When The Monster Bites

Everything feels so desolate, yet so much at once. Overwhelming. Quietly, detonating on the inside, as other classmates sit around me. Unaware of my slow screaming demise without her for the last eight hours. A nudge to my shoulder shakes me from my ill thoughts. “Ill THOUGHTS?” I slur out loud. ‘Sick thoughts. Impulsive thoughts.’ I repeat. Gripping my aching head. Am I ill or am I climbing some sort of uphill battle that is all my f**k ups? All my mistakes. No one elses. The ‘shusher’ to my right is back but this time, she nudges me hard. b***h. “Cora?” A whisper that’s irritatingly feminine and almost a screech in my ear. “Yess.” I hiss mumbling bad names underneath my breath. “The professor is asking you a question…” She huffs. I lift my head to see her nasty expression pulling away from me as I vomit all over the desk and her pretty shoes. I watch it drip off the side and into the lap pouch, I’ve created with my shirt. ‘How creative…’ I think to myself. My head spins still hungover and possibly drunk from last night’s escapade. “That is a lot of vomit.” I hiccup and moan at the same time. “CLASS IS DISMISSED.” A clap and shout propels students into motion. Dazed, I watch unfamiliar faces leave the classroom. How long have I been sitting here? This isn’t even my class anymore. Why am I here, of all places to end up drunk. A warm familiar hand touches my shoulder. Through blurred vision, I make out the person that has haunted my dreams. He has always been kind to me. Charming even. Leading me away from my mess., I realize he has taken me into another room. His office. “Cora, is there someone I can call for you?” He asks, seeming completely sincere. “No, can you just call me an Uber.” I grumble. Does he not even remember me? “Cora, what’s wrong? He whispers now taking my hand. ‘this is not like you at all.’ I couldn’t tell this man, anything, he just had to take the information. My true form has been tethered away in my own mind. How was one supposed to survive without a piece of themselves. The darkness of my loss is all I can see now that I’m sobering up. “How did it happen?” he whispers. Yanking my hand back. “Don’t f*****g pull your telepathic bullshit!” I flinch, only internally at his wounded look. I am here to help you, Anastasia.” He says sympathetic to my situation. “Then do not call me by that name.” I answer curtly shaking off my guilt for yelling at him. ‘My name is Cora. Not Anastasia. Do not call me by my given name again, Orion. He freezes instantaneously; there is power in a name and influence. They won’t break me by locking up my monster. Power resonates at my fingertips due to my ancestry of which I have no knowledge. At the innocent age of six, I was dropped into this vat of hell boarding school. My adoptive parents didn’t account for fangs, at least this is what my file says. I remember parents loving and kind. A sibling. The crying baby is the only small memory left from my past. Their faces blurred from time and the abuse of my placements outside of this school. I fit nowhere. No family or ‘pack’ will take me because of my powers. A female alpha that has powers, a major combative side, and a penchant for stealing trinkets. I can’t help the need to have shiny pretty things. I also only recently broke into the hobby of eating bad males. YES, YOU HEARD ME CORRECTLY. It is the female in me. Um and there may be a certain sobriety issue that tends to bite me in the ass. Literally this time. f*****g Witches. “f*****g twitches.” I hiss, hot, sweat drips into crevices that I didn’t know I had now that the liquor is seeping out of my system. ‘Twitches’ aka witches that do drugs and do bad things, basically. For example like taking access from someone’s inner ‘being’ for not making payments on time. Dealing out certain punishments shall we say… My punishment stings my left butt cheek, a curse mark. “Got me while I was passed out drunk, at my apartment.” I mumble embarrassed. The twitches busted down my door, took anything that had value, then branded my ass with there witchy b***h stuff. All the while I snored. Passed out and oblivious to the chaos around me. I pout rubbing the sore cheek. If I was awake, I don’t know what would have happened…Twitches are known for torture, drawing out any pain they tend to inflict. I am slightly fortunate they didn’t get to act on such depravities. My hair sticks to the back of my neck and forehead. Licking my lips and brushing sweat from forehead, ‘why is it so hot in here, Orion?’ “Professor Orion, Cora.” A statement nothing more. He backs himself away from me taking a seat behind his giant oak desk likely waiting for me to explain the ass scratching. I moan, really getting at the center of the mark. The curse mark fluctuates between pain and intolerable itching. The itching may be worse. The embarrassment of itching my ass in front of someone is not lost on me. “I can’t help it.” I growl showing my teeth in warning at his smirk and raised eyebrow. ‘Ethel and her i***t sister must have broken in last night. I need money.’ Ashamed, I glance down to the mountain of books lying around his office. “No,” He states it so, simply, I don’t think I hear him correctly. “No? What do you mean, no?” I chuff fully insulted he is unwilling to help a lady out just this once. “No, as in… no. Cora, you deserve your punishment. Rightfully so, you just stole that small fortune from your ex-boyfriend, the money you seem to be trying to ask me for now. Where is that money, Cora?” “Its my money, Orion! I stole it! I can do as I please!” beyond frustrated with me he doesn’t let me finish another word. “YOU STOLE IT, FOR HIM!” He yells, standing tall not taking even an ounce of my bullshit. ‘You cannot outsmart me sly one. I hear, all!’ Tapping his fingers on the desk his impatience clear. Furious he is unable to touch me to find said location of the money solving the problem for us both. We are at a stalemate. I will not give him anymore of myself. I stare into his eyes, there has to be another way for me to stop that dickhead troll ex of mine. Yes, literal Troll, from getting his treasure back. “It really isn’t, a fortune, Orion.” I say rolling my eyes. “Asshole, cheated on me with his Ex girlfriend and guess what? She’s a troll too. Can you believe that bullshit! The b***h is ugly, most of the females of that race are. In my opinion, anyways.” Shrugging my shoulders in nonchalance. I know Orion thinks I’m stalling but my anger covers the deep hurt. I thought we had a good thing going. I shift in my seat, uncomfortable. My shirt is still covered in vomit, making me want to gag. So, I do what any sane reasonable person would do and start stripping off the soggy mess. Sitting back down in my black bra and skirt I feel better and shall I say empowered to take on plan B. I lean back in my seat slowly opening my legs revealing the space between my thighs. “Whoops, I forgot panties.” I giggle elated that I have his attention back. ‘Orion.’ I whisper in my best sultry and truly desperate tone. I need a distraction from the curse. I didn’t come for money. I came for you.