Sorry for the long wait my beasties!Its finally here! But first I want to thank you for all of your support so far! I just looked at how many reads this dark little tale had gotten and I couldn't believe it! 1.3 K reads! You guys are all fabulous! *tears up a little*

 Now we will be heading back to the castle where a resurrection spell will soon be underway, and two characters will soon meet again very shortly.....

(Note from 2019) And by the way, this is a re-write of this chapter, mainly because I feel as if I could have handled this chapter much better than I did when I was sixteen or seventeen..... Anyway, hope you darlings enjoy regardless!

It had taken you a few days of preparation for this, but you were as ready as you would ever be. Honestly, Much like Missi, you had been very busy over the past several days, preparing for the one event, the grand finale in the dark orchestra of your lives.....

The resurrection.

Missi didn't know it yet, but she was going to be in for a whole world of hurt..... You felt your lips draw up into a smile at that, curling over your teeth at the mere thought that your former best friend would soon be getting exactly what she deserved........

Of course, like every well-thought out, foolproof plan, you needed to watch, and wait, and look for the right opportunity to exact your highly foolhardy plot.

And when it did come time, you needed to act fast......

1st: Breaking into the library.

Missi tended to lock the library up when she wasn't researching for spells, or when you weren't browsing the vast collection of novels in your spare time, leaving the vast room shut up tighter than a bank vault when she wasn't working on the resurrection process, keeping her materials safely shut up inside....

So, due to that little fact, you'd resorted to making like a thief in the early hours of the morning, using an invisibility spell to ensure that you wouldn't be spotted by Minoise, getting Spike to go and swipe the key..... Easy peasy! You were a little surprised that Missi hadn't noticed......

But that was probably nothing you should be overly concerned about.... right?

2nd: Grabbing the book.

This was decidedly more difficult, giving the fact that Missi would most definitely notice if you'd taken the book outright, or just happened to have decided to "borrow" it from the library's shelves on a whim for a bit of "light reading"......

Thankfully, you hadn't just been moping around this past year, you had more than a few tricks up your silk sleeves yourself.....

Of course, replacing the book with a practically identical volume was too easy. Just grab any violet, blank-covered novel of similar size, and you were in the clear.....

Now, you were able to read through the spell and start preparing for the next phase in your plan.

Or at least, struggle through a spell that was largely inscribed in Latin, bristle with fear at the gristly warnings of being devoured by beings with far too many teeth and tentacles, and try to puzzle out the exact pronunciation of the 

 Okay, your Latin probably wasn't up to par with that of the ancient witches and warlocks who'd written this tome, but with your 

3rd and final: Resurrection

Tonight was the night. Missi had already left the hallway after setting up for her latest attempt. Being Missi, she had almost everything set up in place, the cauldron, the pentagram drawn on the floor in blood-red chalk, and Duke's clothes in a pile on the floor nearby. And since you hadn't seen hide nor hair of Missi for at least a couple of hours now, you could assume that she wouldn't be back from her nightly flight for quite a number of hours, maybe even until a few hours before dawn broke, giving you more than enough time to complete the incantation......

And boy oh boy, wouldn't she be surprised to see who would be waiting for her once she got back....

The imagined look of shock upon Missi's face was almost too good to not laugh over for a couple of moments.....

You were finally prepared. Everything finally in its place, the candles, the clothes, the pentagram, everything was finally ready.

All that was missing was the final ingredient....... The last vital component of the spell......

Your lifeblood. Or would it be unlifeblood since you were, you know, not exactly...... a member of the living anymore. And what of what would happen when you had to  break open your pale skin to bring out the necessary droplets of plasma.....

You hadn't exactly tested what would happen, per say, heck, you were still struggling with all of that Latin you had to memorize!

But you'd probably cross that bridge when it came time.

A flurry of wingbeats interrupted your thoughts. It was Spike. You'd specifically instructed for the little flying rodent to specifically stay put, not go investigating to where you were going.....

But apparently, your little friend was too stupid to even follow the simplest of directions, as was typical of a small bat.

Turning around, you offered your most stern expression. "Spike! I told you to stay put, you stupid bat!" You couldn't afford to have him near this, just in case something took a turn for the worse....

After all, you knew you could handle yourself, no matter what came your way....

Most unfortunately, Spike didn't seem to understand why you were so upset, instead choosing to fly around you in worried circles, making worried little noises. Your friend was worried about you, showing genuine concern over your safety.....

He'd be loyal to you, no matter what, that much you knew was true.

Spike nuzzled your hair worriedly, making worried peeping sounds.

"Come on silly bat......" You managed to shoo your little buddy away, motioning for the mini bat to go and head back to the nest...

You didn't need him here, you could handle yourself.....

And with that, Spike flew off, the beating of his tiny wings fading as he flew off down the hall, turning the corners that'd lead him back to your little nest, leaving you.....

Alone once more.

The realization of that nearly stopped your breath in you chest, a wave of panic crashing over you.

You couldn't be alone, you just couldn't..... What if you failed..... What if you did something wrong and the spell didn't work.... What if.... What if......

