Hated By All, Loved By Four

✯•✿The Most Hellish School On Earth✿• ✯

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ*:.:..:...VALERIA'S P.O.V...:..:..:*Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

They kept me at that hospital room for weeks, then I woke up like this one day.

This is abuse, this is kidnapping. Knocking me out, and strapping me to a plane seat with some bags of clothes is a goddamn travesty. If they think I’m gonna take this ass up, bugger them! I refuse to be sent to this filthy school.

I wiggle in my seat, and my mother smacks my hands.

“Sit still. We’re already on the way there. So all your tantrums need to stop now.” then she sighs. Running her fingers through her badly bleached blonde hair. My father is the real blonde between them, and me and my siblings are all blondes too.

“Look, you know I love you. Sweetie, you were our ticket to getting in good with the pack leader. You could have married Ruel, broken records, and our family would have been worshipped. What the hell were you thinking going for a run before the sun’s bothered to come on?”

I stare at her, feeling astonished.

“Are you out of your mind, you bloody hussy?”

My father whips his head toward me, his eyebrows knitted together in fury.

“Watch your tongue-”

“You watch yours. Why was I out that early jogging like a bloody goose? I'll tell you why. I was running because my worthless parents had the nerve to give me a list to follow each morning. Then to blame me for the attack? You both suck! I needed you and you let people call me a freak! You let them hassle me about like I was some servant. I hope to the goddess I die in that bloody school because if I live I’m going to slander every single one of you. I’ll get in contact with other packs in Australia, and I’ll tell them everything. Start praying you bloody wankers!”

I struggled even more throughout the whole ten-hour flight. They’re lucky they got a private jet because I’m fighting my hardest not to go that school.

You don’t get it, do you?

The Calgary school for Broken Wolves is a monstrous place. It is run by the King Family. They’re a vampire family that moved from England to Osaka, japan in the eighteen hundreds(1800s). They moved for suspicious reasons, and only twenty years later they formed an institution that helped broken and injured wolves. At first, it was aimed as a hospital, mental institution I mean, that healed people with physical and mental injuries. But the more popular they got, the more they could expand to turn it into what it is today.

The school for wolves people have given up on. They have a one hundred percent guarantee. Every wolf that has been sent there has come back reformed, and different. Like they’ve had their personalities altered. Many say dark things happen there, wolves are naturally scared to be sent there because it means your family is done with you.

I mean who sends someone they love to a school for wolves.... run by VAMPIRES!!! There are no werewolf teachers and no vampire students. It's the reverse. All the teachers are vamps, and all the students are wolves. That’s why the school says: the Calgary school FOR broken wolves.

It’s a werewolf-exclusive school. You need to plead your case in an admission letter before they’ll even consider taking you. They only take the most f****d up, slightly deranged, and suicidal werewolves.

I am only one of those things. And if my parents really want me gone, these dickheads can go to hell. I am not broken mentally. Mentally I’m alright. I’m good. I have never been better. If they’d just open the plane doors, I’d hop out.

I was tired by the time the plane landed, and they had to drag me out since I bit my mother in the cheek when she tried to help me out nicely. I don’t want to be here. I refuse to be sent to this madhouse. The drive from the airport to the school was painful. Painful because my fears were coming true.

My heart pounds harder and harder. I don’t want to go to that school. I don’t. Haven’t they done enough? I’m eighteen, can’t I just say no? I have rights.

I made sure not to sleep, so my body is exhausted. I can’t struggle anymore. The drive from the airport to the school was woozy, I'm not sure if there was really a care.

They untied my feet once we arrived at the gates, and they loosened the ropes around my wrist. My body was too tired to run. The school.... it looks grand. We’re stopped at the gate, a small square screen is next to one of the pillars by the gates.

It starts playing a video of the entire school, with attachments telling us what each building is.

The Calgary School for Broken Wolves stands as a formidable estate nestled amidst the shadowy outskirts of Osaka. Its grandeur is both inviting and eerie, with a collection of buildings that blend seamlessly into the surrounding landscape, their architecture a fusion of Victorian elegance and dark enchantment.

The main building, a majestic structure of dark stone and intricate woodwork, features tall arched windows that reflect the dim light of the setting sun, casting elongated shadows that seem to stretch across the manicured lawns. Ivy clings to the walls, weaving through the elaborate ironwork of balconies that overlook the grounds, adding a sense of timelessness to the estate.

