The Vampire Kings Huntress (Lionheart Queens IV)

Chapter 3

"@FunnyOrTruth: What if a ghost is in love with me and is using its powers to keep boys away from me as that would explain a lot. 

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”This behavior is unacceptable! And it has to STOP! Miss Von Blaze if you SLEEP again in my CLASS, I will BAN you from ever entering and FAIL you!” Mrs. Rhema continued yelling, her loud shrill voice making my ears almost hurt.

My classmates were all busy still laughing and mocking my so-called episode of shouting out in my sleep. Some even had their phones out, taking pictures of my humiliated self and others were now busy tweeting it out to their friends. 

I knew by the time that this class would end, the whole High school would already know of my sleep talking episode. That is how fast news traveled in this school, everyone in everyone`s business.

Man being a seventeen-year-old was hard. I could not wait to finally be done and go to college.

There was even the school shade page website called The Scoop, where students posted humiliating things about others. And somehow, I always seemed to be trending on that site all the time. I was famously known as Alyssa the Freak.

 “I am sorry Mrs. Rhema. It will not happen again.” She quickly paused yelling upon hearing my apology. I could see that she was surprised that I was not being stubborn today as I usually was. On any other day I would have retorted back some come back but today I was not feeling it.

Still, though it was not my fault I had slept late last night. I had so much on my plate but I could not tell her the truth of what I had been busy doing. For she would call me crazy like many had done my whole life,

After hearing my apology, Mrs. Rhema quickly turned and walked to her front teacher's desk with a loud huff. She took a book saying she was going to print copies for us and would be back.

Once she was gone, the whole class quickly came alive with chairs moving as everyone went to sit by their friends to begin gossiping.

Since I had no friends in this class and was considered a freak by everyone, I continued sitting there alone by myself with a blank expression on my face. I was still shaken by that dream and past memory of mine. 

Today it had been so vivid, making me relive every detail of the day I lost both my parents. I touched the amulet which had never left my neck ever since that day. I wore it hoping to one day lure the ones who killed my parents out. For if they had not been after it what else could they have killed my parents for?

On that day, after watching my mother drained dry, little ten year old me, had run to the police station in more tears. But when I came back with them, it was only to find my home in flames and ashes. No grave was made for my parents considering there were no bodies having been burned by the fire.

The Vampires had covered their trails perfectly. So much so that when asked what had happened and as I had told the detectives about my parents being killed by vampires, they had labeled me crazy. Saying that the traumatic experience had affected me and made me see things that were not real. Vampires did not exist, plain and simple.

The death of my parents was declared a house fire incident instead with me the only one left knowing the real truth of what had happened.

 I was placed in foster care for they could not find any relatives of mine.

It seemed my parents had been using fake names, Aliases, and Ids. This made it difficult to know what my true identity was. So, no one took me seriously again as a ten-year-old when I had told them my true name was Alyssa Von Blaze. The name my parents had called me my whole life. 

The problem was my birth certificate had another name, A fake one. Seems my father had gone to great lengths in hiding us.

Alone, misunderstood, and now an orphan I was shuffled from foster home to foster home. I was an angry child. Angry at everyone and the world. Angry that no one believed me when I said Vampires EXISTED and had killed and taken away my parents from ME. Angry that those Vampire Killers were still out there and no one CARED.

I was uncontrollable whether it was throwing angry outbursts to having paranoia that everyone was secretly a vampire and out to get me.

It got so bad that when I turned thirteen, I was sent to a juvenile detention center for a whole year after stabbing a teenage boy on the hand with my pen. He was a teenage bully to middle schoolers and had planned to play a bad prank on me...Alyssa the crazy girl. 

He had tried to scare me while wearing fake fangs and having fake blood on his face. I had reacted. Thinking he was a real actual vampire, out to get me. So I had stabbed his hand with my pen. Luckily he got surgery and it was fixed.

After a year in Juvi plus lots and lots of therapies, I was back to the foster home again. I was still an angry fourteen-year-old child but tired. Tired of trying to open people`s eyes to the real truth of the monsters around us and hidden in the shadows. The monsters who had taken my parents from me.

As I went to more and more therapies, I even started believing it, that maybe I had hallucinated the whole thing. That maybe I had not seen actual Vampires and that they did not exist.

But then a miracle happened. It seemed the story of my craziness had reached far wide. And its how my uncle and the real brother of my father found me. Sam Von Blaze. 

He was shocked at hearing that my father and his brother Ben was dead. But he was one of the first people to tell me that he believed me regarding my statement of vampires having killed them. 

He was the one who opened me to the secret world of Vampire hunting. He was after all an active Vampire Hunter as my father had been too. It did run in the family.

So he adopted me, fixed my birth certificate to my true name, Alyssa Von Blaze, and has been my Vampire hunting mentor and father figure ever since.