Taking a few shaky breaths, you brushed a finger over your necklace, the one charm that kept you anchored to the world, kept you sane....... Your magic charm, as you called it.

It had belonged to your Dad. You had began to wear it again as of late, because you figured it would give you extra luck(which you figured you needed, considering what you were about to undertake and all). After all, didn't he used to call it his lucky charm? It hadn't worked for him of course, because he had disappeared in the middle of the night shortly after he had given you it almost 10 years ago. It'd been a gift from your twelfth birthday, all wrapped up in a beautiful little box covered in black velvet, tied with a pretty little smoky grey ribbon, a present that your dad had picked up just for you, for his "Stardust" as he so affectionately called you.....

The memory brought a smile to your face in spite of it all.

He'd said that it was a good luck charm, that it'd bring you good fortune when you needed it the most......

But where was good fortune when your dad..... No, you couldn't think about that now, not now, in fact: Never ever! You couldn't afford to 

 But you figured that you needed all of the luck you could tonight.

Almost instantly, your mind flashed to a particuarily unpleasant memory, about that night so many years ago you couldn't even dare think about.....

"Honey, sometimes...... love isn't enough to make two people stay-

No, you needed to put the memory away, forget it, shove it to the far recesses of your mind, squash all of your weakness into a pulp, bury your feelings far beneath the surface.....

No, you couldn't think about that now, after all, your dad disappeared, like Meg Murry's father had done in Wrinkle in Time, on the run from a noseless wizard, stranded on a deserted island and trying anything in his power to get back to you, mom, and your sister......

He'd come back to you, he'd come back, he'd come back.....

Any story you could tell yourself was far better than having to think about what really happened.

Resolved, you began the ritual, any further doubts squashed from your mind. No more time for weakness now.

Picking up the spell book, you opened it up to the resurrection spell and began the incantation.

Reciting the spell, you began to light the candles at the edges of the pentagram. This was simple enough, you'd lit candles before, so the rest of the spell should be a piece of cake....

Right?

"... for you who sleep in stone and clay, heed this call, rise and obey, pass on through the mortal door, assemble flesh and walk once more...."

You'd known from reading the spell every word had to have the right pronunciation, be spoken with the right meaning, otherwise....

Well, you didn't even wish to consider an otherwise, the grisly warnings proved that for certain.

Gathering up the bundle of clothes, you dumped them unceremoniously into the depths of the cauldron....

"Corpus levitas, diablo daminium, mondo viciim....."

Now, for the final stage of the spell....

Putting down the open spell book, you reached into the pocket of your dress a pulled out a knife, a very twisted and ancient looking instrument, razor sharp, and extremely dangerous-looking.

Reciting the last part of the spell, you gripped the knife tightly in your hand and moved it closer to your outstretched palm, trying to ignore how your fingers trembled around the handle of your blade, your resolve beginning to waver...

It'd be simple, you tried to convince yourself, like getting a shot at the doctor's office, only you weren't getting vaccinated for anything, except maybe for revenge......

No more doubts now, you needed to remain focused, put all of your energy towards what was to come....

Then, putting the sharpest part of the knife to the skin of your outstretched palm, you took a deep breath and dug the tip of the knife into your outstretched palm. Actually, you plunged the tip of the iron blade right in to the center of your palm, a miniature geyser of blood gushing out from the opened wound, pain blossoming like a twisted bloom in your mind, nearly making you utter a shriek at the burst of pain.

Oh god, it hurt, ithurtithurt......

Tears instantly welled in your eyes and you gritted your teeth as blood welled on your palm. God, who knew that your own plasma could do something like that, something that you'd only seen used for comical effect in horror films......

Maybe you'd cut a little too deep, you were pretty sure that blood wasn't supposed to gush like that....

You could have sworn that you heard a high breathy laugh coming from the balcony above you, high, feminine, and mocking, making you nearly leap out of your skin at the sudeness of the sound.

Was somebody..... Watching you?

Whirling around, you frantically scanned the room. Nothing. Just a deserted hall, a shadowed alcove, velvet curtains thrown open to show the early hours of a twilight sky.....

Nothing you should be concerned over.

Maybe you'd been just hearing things, a result of your overly jangled nerves, a final screw-you from your anxiety..... Yes, that had to be it, the only completely sound explanation for what you'd just heard.

Gritting your teeth, you squeezed your hand tightly, the blood dripping from your closed fist into the cauldron. This hurt even worse than the actual plunging of the dagger into your tender flesh, irritating the open wound, blood snaking its way down your flesh and dripping into the cauldron...

At least the bleeding had mostly ceased after you'd unfurled your fist, leaving a very 

It'd heal, you told yourself, it'd heal, the pain was nothing to someone like you....

Peering over the side of the cauldron, you held your breath. Come on.... come on.... come on.... something had to happen soo, something that had to signify that you were on the right track, that you hadn't completely bungled this incantation.....

Would it work? You were certain you'd followed the instructions precisely, uttered every syllable, collected every ingredient necessary..... it had to work. 

