Bitten (The Vampire Legends #3)(25)
Author: Emma Knight

She loathed this suburb and all her thoughts were blocking out the cheers and screams of the kids on the school sports team she could hear from miles away. She cleared her mind and opened her ears to listen to the hustle and bustle of the end of the day at AHS high school.

“C’mon! This way!” Violet shouted to her subjects, who didn’t hear what she did because they didn’t have supersonic hearing.

The seven of them flew quickly over the center of town and on towards the high school, hoping to find Rachel still there.

“Here we are!” Violet said.

“Where? Where is it?” asked one of the subjects.

“There you idiot! Don’t you see that hideous pile of bricks?” Violet retorted.

“Yes, I apologize. I do see it, Violet. Thank you for pointing it out to me so wisely,” the subject responded in shame.

“Shut up!” Violet said, not wanting to listen to her cower anymore.

The seven vampires dropped out of the sky like large black raindrops onto the flat roof of the two-story school building. Violet knew their thud probably startled the poor little humans inside, but she could care less—in fact, she was happy about that. She hoped that the people inside were shaking in their boots.

She jumped down off the roof in front of the main entrance to the school and pranced in, with her subjects quietly following, not giving it a second of thought. As she opened the door a strong breeze picked and the fallen leaves blew in behind her, crunching loudly under their feet as they walked in.

“May I help you?” the secretary called out.

Violet had already passed the front office without stopping to check in with the secretary, who acted like the security guard of the school.

“EXCUSE ME!” the secretary called louder. “COME BACK HERE!”

Violet turned her head and decided she’d go back and play with this woman a little bit.

“Oh me?” Violet said, pretending not to realize what had happened.

“Yes! You forgot to sign in!” the secretary added.

Violet walked over with her pack of subjects right behind her, as if connected by magnets. Violet saw a small silver bell on the top of the counter in front of the secretary and went over and started tapping it loudly with her finger. The sounds grew louder and louder as she stood there ringing it in the secretary’s face.

“That’s enough!” the secretary said, trying not to get angry.

Violet stopped ringing the bell, and stood there waiting for her to say something. She glared at her as though she could see the inside of her brain, which she could tell the secretary didn’t like much. So she continued to do it.

“Who are you and how can we help you today?” the secretary asked, doing her job professionally.

“We are here from the prep school down the street,” Violet heard herself lie, “and we are looking for the intramural chess team.”

“Intramural chess team?” the secretary asked, looking down at her papers.

“Yup! I think a girl named Rachel Wood is running it, might you know where I could find her?” Violet asked in a calm and unrecognizable tone.

“Rachel Wood, the new girl, yes, let me look up her schedule, I should have it right here,” the secretary said, looking through her filing cabinet and pulling out a manila folder with Rachel’s name on it.

“Here it is!” the secretary said, scrolling her fingers down the page.

Violet looked on her desk at the cup of steaming coffee that sat there filled to the brim and knew she had to do something fast in order to get her hands on Rachel’s schedule. She glared at the coffee cup, making it spin on its ends and then spill all over the secretary who ran out of the office screaming and shouting in pain as the coffee burned through her skin.

Violet reached through the window, snatched the schedule and began marching down the hallway in search of Rachel.

The smell and sights of this high school made Violet livid. She wanted revenge on her past and knew she had to get it, here and now. She walked into Mr. Allen’s classroom to find him sitting at his desk, grading papers.

“Why hello there!” Violet murmured.

“Excuse me, can I help you?”

“Yeah, you can help me! You can tell me why my high school history teacher was such a prick to me growing up,” Violet said, watching Mr. Allen’s eyes widen in horror.

“I’m sorry, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” Mr. Allen said, not wanting to participate in this conversation.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Violet asked. “You history teachers are all the same, you think you can hide in the past, but really you can’t,” Violet said angrily as she looked down at the papers on his desk and started touching them with her fingers.

“You know, I never understood why you are all suck jerks. Could it be because you think you have power over us? Is it because you think you’re smarter than us? Tell me,” she asked looking down at Rachel’s schedule to find his name. “Mr. Allen, tell me!”

As she questioned him, she lifted him up out of his chair with her hands and held him above her as he hung there, shaking his legs in fear.

“I’m sorry, what do you want to know? I’ll tell you anything!” Mr. Allen said cowardly.

“I want to know a lot of things but first you can start by telling me about Rachel Wood. I see she’s a student of yours,” Violet said, looking down at her schedule.

“Yes, Ms. Wood is in my homeroom. She is a bright girl, but doesn’t apply herself. She’s been going through a lot with her recent move and I think it’s really taken a toll on her,” Mr. Allen said.

“Where is she?” Violet asked, looking him deep in his eyes as if to hypnotize him.

“Um, I don’t know,” Mr. Allen, said. “It’s after school so I really don’t know where my students are at this hour.”

“WHERE IS SHE!” Violet yelled, as if it would change his answer.

“Well, I did hear her talking to her friend Rob after class about getting together with him, but I honestly don’t know what they planned,” Mr. Allen said, racking his brain.

Violet let go of Mr. Allen and he came flying down to the ground and hit the floor with a thud.

“Where’s this Rob character then?” Violet asked, holding her hand out as if to do it all again.

“He’s on the football team, try there!” Mr. Allen said, his voice quivering.

Violet brushed her arm across his desk, throwing all of his papers soaring into the air and hitting the floor in a mess. She walked out with her crew behind her.