I moved in with him to a new town and city here. As a fifteen-year-old having learned my lesson and deciding to start over, I stopped talking about Vampires to normal people. Acted like a normal person, made friends too. Was actually a normal teenager for a while.

 But my past caught up with me when I turned seventeen and I was back to being the freak again. I befriended the wrong person; thought she was my best friend and told her of my past and secrets. Then she used those secrets against me to become popular in high school and fit in with the mean popular crowd.

That betrayer`s name was Tiffany Grady.

Loved by everyone, lots of friends, the “It”  girl, cheerleader captain, and most popular girl in the whole school.

The one to also post a lot of things about me on the high school shade page, even if some were lies, everyone still believed her. She was the one who had created and owned the site too.

Having to share some classes with her was a curse as even right now she was busy doing it.

“Do not ever sit next to that girl, she is a freak. Murdered someone when she was twelve and was sent to Juvi. She is cuckoo and even you saw the way she was yelling in her sleep like a crazy person.” I almost rolled my eyes as I heard her nail cracking and irritating voice being loud. 

This was as she sat surrounded by her crew and was telling this new pretty girl about me.

Its what Tiffany always did. Any new person that came to school, she would rush to be the first person to tell them to stay away from me wanting to appear cooler.

And she was also the one responsible for all the seats around me being empty, 

After listening and believing her lies,  no one wanted to be near me.

They rather enjoyed mocking me from afar.

“She is evil I tell you. Even the way she dresses, black nail polish, black lipstick, and dark make up. She has a dark soul. If you go near her, she will infect you with it.” Tiffany continued in a dramatic voice. It made me almost roll my eyes that they were all believing this bullshit from the looks they were all giving me.

But as I heard what Tiffany said next my temper quickly rose to new heights.

“Craziness is in her genes too; her Parents were the ones who told her that vampires exist. So maybe it's not the poor girl’s fault, since she inherited it.”

I did not mind her dragging my name and talking s**t about ME, but today she had just taken it to far by pulling THEM into this.

Dragging My PARENTS the ones who had sacrificed themselves for me. The two people with whom my heart cried and longed for each passing day and minute.

My father, Ben a man who had a beautiful heart and loved telling me funny stories to make me laugh as he loved my smile. Then my beloved mother Hannah who always showered me with unconditional love. Her comforting hugs and kisses.

I tried clenching my fists in to hold the anger and rage in, but Tiffany continued,

“If you ask me, they really FAILED as Parents. And should have been put in a psychic ward too.” her statement was immediately followed by loud obnoxious giggles. 

But for me, it was the opposite.

 How DARE SHE.

"How dare she say that my parents had failed as parents!" while now thinking this, all I could see was red.

She had gone too far.

And so I snapped.

Taking my secret silver dagger out of my boot, I clutched it very hard in my hand.  It was the one I reserved for killing Vampires in case I ever met any at school. 

With no hesitation I found myself throwing and aiming it near her head, with fiery rage shining in my eyes.

It was people like her whom I wished could be turned into Vampires, just so that I would have a real reason to kill them.

But she was luckily human and I did not want to be sent to Juvi again. So as planned my dagger only cut through a strand of her blonde hair and tore into the wall poster behind her instead.

As expected they all reacted jumping up quickly. Frightened screams and shrieks immediately filled the classroom. All the while I just stared with a smirk from my seat. 

Yes I know, what I had done was irrational, reckless and I needed help psychologically but she had started it.

I walked to them to take my dagger off from the wall and all those girls scurried away to the other corner of the class were some guys were sitting.

Tiffany continued standing there and staring at me with a sneer.

“The next time, I hear you talk like that about my deceased parents. I will not miss your head intentionally.” I warned in a deadly calm tone after taking the dagger off the shredded wall poster,

But unluckily for me, that was the same time that Mrs. Rhema decided to enter the class while carrying a stack of copies.

“Mrs. Rhema I did nothing and was busy talking about the next quiz with the girls. But out of anywhere she tried to kill me with this. I don’t feel safe here because of her.” Tiffany quickly ran after snatching the vampire dagger from my hand, even summoning fake tears to gain sympathy.

“Alyssa Von Blaze!!!! The Principal`s office right NOW!” Mrs. Rhema loudly yelled, anger sounding clearly in her voice.

 I swore at myself inwardly while taking my bag to go follow an angry and rage-filled Mrs. Rhema.

As I looked back from the classroom door, I could see Tiffany was back to sitting with her girls and giving me a smug filled look.

 I immediately realized that she had talked about my parents, intentionally. Knowing that I would blow up and act out recklessly in anger. It had helped her prove her point to others. 

"Why could I not learn to control my anger," I thought with a sigh. I should have ignored her in the first place. 

“F.R.E.A.K.” She then mouthed to me in slow mockery.

After giving her my own deadly glare, I left and went to face the principal. 

Inside I really hoped that I would not get suspended for this was my final year. I was this close to graduating and freedom.