God, you hoped it would. After all, this was your one and only shot at getting any form of revenge against your former friend.....

Nothing happened for a few agonizing moments...... Making you fear the worst, that you'd failed, that you were nothing but a pathetic, friendless little nobody....

Holding your breath, you waited, leaning over the cauldron....

Wait, that flicker of movement from out the corner of your eye, that was.... the cape, retreating into the depths of the cauldron as if something had pulled it in there.....

A burst of light, sickly red in color, flooded the room, the sheer suddenness of the glare nearly blinding you with its strength......

Throughout it all, you could just barely make out a figure, rising up through the burst of light, extraordinarily tall and impossibly thin.....

Your eyes widened in surprise.  

You'd actually done it......

Duke's P.O.V:

Disoriented, he opened his eyes. The world span for a brief moment, a whirl of lights, sound, and shifting colors that greeted him was almost too much, nearly making him close his eyes just so he could be presented with that comforting blackness......

Blinking again, the world shifted back into its proper order, shapes solidifying back into discernable objects, that annoying pale ring of light vanishing entirely as his eyeballs got used to their surroundings.....

What had just happened?

The last event he could recall was cozying up next to one of the gorgon sisters, the feel her supple ruby lips  as she kissed his neck, the tingling pleasure as he moved his mouth lower; lower,  his hand against the smooth flesh of her stockinged thigh, faint moans of pleasure escaping from her parted lips.....

Then...... nothing. One moment he was in has palace, Euryale underneath him, feeling exquisite pleasure.....

The next...... it was like a picture on a television screen, blinking out of existence with one flick of a remote, leaving the world bathed in inky darkness.....

Then.... well, he couldn't exactly remember what had happened after that. Just this feeling, this sensation of being pulled, being dragged somewhere....

And he was now.....

Where exactly?

Back in his castle, as it would seem. It hadn't changed in the year he'd been gone, looking virtually the same, save for an ocassional cobweb in the alcove.....

A voice startled him out of his reverie. "Oh my God, it worked...."

That voice, he'd heard it once before, quite some time had passed of course, but he just couldn't exactly place where he had heard it......

Turning his head, he regarded the f/c haired girl with an expression of disdain. This chick had balls if she'd decided to-

Oh.

Now, he remembered.

Of course. It was that girl from that fateful night, the stubbon little tomboy in black with the h/c hair, the one who'd 

Didn't she have a friend with her, some little mousy-looking bookworm with glasses and some sort of silly name? Messy or something......

The girl noticed his gaze upon her, and her posture immediately stiffened in response.

She noticeably tensed up, regarding his less than amused expression. With the whole set-up, the cauldron, the pentagram, the whole nine yards, it was obvious what exactly had gone on down here while he was living it up in the Land of The Dead.....

The resurrection spell. It was something he'd come across centuries ago one night, boredly flipping through novels at random just to keep his mind occupied, and to be honest, he'd regarded it as somewhat of a joke.

What would he, a practically immortal being have need of a resurrection spell? He ceritantly didn't plan on shuffling off this mortal coil any time soon.... So he figured he had many more centuries of indulgence, adventures, parties, illicit substances, lovers, and fine wine ahead of him......

"Huh. Interesting......"

She bristled, a look of uncertainty crossing her pretty features.

"W-what do you mean?" Ah yes, the tell-tale flush of embarrassment came over her pale cheeks, her eyes darting around nervously as she struggled to meet his gaze. This little doll was the type of gal who wouldn't even dare say boo to a poltergeist, a regular shy violet..... 

He smiled.

"You're a whole lot shorter than I remember."  Her ruby eyes grew as round as dinner plates before she scowled, crossing her arms over her chest- which was a rather decent rack, he might add  -narrowing her eyes as she gazed upon him with annoyance.

"Tell me, did you shrink or something while I was gone? Because you're looking a lot smaller than I remember, doll....."

The girl scoffed, rolling her eyes yet again, making Duke briefly ponder why they hadn't rolled into the back of her skull from the effort.

"Hey, I have a name you know, it's y/n. Not doll, not sugar, not whatever little derititive nickname you're-" 

Aw, look at her. Getting so worked up like that, really it was kinda adorable.....

"Oh yeah, you were the feisty one, weren't you? 

The girl  looked angry for a moment, which amused Duke for a couple of moments. There she was all of these years later, still the stubborn little girl he had tormented. Really, in more accommodating circumstances, he would have found this a real turn-on.....

If it wasn't the chick who'd tried to brain him with a candelabra.

Yeah, he still hadn't forgotten about that little fact, most unfortunately...... Funny how you seemed to remember a lot more about the details of your demise after you'd been resurrected....

"Gee, that's so nice of you, you really know how to compliment a girl.... " Yeah, it was pretty obvious to anyone with eyes in their skull that the chick was oozing sarcasm from every visible pore. 

"But then again, you're one to talk seeing that you basically tried to..... force yourself on my friend the last time we met, so I'd keep your mouth shut about my size! Unless you want me to start talking about....." Her lips curved upwards into a mischievous smirk. " Your....." She never even finished the sentence, instead stifling a laugh at whatever she'd been about to say.

