practically feel the atmosphere in the room shift as everyone around us inhaled sharply. The headmasters were no exception—they froze, momentarily stunned by the audacity of my words. I didn't care, though. If anything, I was enjoying their discomfort, finding some strange satisfaction in their reactions.
"You little fucker," she snarled, the venom in her voice practically making the air around us crackle. She clenched her jaw so tightly that I half-expected her teeth to snap, her muscles visibly straining under the pressure. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
"Scarlet," I said softly, tilting my head just a fraction, the teasing edge in my voice undeniable. "I assure you, nothing about me is little." I watched as her eyes widened in shock, and I felt a spark of victory. The sharp rise and fall of her chest, the way her breath caught, all told me exactly what kind of effect my words had on her. She was flustered, and it was exactly what I wanted.
"You disgust me," she hissed, the words dripping with that familiar disdain she always reserved for me.
Do I? Do I really disgust her? I couldn't help but smirk further, the fire in her eyes only fueling my amusement. "Yeah?" I asked, my voice dripping with mock innocence. The way her body tensed, the way her fury flared—it was intoxicating.
"This won't work!" she growled, her frustration finally spilling over. She turned to the headmasters, practically barking at them to intervene. But they didn't. Diana and Primrose just sat back, watching with thin smiles, enjoying the spectacle that had become my interactions with Scarlet. I didn't expect them to do anything—they never did. They loved the chaos between us, the tension that always simmered just beneath the surface.
"You don't even know if you'll pair with him, Persephone," Diana purred from the back of the room, her voice laced with lazy amusement. Her eyes glinted with mischief as she watched the two of us.
Scarlet's face twisted with disgust at the thought. "Gods above help me, I hope the fuck not," she muttered vehemently. She stood up abruptly, her arms crossing tightly over her chest. Her stance pushed her breasts forward, the motion only adding to the intensity of her already infuriating aura. She was furious—angry, even—but there was something undeniably captivating about the way she carried herself when she was like this. Always angry, always so determined not to show any weakness, especially when she was near me. "Let me do it alone, please," she pleaded, though her voice didn't quite have the softness to make it sound like a real plea. It was more of a demand wrapped in the shroud of faux humility.
"Not happening," I replied smoothly, my voice low and calm, despite the rising tension in the room. "If we do it for you, we'll have to do it for all the others. And that's not why you're here. You need to blend in with the rest of them." I could see her skin crawl at the suggestion, her discomfort practically radiating off her. It only made me grin wider.
"I. Don't. Blend. In!" Scarlet snapped, her voice dropping an octave as a growl formed deep in her throat. She wasn't even trying to hide it now—she hated the very idea of being forced into the same mold as the others. Her pride, always so fiercely intact, wouldn't allow it. "Let off, please," she tried again, her words practically dripping with frustration. But I wasn't about to give in—not when I could feel her seething so beautifully.
Primrose, always the sharp-tongued one, scoffed bitterly from the sidelines. Her words were like daggers, cutting through the tension with ease. "Still wanting privileges, mad dog?" she sneered, her expression twisted with contempt.
Scarlet's response was immediate, her words a vicious snarl. "I'm better than ten of you, choco elf," she hissed, not even flinching at the insult. "I'm top 1, and I'm more powerful than your entire sisterhood combined. So, yes. I think I could use some privileges." I had to admit, the audacity was almost admirable. But more than that, it made me want to push her further. This girl was absolutely insane—and I loved it.
"We are top 1, Scarlet," I said, my voice low and full of challenge. "Not just you. Both me and you." My eyes locked onto hers, daring her to respond, to try and prove me wrong.
"Disgraceful detail," she muttered under her breath, barely even acknowledging my words. "Side effect of how hard it is to find a way to murder a piece of shit like you." Her eyes didn't meet mine—they were focused somewhere far off, somewhere I knew her mind had already wandered. Her attention, however, still lingered on me, even as she tried to pretend otherwise. "Thus, unworthy of a mention," she added, dismissing me with a careless wave of her hand. "Pretty please?" she asked once more, her voice now laced with desperation. But there was no way in hell I was letting her off that easy.
I sighed, leaning back slightly in my chair, my smirk never wavering. "You ain't running away from this, dear," I said, my tone sweet with mock kindness. From across the room, Diana gave her a wink, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. She had seen this game play out more times than either of us cared to admit.
"Fuck," Scarlet cursed, dropping back into her seat in frustration. She gripped the armrests so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "Fuck!" she repeated, the word dripping with irritation and helplessness.
"I can help with that if you want," Loki—damn fox—interrupted with his usual smugness. The words themselves were enough to make both Scarlet and me cringe in perfect synchrony. He was always playing his games, never taking anything seriously. I hated it.
"I'm going to murder him!" Scarlet snapped, pointing directly at Loki, her voice seething with murderous intent. And honestly, I couldn't have agreed more. If Loki ended up as my partner, I wouldn't be able to hold back. I'd want to tear him apart with my own hands. Unlike me and Scarlet—unlike the twins—there was a way to kill a nine-tailed fox. A permanent way. And trust me, I'd relish every moment of it.
"With kisses?" Loki quipped, as if he hadn't noticed the imminent danger in the room. I clenched my jaw, fighting back the urge to growl. The bastard had no idea just how close he was to making a serious mistake.
Scarlet, however, wasn't playing games. She was done with his antics. Her water magic surged to life, flowing toward Loki with deadly precision. She shoved him backward with a force that sent him skidding across the classroom, far away from us. "I am not joking, dirty fox," she hissed, her voice cold and lethal. "Will you only understand my seriousness when I kill you?"
Yes. Do it. Or I will.
"I love the way you hate me!" Loki beamed, completely unbothered by the danger he was in. His insufferable grin only made my blood boil, and yet, it was that very same grin that made me want to push him further.
This fucking fox had been stealing my words, stealing my fun, and I was about to make him regret it.