Reaver's POV
I haven't done anything to Lila. Yet. I was gonna get her back. And get her good. I just haven't thought of what to do to her. Yet. I began following her after school. I watched her every move, like a hawk. Or rather a vampire.
One day after school, as I following her, she turned to me and said, "What do you want from me?"
I replied, "I want you to hurt. I want you to feel my pain."
"What are you going to do? Kill me?"
"No, that would be too easy. I want you to suffer, Lila. I'll make sure you die a slow and painful death. Just like the one my doll suffered."
"Are you fucking serious? This is all because I burned your dumb doll?!"
"Oh no, Lila. This isn't just about that. That is the main reason, though. You burned something that was dear to me. I want you to suffer for trying to kill me that night. And don't even think about trying to call your little Slayer friends. Not like you would. That's cowardly, isn't it Lila? You're a big bad Slayer. You wouldn't even think about calling for help. If so, you'd lose respect. Wouldn't you? I'm sure of it. Now, resume walking."
"No."
"Why not? Scared?"
"Oh, please."
"If not, then pretend I'm not even here. Keep walking."
"I don't have to listen to you."
"You're right, you don't. Fine, Lila. I'll leave. But I promise you this. Once I make you suffer, you'll wish you didn't burn my doll." I walked away.
Lila's POV
I made sure she was far away before I began walking home again. Me, scared of her? No way. I'm the best Slayer in the society. I can handle her easily. If she even tries to do anything, she won't succeed.
Later, I went out with my friends that night. We had a great time. As I began my walk home, I passed by an alley. Before I got completely passed it, a strong stench flew into my nostrils. It was rotten and metallic. It was blood. I went into the alley and examined the scene. There lay the body of a young male. His throat was slit. Blood was pouring out of the wound. I closed my hand over my mouth. Not because of the sight, well, partially because of that, but mostly because I knew the male. It was Xavier.
Reaver's POV
"Hello, Lila."
She turned around. "What are you doing here? Wait, did YOU do this?"
"Why would I, Lila? Oh, wait, because I can."
She took out her cellphone. "We need a clean up." She then hung up the phone. She then took out a stake.
I smirked.
She charged at me.
Lila's POV
Before I had time to blink, my back was against the wall at the end of the alley. It took me a moment to realize that Reaver had me pinned by the throat. I couldn't breathe.
"Not this time, Lila."
I began gagging. I tried to grip the stake in my hand, but it wasn't there! Where could it be?
"It got knocked to the ground, Lila."
I looked in Reaver's face. Her eyes were red and her fangs were glistening in the moonlight. I then dropped to the floor.
Reaver had let me go.
I gasped for air. Sweet oxygen filled my lungs.
"I won't make you suffer tonight, Lila. But trust me. I will soon." She ran off at vampire speed.
I haven't done anything to Lila. Yet. I was gonna get her back. And get her good. I just haven't thought of what to do to her. Yet. I began following her after school. I watched her every move, like a hawk. Or rather a vampire.
One day after school, as I following her, she turned to me and said, "What do you want from me?"
I replied, "I want you to hurt. I want you to feel my pain."
"What are you going to do? Kill me?"
"No, that would be too easy. I want you to suffer, Lila. I'll make sure you die a slow and painful death. Just like the one my doll suffered."
"Are you fucking serious? This is all because I burned your dumb doll?!"
"Oh no, Lila. This isn't just about that. That is the main reason, though. You burned something that was dear to me. I want you to suffer for trying to kill me that night. And don't even think about trying to call your little Slayer friends. Not like you would. That's cowardly, isn't it Lila? You're a big bad Slayer. You wouldn't even think about calling for help. If so, you'd lose respect. Wouldn't you? I'm sure of it. Now, resume walking."
"No."
"Why not? Scared?"
"Oh, please."
"If not, then pretend I'm not even here. Keep walking."
"I don't have to listen to you."
"You're right, you don't. Fine, Lila. I'll leave. But I promise you this. Once I make you suffer, you'll wish you didn't burn my doll." I walked away.
Lila's POV
I made sure she was far away before I began walking home again. Me, scared of her? No way. I'm the best Slayer in the society. I can handle her easily. If she even tries to do anything, she won't succeed.
Later, I went out with my friends that night. We had a great time. As I began my walk home, I passed by an alley. Before I got completely passed it, a strong stench flew into my nostrils. It was rotten and metallic. It was blood. I went into the alley and examined the scene. There lay the body of a young male. His throat was slit. Blood was pouring out of the wound. I closed my hand over my mouth. Not because of the sight, well, partially because of that, but mostly because I knew the male. It was Xavier.
Reaver's POV
"Hello, Lila."
She turned around. "What are you doing here? Wait, did YOU do this?"
"Why would I, Lila? Oh, wait, because I can."
She took out her cellphone. "We need a clean up." She then hung up the phone. She then took out a stake.
I smirked.
She charged at me.
Lila's POV
Before I had time to blink, my back was against the wall at the end of the alley. It took me a moment to realize that Reaver had me pinned by the throat. I couldn't breathe.
"Not this time, Lila."
I began gagging. I tried to grip the stake in my hand, but it wasn't there! Where could it be?
"It got knocked to the ground, Lila."
I looked in Reaver's face. Her eyes were red and her fangs were glistening in the moonlight. I then dropped to the floor.
Reaver had let me go.
I gasped for air. Sweet oxygen filled my lungs.
"I won't make you suffer tonight, Lila. But trust me. I will soon." She ran off at vampire speed.
Age: 15
Stereotype: The shy virgin
Sexuality: Bi-curious
Bio: Angelica is a country girl from Louisiana who has never experienced sex before but really wants to. She doesn't care if she has sex with a girl or a boy. Despite being shy, she dresses very slutty in hopes of turning someone on.
Pic: (the one with pigtails in pink)
Name: Lolana
Age: 17
Stereotype: The sexually active one
Sexuality: Bisexual
Bio: Lolana is a sex addict and loves to be in bed (she prefers being with women). She's skanky, willing, and poledances. She is known for getting straight girls into her bed. She poledances at a local club.
Pic: the one in white