Duke's eyes narrowed. Okay, that was uncalled for.

He may have been many things, but a rapist? Never!

And he HADN'T tried to force himself upon that little mousy chick with the glasses, he'd thought that SHE wanted it, that she'd succumbed to his considerable charms.....

Heck, she'd practically welcomed his advances, so who could blame him for trying to reciprocate her feelings, he'd have to be struck dumb not to do anything to show the girl that her affection was most welcome.....

Or at least until she gave him the ol' smackaroo with his cane....

Honestly, this frigid bitch needed to remove the pole that was squarely shoved up her pert little ass.....

But unfortunately, he needed to have her close by for the time being, just until he managed to locate his cane, wherever it had gotten to.....

Hopefully the rest of her personality wasn't as infuriating....

Third person P.O.V:

After grabbing his hat off the floor and placing if squarely upon his head, he started off down the hall, leaving y/n staring mutely after his retreating back.

Jeez, no thank-you or anything? After all, it wasn't like she'd resurrected him from the dead or anything like that.....

"You're welcome." Y/n muttered sarcastically as she tried to keep up with Duke's long legs. With her own much shorter legs(at least compared to those of the lanky vampire), how did he expect her to even catch up with him? He'd leave her in the dust every time with those noodle limbs, that was for sure.....

Look inside

Look inside your tiny mind,

now look a bit harder

Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired, of all the hatred you harbor!

"So doll, tell me. Didja just resurrect me for the proverbial shits and giggles or is there some other reason you've brought me back to this mortal plane....."

Momentarily caught off guard by that statement, y/n struggled to provide a satisfactory explanation, panic already clouding her mind as she struggled to even conjure up a decent sentence.....

Also, could he PLEASE stop looking at her for just five minutes? She was already anxious enough, his glare wasn't helping things in the least.....

Crud. How was y/n supposed to explain this. "Oh, I decided to resurrect you because my former friend has appeared to have gone insane, and turned into this powerful vampires, and I resurrected you just because I knew it'd make her pissed off, and that you'd probably.... I don't know, take away her power or something? I really didn't have a plan for what'd happen after the resurrection process, mainly because I wasn't sure it would even work in the first place..... Holy shit, it actually worked....  Only now that I think of it, I really didn't have much of a plan on what I'd do once you were resurrected from the dead and all....." 

Yep, that'd totally go over well, she thought sarcastically. It totally didn't seem like some spur-of the moment plan put together by a attention-starved teenage girl with a petty grudge against her former best friend......

Thankfully for y/n, she was saved from an increasingly awkward explanation when the sound of... something moving around up in the alcove drew the pair of vampire's attention away from their conversation by the sound of a very familiar voice.....

So you say it's not okay to be gay,

well I think you're just evil

The presence, the sheer feeling that there was some foreign entity, something in the room with them, watching, waiting, was so overpowering, so disconcerting.....

Nothing.

Then what had been that vague sound, the sound of something..... moving, far above their head, in the alcove.....

But there was nobody within this hall, save for the two vampires, who else could have possibly-

The realization washed over y/n like a fog, making her curse aloud, drawing a rather quizzical side-glance from Duke in response to her burst of profanity.

Of course! It was so obvious now, how could she have not put the pieces together before? It WAS rather convenient that Missi hadn't interfered in any way when she'd prepared to undertake the resurrection spell, that she'd allowed for y/n to snag the spell book away from her so easily.....

Missi had set her up.

God, she was so stupid, such a brainless ninny to even consider the possibility that Missi would have just let her do the resurrection spell without any consequences.....

She was really an idiot, nothing but a idiot for even thinking along those lines....

You're just some racist,

who can't tie me laces,

Your point of view is medieval!

Okay, this was getting much too strange for his liking. At least he'd be able to take care of this unwanted intruder soon enough....

 Out of reflex, he reached for his cane.......

Only for his hand to close around nothing, a worryingly empty space where the smooth oak should have been.....

Panic bloomed in his chest, sending him in a frenzy, checking every inch of his upper body, for any sign that this wasn't happening to him.....

Where was it?

"What have you done with it?" It was gone, completely missing from its rightful place at his side, missing, vanished without a trace, without it....

He was nothing more than an extremely handsome, charming, but also powerless individual, incapable of preforming any sort of magic, doing any of his many tricks....

Footsteps, a clicking of heels that increased in volume as... somebody neared the two vampires, the cane clutched tightly in one hand, a wicked grin playing on their lips...

"Well, maybe-" But y/n never did finish.

The candles in the hall all ignited, one by one, and with that, it was time to make an entrance....

Fuck you! (Fuck you!)

Fuck you very, very muuuuuch!

Well damn. Duke could have sworn that the mousy chick was still..... a mortal when he'd last checked, a shy little thing whom he'd tormented that long-ago eve.....

This chick, wasn't exactly shy anymore, a kind of dark grace to her movements, wickedness twinkling within the depths of her ruby eyes as she stepped of the stairs, 

Did he manage to bite that supple little neck of hers, manage to somehow change her from mortal into immortal, felt the taste of her sweet plasma upon his throat....