Adjacent to the main building, the dormitory wings stretch out like protective arms, each room adorned with heavy oak doors and vintage brass fittings. The hallways are lined with portraits of somber figures, their eyes following the students with a watchful gaze. At the end of each corridor, common rooms provide cozy nooks for gathering, filled with plush furnishings that invite whispered conversations and shared stories.

Classrooms are scattered throughout the estate, each equipped with antique wooden desks and chalkboards that evoke a sense of nostalgia. Large windows fill the rooms with natural light. Here, students engage in both academic and therapeutic pursuits, striving to mend their broken spirits through knowledge and camaraderie- so it says in the subtitles.

The sports area lies just beyond the dorms, featuring a sprawling courtyard surrounded by a high stone wall. The courtyard is paved with dark cobblestones, leading to a sunken garden where vibrant flowers bloom defiantly against the backdrop of the estate's haunting aesthetic. An open-air pavilion serves as a gathering place for athletic endeavors and quiet reflection, its roof adorned with the King family crest—a stylized wolf entwined with ivy, symbolizing both strength and resilience. They’re vampires!! why is their family crest a wolf?

No one finds that suspicious? Am i the only sane one in this mad world?

Throughout the estate, subtle details hint at its beautiful history: flickering lanterns that illuminate the paths at dusk, whispering winds that rustle the leaves, and shadows that dart just out of sight. We hope each student enjoys their stay here.

Yep, I’m running. My mother’s hands land on my shoulders and her manicured nails dig into them. Like she knows I’m about to make a dash.

The gates open, and a woman... tall, slim waist, long black hair, glasses on her pinched nose, and silver eyes that pierce through my soul. She’s dressed in a black tight dress and a white coat over it.

My parents nudge me past the gates towards the woman.

“Hello, I am Bailey King. Welcome to the Calgary school for Broken Wolves." I've heard that name six times today. AHHH! "You must be-” She flips open a brown folder. “Valeria Vanguard.”

Her hand stretches out to mine, and I only stare at it. My mother shakes it.

“You can see the issue. She has been dealing with so much psychological torment, and she’s taking it out on us. We just need her fixed. You’re our last hope.”

Liars, bloody wankers!! Come on Valeria, scream. Tell this woman you don't know these people.

“That’s alright, I read your letter. She’s an interesting type. Our first wolfless student. You may go now. As you know school rules forbid parents from following their children into the school. So from now on she’s in my care. You may go.” she repeats.

I turn to face them, hoping to find the last shred of love they ever had for me. “I am begging you, please don’t leave me with these people.”

My mother leans in, stares me dead in the eyes, and says “Who’s the wanker now, you little s**t? Like you said, I hope they kill your fat ass here.”

Then she leaves, not bothering to spare me a second glance. The comment on my weight is horrifying because after my wolf was stolen I turned to food as a way to comfort myself. My parents might have shunned me, but they never failed to laugh whenever my siblings would make a fat joke.

What’s left of my heart shatters, and I turn back to the vampire woman. She looks at me amused.

“Don’t worry, dear, you’re in good hands. We won’t hurt you. Now come along. You’ll be here for the next three years, you might as well get a lesson on the rules-”

We both jump as the sound of glass shattering flows into our ears. My eyes move to the main building and a girl looking deranged, blood all over her neck yells in the direction of my parent's retreating car.

“DON’T LEAVE ME HERE! PLEASE TAKE ME WITH YOU!”

She jumped, and landed like a graceless swan on the floor. Twisting her ankle. But she continued to hop, and hop, and hop as the gates slammed shut. She doesn’t even make it far enough before something faster than my eyes can see tackles her to the ground.

I yelp. Scratch that, it’s not something. It’s someone. Or plural because eight people show up. They grab the girl and cover her. So I can’t see what they’re doing.

Oh god, I’m done and dusted.

One of the men surrounding the poor girl turned to look at me, he smirked and winked, and then they vanished. SINCE WHEN DO VAMPIRES VANISH?!

I DON’T WANNA BE HERE NO MORE.

I turned to run, and the woman grabbed me by the neck and dragged me towards the main building. No no no nooooooooo!!!