Outcast, outsider or whatever people that don't have no friends like to call it. Well i shouldn't be complaining should i?
Dunno after all im one of those people, just your average Freshman fishy or whatever they like to call it. That lives in A small town in America that you couldn't find in a map, or could if you looked really hard enough , God knows I've never gave a damn to try. Dane's Dove a really small place trust me, where everyone knows everyone an all around good place to settled down….except if you where me.
Van Helsing Belmont.
…yup….
Look, I didn't have a choice in the matter it was already pre-determined by my father and late mother god rest her soul. Who are very deep I mean deep into the world of Occults and strange occurrences, happening all around us, and like you can imagine living in a small town where everyone knows everyone, My family is pretty disliked by Everyone. All thanks to my father, who before I was born would let just say disrupt the peace in our small town with his Books…
Thus a stigma was placed on my back from the beginning talk about playing on Hell mode from the start am I right.
Thats my life, 14 years in the making for little old me still I've grown used to being alone…anyways today is the first day of the boringest 4 years of my life at Cross Highschool of academics, which hopefully goes by fast as long as I stick to the same routine things should be smooth sailing.
Crushing the rocks under his beat up white converse, van could see the school already, as well as the weird glances being thrown his way by, his soon to be school mates, with a raised brow van stood infront of The open gates of Cross Highschool of academics.
With a low whistle, Van couldn't help but be impressed for a small place they certainly have big things. Towering over everyone, The gates looked like they cost a fortune.'note to self, don't touch.' Shiny metal gates, with the letters of the schools name bolded on top and van could swear he could see very small hardly noticeably words engraved on them.
Narrowing his eyes van tried to get a better look out of curiosity leaning abit forward, only for suddenly someone to grab his shoulder.'Who?' turning around to see who it was.
Van saw nobody.'Weird.' What was that looking around to see if wasn't just someone messing with him he came out empty,'Must've ran off.' with a shake of his head van turned back to the gates only to find the words engraved missing as if they were never their in the first place.'what the?! I'm I going crazy.' Rubbing his eyes van tried and tried but failed.'i swear it was just their?'
~Ding~Dong~Ding~
A loud harmonious bell tore through the air catching Van attention, it was then he realized something crucial he was late.'Shit!' Rushing past the gates Van mentally slapped himself.'How long have I been standing there.' Running on the empty pale stone walkway, That led towards a massive mansion building With ruby collared Banners hanging from the walls, this time van didn't have time to admire the architecture, as he pushed the giant wooden doors open.
"Your late." The first thing Van saw was a woman, standing in a Victorian styled hallway with velvet carpet at her feet and a chandelier hanging high above wait is that a chandelier!?, hearing a cough coming from her as she crossed her arms, glaring dagger at Van.
With a huff she pushed her black glasses up with her index finger, while her bloody red eyes glared at Van.'already a early start, to the next four years of my life huh.'Van helplessly thought, to the pale blonde haired woman, dressed in a long white Victorian dress, that flaunted her breast attracting van eyes, 'a mole.' Van thought.
It was then she scrunched her face in disgust."are you finished, pervert."
"Huh?"Blinking twice Van was confused, what did she mean pervert Now Van was a lot of thing but a pervert wasent one of them.
"Don't play the fool Vermin, I could feel your leacherous gaze tainting my body in your impure mind Fiend!"pointing at him, Van could swear again he saw her eyes flash red momentarily, but Van didn't have a chance to think as he shook his hands.
"Now hold on just a second, it's not my fault that you have them out!" Van was always getting the bad side of the stick since we'll birth but, it didn't mean he would let himself get pushed around. Van words fell on Deaf ears, as her glare worsened.
"Brute! How dare you push the blame on Me!To think I would suffer such Such Humiliation on my first day!"stomping towards van angrily, she pointed her finger even closer to his face.
"Listen rookie, I've been suffering that same condition my whole life welcome to the clubs princess."gasping to Van words, he pushed past her ignoring her angry cries.
"You insignificant welp! You'll rue this day I swear it! Remember this name well Brute! Charlotte VileBorn!" Walking in the large empty corridor away from the angry blonde 'great now I'm definitely extra late, thanks to her.' Shaking his head van glanced at the lavishly decorated walls with beautiful Portraits and paintings of people he had no clue of.'how can they afford all this?im pretty sure Cross Highschool of academics was a public school not a museum!'
"Okay now that's it! Seriously."Van said as he gaped at a painting, of a man surrounded by beautiful women laying at the beach.
"What, jealous brat."Van heart stopped as he tumbled back, There laying with the woman in the painting, the man spoke.closing his eyes Van took a deep breath and slowly opened them, Before sighing.
"Must be my imagination there's no way."
"Believe it, kid."