Naw, he probably would have remembered something like that. Besides, what sort of idiot would willingly turn one of the broads who'd caused his demise?

Come to think of it, he couldn't exactly recall why the f/c haired girl was no longer a mortal, either......

And wait, what was that, that thing of glinting silver that she held tightly in one hand.....

Cause we hate what you do,

and we hate your whole crew so please don't stay in touch!

No. What was that broad doing with HIS cane? That little bitch stole it from him, taking his rightful property......

Well, she wouldn't be in possession of it much longer, that was for sure! That cane belonged to him, and even if her had to pry it out of her icy, lifeless fingers, he'd have it back in his possession once more.....

Squaring his shoulders, he stalked over towards the dusky-haired vampiress........

Fuck you! (Fuck you!)

Fuck you very, very muuuuch!

A powerful blow from the cane sent him sprawling across the floor, landing in an undignified heap at the foot of the stairs, head already spinning from the tumble.

Gah! 

And that crazy bitch had the nerve to mock him while he was still down, dancing like that, Duke was sure he didn't look THAT ridiculous when he danced....

Y/n, on the other hand, tried to run, to vanish from the entire situation entirely, to go back to her little nest and pray that Missi wouldn't come after her there.....

With a roll of her crimson eyes, Missi reached out a single hand, grabbing y/n squarely by the collar of her dress, before y/n could even begin to break out into a run, the startled f/c haired girl briefly letting out a gasp of air as the oxygen left her lungs, stiff fabric pressing into the tender flesh of her neck....

With a sudden flick of her wrist, y/n slid to the floor at her feet, the f/c haired teenager gasping as air once again entered her lungs...

Missi regarded y/n icily.

Did y/n really think she'd be let go, just like that? She wasn't just here to get revenge on a certain hatted bastard of a man.... She had things planned for the both of them, and y/n couldn't just be allowed to leave so soon.

Her traitorous friend wouldn't be getting out of this THAT easily....

Cause your words don't translate,

and it's getting quite late so please don't stay in touch!

Okay, now the bitch was going to get it, cane or no cane, nobody disrespected him in his own castle without paying for it.....

Marching towards the girl, he was so caught up in his rage that he didn't even pay any attention to the grin that slowly inched its way across Missi's face....

Struggling to her feet, y/n froze for just the briefest of moments, the smile she witnessed upon Missi's face chilling her down to the marrow of her bones....

That proved foolish.

With a single tap of the cane, a web of cracks spread out in the ground, making a beeline for a pair of vampires....

A gaping hole quickly opened underneath the two vampires, ancient marble splitting in two,  more webs of cracks forming in quick succession, bits of ground crumbling as the earth gave a little heave....

Y/n let out a yelp of surprise, as Duke's nails quickly dug into her back, the vampire struggling to keep his footing of the precariously small ledge, the only thing keeping the both of them from falling into the abyss below....

Y/n gritted her teeth in frustration. 

"Let go of me!" Why didn't this jackass let her go, release his claws from the tender flesh of her back? The way things were going, he'd end up dragging the both of them down that yawning maw of a hole.....

Do you get,

Do you get a little kick out of being small minded?

With one well placed kick from a heeled foot, both vampires were sent flying down the chasm, nothing but the sound of y/n's panicked yelp to even suggesut they'd been there at all.....

Well, she surely couldn't let the fun end there, there was ever so much more she had planned for him and the little traitor, she definitely couldn't miss out on it!

And with a single graceful leap , she allowed herself to be overcome by the rush of gravity.....

You want to be like your father,

his approval you're after

If this was happening to anybody else, say a character in a novel, being played out by a cast of likeable characters on a television show, or even part of one of the countless horror films she watched so avidly, y/n would have dissolved into gales of laughter by this point.

Honestly, it was like something out of Alice in Wonderland, with all of the furniture, the paintings, the candles from the resurrection spell, the books..... she almost expected to run into a white rabbit in a little jacket carrying a pocket-watch, going on and on about how late he was going to be....

And were all of the objects falling at the same speed as they were due to the force of gravity? Or were they merely suspended in the air by no known force, made appear that they were falling currently at what seemed like the speed of sound?

Or was that just the fact that they were seemingly plummeting towards their doom that made it seem that way?

Who knew?

Duke on the other hand, wasn't amused by this in the slightest, eyes narrowed, muttering dark profanities under his breath, most of which involved a certain pair of female vampires....

That was until Missi appeared once more, gesturing with the cane towards a passing painting....

Missi drew their attention towards  a portrait of a handsome, well dressed man with dark hair as they fell, the ornate frame suspended in midair as if held by invisible strings....

Y/n could barely make out the picture as they fell, but it appeared to be a well-dressed man, Gothically dressed, chiseled features, long dark hair, a purely disdainful expression on his face, as if he considered himself above whoever gazed upon him....

Who the heck was that guy..... He certiantly doesn't hold any sort of resemblance to Duke as far as I could see..... I mean, this guy looks like he belongs on the cover of a magazine or something, while Duke looks like he was raised by people from the planet noodle.......

Practically vibrating with rage, Duke made a move to grab the violet-haired vampiress, to wrap his pallid hands around her slender little neck....

Fortunately for Missi, gravity soon caught up with the pair of vampires, leaving them plummeting into the abyss as she alighted gently upon the nearest ledge, a wide grin spreading across her face.

Well that's not how you'll find it

Stepping gracefully of the ledge, she drifted down to the ground, nary a bump or bruise upon 

That was rather calming, she felt so much more relaxed now that she hadn't laid eyes upon those two for a couple of moments...

Good, her "friends" had arrived before her, sprawled in little undignified lumps like the pathetic little worms they were. Didn't that movie y/n show her once upon a time say something like that? All she remembered was that the film involved the heroine in her underwear and bra for eighty percent of the time, and something about a cross-dressing Tim Curry.... 

But enough of that.

Really, had she expected any less? After all, she was in the company of a traitorous, self-serving bitch, and a perverted, smarmy, bastard....

Do you,

Do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?

Eyes glowing with rage, she stalked closer to the two vulnerable vamps...

Cause there's a hole where your soul should be,

you're losing control of it and that's really distasteful!

Geez, did Missi really have to go and grab her by the hair like that? Sure, it wasn't the most painful thing the young vampire had experienced tonight, but the sheer feeling that her own hair was about to be ripped out by the roots was almost far too much for her....

Duke wasn't faring that much better, having been grabbed by the collar with the silver tip of his own cane.... It was almost symbolic in a way, Missi reflected, the tormenter having becoming the tormented, like something out of a novel...

With that, she released her two captives, she gracefully made her way up a tower of long-dead, bleached white bones.....

And....

What. The. Fuck.

Okay, was there a spell y/n had missed about making ..... really insanely cool effects. Because one had to admit, it was kinda impressive.

And if y/n was currently on the receiving end of whatever Missi had planned, she would have been totally down with this whole thing. 
Honestly, if she wasn't fearing for her life and hadn't betrayed her best friend, she would have asked Missi to teach her whatever incantation brought forth such enchanting curls of flame coming from those skulls.....

Fuck you!(Fuck you!)

Fuck you very, very muuuuuuch!

With a graceful leap,

And preformed a few moves worthy of 

Cause we hate what you do

and we hate your whole crew

so please don't stay in touch!

Okay, did he REALLY look that silly when he was dancing? It HAD to just be some sort of unflattering intimation  that the little bitch had cooked up just to watch him squirm.... Because there was no way in hell that he did.... THAT with his hips when he did dance..... She was just mocking him, it had to be that .....

A glance over to y/n confirmed that, yes, she really did think he looked ridiculous....Or at least that was what the unamused expression across her pretty face suggested.

Well, what did he expect from such a frigid broad like her? After all, she did try to brain a charming individual like  himself , so her judgement must not exactly be all that sound....

With another wicked grin, 

Duke, flinched slightly while y/n tensed up, preparing for the worst. What was she going to do now....

With a 

Almost instantly, their stony hides crackled with life, their empty eyes blazing red as they shook of the last vestiges of their slumber, immobile limbs now repurposed with new life....

Which was apparently, insulting the two vampires even further.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck youuuuuuu!

Duke, who had clearly had enough, turned and left the dungeon. After a few moments of hesitation, y/n followed him.

Honesly, what was she going to do? Just stand here like a dunce and get insulted by a handful of stone piles? At least she'd get out of the line of fire, even if for a brief moment if she followed Duke.....

But where had he gone? These halls in the bowels of the castle hadn't exactly been a point of her past explorations, so navigating the labyrinthine halls proved almost too much for the poor, bewildered vampire girl.....

There! She spied the form of the impossibly tall man making his way down the surprisingly well-lit hall, briefly glancing around before a certain door caught his interest....

Maybe he'd allow her to come into whatever hiding place he'd found for himself, even if it was for a few short moments..... she'd resurrected him after all, he at least owed her that much common courtesy...

But before she could manage to reach the door, she was greeted with the tell-tale click of a lock, the sound that signified one thing, and one thing only.....

Immedietly, y/n's blood began to boil.

That bastard had locked her out!

Angrily searching for another way inside the room, but having no good fortune of finding another opening, she flopped to the ground in a huff.

Then, something caught her ear.

What was going in there? She could hear Missi's voice, so she assumed that Duke had gotten himself into a rather unfortunate encounter with her former best friend.....

You say, we think we need to go to war,

well you're already in one

God, if only that bastard hadn't locked her out! Gritting her teeth in rage, y/n slammed a fist against the splintery wood of the oak door, yelping in pain when her hand throbbed in pain.

Guess she shouldn't have hit the door with her already injured hand....

Cause it's people like you who need to get slew,

no one wants your opinion!

Meanwhile, Duke 

Having unknowingly trapped himself in an enclosed space with Missi, all he could do was 

Geez, how powerful had this chick become exactly? He probably would have been impressed with the sheer size of her shadow-self, how she was able to so effortlessly slip into shadow like she was born to do so.....

Guess it wasn't something to dwell on when the chick in question was currently stalking towards him, the click of her heels echoing within the confines of the vast room.....

With a mere gesture of her hand, Missi's shadow came in a rush of darkness and blazing eyes, latching onto exposed flesh, crashing through wood as if were nothing more than tissue paper....

Reflexively backing away, y/n somehow managed to avoid Missi's shadow crashing through the door with Duke in tow.

That was almost too close for comfort, if she'd been any closer, she would have been pulled along too, probably getting herself into more trouble......

Whirling around, y/n managed to catch a glimpse of Missi's overly smug, wicked grin, the violet-haired vamp making a gesture with her free hand to suggest that there was something behind the teenage vampire.......       

This stopped y/n in her tracks.

Now what could she be pointing at exactly.....

Then, something smooth and inky-black, flexible like a tentacle of a large sea-dwelling beast wrapped its way around y/n's waist, before it yanked the girl backwards, sending her sailing through the air.....

Great. Just great, y/n had ALWAYS wanted to be thrown around like nothing more than a unwanted doll by her former friend.....

She barely even had a millisecond for the sarcasm to fully enter her mind before she crashed through the first oaken door.....

As she was hurdled through various doors, her dress became torn, tendrils of hair escaped from her updo, and bruises and cuts blossomed instantly on her pale s/c skin.

Well let's just say that y/n ended up just as banged up as Duke, maybe even a bit more so, due to the injuries she'd been inflicted earlier .......

Fuck you! (Fuck you!)

Fuck you very, very muuuuch!

After being thrown down a flight of stairs, the two vampires suddenly found themselves unceremoniously pushed outdoors, Missi standing before them, blocking the way back inside to the castle.

Missi regarded them with a final wicked grin, noting how much damage she'd caused....

Y/n and Duke stood outside in mute horror.

What the actual hell?

Cause your words don't translate,

and it's getting quite late,

so please don't stay in touch!

With one final roll of her shoulders, she slammed the door, right in their faces, leaving the two battered vampires at the mercy of the elements. 

Nearly knocked off their feet by the force of the slam, the two vampires landed on the hard earth....

And just to add insult to injury, it began to rain.

Very hard, pouring rain, the kind that leaves you soaked almost instantly, the kind that gets inside your boots and makes your socks soggy, the kind that soaks you to the bone and frizzes your hair beyond belief......

Y/n was practically in shock, going over every tiny detail of what had transpired, searching for some explanation, some thing that proved that she hadn't just been kicked out by her former best friend.....

This hadn't happened, this hadn't happened, maybe she'd dreamed this whole thing, maybe the next moment, she'd awake back in her nest, Spike by her side, none of this having occurred yet....

But it felt so real, all the pain, all the humiliation, real enough to prove that this was no dream, just a stark reminder of the reality the vampire girl now found herself in....

Duke, one the other hand, was monumentally pissed off, to say the least. How dare that bitch take his cane, utterly humiliate him, and kick him out of his castle! She'd get what she deserved, one way or another.... 

One way or another, that girl was going to pay.........

Missi's P.O.V:

Missi smiled at her handiwork, relishing the fact that she'd succeeded, that she'd successfully humiliated the pair of traitors so thoroughly, that she hadn't lost her cool, that she'd been powerful, powerful enough to achieve her own designs.....

She had done it!

That showed them, the traitorous bitch and the bastard, that she was not a force to be trifled with, that she could do so much more than humiliate them, that she could make their unlives a living hell if she so wished, that she could....

Kill them, right then and there, spill their blood upon the earth, hear the snap of their fragile necks, marvel at the way their splattered bodies formed a kind of twisted artwork.......

Kill, kill, killkillkill.......

Her eyes blazed red as she imagined her disturbed fantasies, visions of death playing out behind her eyelids.....

Then the demonic glow in her eyes faded, and her smile faded off her face. As if realizing the gravity of what exactly what she'd done, what she'd been even considering, her hands slid mutely to her sides. 

What was going on? She'd gotten her revenge, so why was she even considering something so unlike her something so purely....

Insane. Oh god, they were coming again, she could hear them now, whispering, muttering their nasty little feet crawling along the inside of the walls, searching, ever searching.......

Horrified, Missi turned and ran from the door, all the way back to the library. Once there, she flopped to the ground, drawing her knees up to her chest, her panicked breaths

All her thoughts flittered around inside of her tortured psyche, a whirlwind of panic and dread.

What have I done?

She'll hate me after this, she won't even want to even look at me.....

But I had to do it, she betrayed me, he hurt me....

But....

But....

God! She couldn't even get her own feelings in order about this! Everything was just a buzz of information inside her tortured skull, 

She looked around the room in a state of panic, before regarding the cane that was still clutched in her hands. God, this stupid thing, this stupid cane, why had she ever picked it up?

All it had ever done was bring her misery.....

Toying with her mind, making her see all of those horrible things, the nightmares.....

If she had never taken this stupid thing none of this would have happened!

She made a move to snap it in half......

Just then, a flash of white hot pain went through her body, making her gasp out loud. It was the very first action of violence taken against her by her mentor, Lilith may have occasionally snapped at her, berated her, offered the occasional bitchy remark about her personality......

But she'd never willingly hurt her like this......

God, it felt like her nerve endings had been doused in molten metal, like her insides had been set aflame......

And just what do you think you're doing? You were doing so well, why did-

Missi gritted her teeth and yelled: "I can't do this anymore Lilith, I'm done...... I can't take it anymore...." Tears pricked the corner of her eyes. "It's so hard.... I can't take it.... the nightmares, the pain.... I just want it to be over...."

She was finally confessing everything she felt over the past year, every little insecurity that had been squashed down suddenly unfurling inside of her like some sort of twisted garden

Broken in spirit, she awaited for the barrage of words, the final damning words of her mentor calling her weak, nothing more than a silly girl playing dress-up in a castle, a weak little nobody who deserved nothing good to happen to her ....

Everything Missi knew to be true about herself. After all, she was nothing, nothing at all, nothing worth remembering, nothing special..... Just nothing. That's all she was and all she'd ever be....

Oh darling.......

For once Missi allowed all of her emotion to pour out of her, tears sliding down her cheeks, chest heaving under the weight of painful sobs, nose running, cheeks turning blotchy....

She was such a mess, such a bloody mess, a real ugly-crier.....

It's alright, it's alright.... Just let it out...... You're not weak,you're not weak for showing how you feel.....

Was Lilith actually..... comforting her? The vampiress had offered words of encouragement, built up her confidence, helped her to look upon the world she now inhabited with something more than apprehension, brought her out of her shell; little by little......

But she'd never offered her genuine comfort, the kind one normally longed for when you were sad, or when you just needed someone to be there for you.....

It felt kinda..... nice. Nice to know that through it all, Lilith would always be there for her, that she'd always care, despite what she said about not being weak....

It felt....

Like having a friend.

After a couple minutes, Missi sniffled, wiping away the last of her tears with her silky sleeves. She felt a bit better now, although not completely, but allowing herself to cry had certainly made most of 

Dry your tears, you can't afford to get those lovely eyes of yours all puffy. A very unpleasant look for a sorceress such as yourself, 

Despite it all, Missi offered a tiny smile.

Same old Lilith, always back-tracking when she did actually show Missi any emotion that she normally deemed unnecessary.....

Go and relax, you've had a very busy night after all.....

Missi breathed out a sigh of relief. "Okay. You're right, I do need to relax...." And you know what, she did? After all, humiliating a traitorous best friend and the bastard of a vampire who had ruined your life over a year ago.....

Of course darling! Am I ever not?

You know, she was right about that.

After the beating she'd given those two, one would probably assume those two wouldn't darken her doorway any time soon.....

Say for the next century or so.

But if they ever did.... Oh, she wouldn't want to be either of them........

????? P.O.V

Damn, these vampire chicks sure are crazy! Hazel definitely wasn't kidding about that! (I hate it when she's right. Stupid witches.) At least I'll be able to get some entertainment other than runnin' errands for that bitch in the woods with those two chicks around......

But who was the crazy one talking about again?

Lilith?

Mistress? She's back? But I thought that she-

Never mind that! 

Hazel would probably want to know about this if I know her,(like I do) but I'll just keep this juicy little tibit of information to myself for the time being.

It's more fun that way after all! I mean, a succubus has gotta keep some secrets for himself, if ya know what I mean.....

And besides, Hazel might be outta the whole "Mistress" game pretty soon......

I'm finally finished! Sorry for the long wait beasties, I've been really busy and have had very little time for writing the chapter!

Anyway, let me just clear some thing up for you.

First off, no the mystery voice at the end of this chapter is not the OC that will be in the question and answer. (and I also mentioned another one of my OC's in this chapter if you've noticed.)

He will be appearing in the future, along with a few other OC's that I've created, but some I will be saving for the future.

Secondly, the next part I will be doing in story will be a question and answer with me-your beloved author-chan- and a female OC that will be appearing in the future!

I'm mainly doing this because chapter 4 isn't out yet and I'm kinda stuck until it's done.

Anyway, I'll be seeing you soon my beasties!

Bonus note(2019): Yeah, I basically hated how I wrote this chapter, especially when I love the vampair series so much.... But then again, I wasn't too familiar with writing, or fanfiction in general...... Anyway, hope you guys liked the chapter! 

One last thing, the last bit in the chapter..... was loosely based my own struggles with my general sense of self-worth, the feeling that I'm never going to do anything worth remembering, that I'm just going to end up dying alone, that I'm a nobody....

Basically, I suffer from low self-esteem.

It's pretty on and off at times, but it's been getting somewhat better over the past year, mainly thanks to the few good friends that I'm feeling better about myself....

And writing does help too.

Anyway, hope you beasties enjoyed this little chapter, and I'll be seeing you real soon....