Chapter 23 Olly
OLLY
Iwander through the university library, lost in thought and searching for a book I need for one of my classes, after stalking Rawdon through the school grounds until the bastard made his way to his office, and slammed the door like a psycho.
He's on edge now, watching over his shoulder and paranoid, just the way I want him.
I hope he enjoys the little note I left on his desk, splattered with fake blood, and how I crossed out his eyes in every photo he had in his office with giant 'X's.
I replay the sinister words I left him, and a smirk breaks across my lips.
I observe two girls whispering to each other, after giving me unfriendly, catty looks.
It's been happening for most of the day.
Everywhere I go on school grounds, people seem to be watching, and gossiping about me in whispers.
I'm usually a pretty self-assured person, not giving a shit about anyone's opinion of me, but this is grating on my fucking nerves.
It especially sucked to have to run into the collagen barbie and her cunty friends, who looked at me like shit under their overpriced heels, while laughing snidely at me.
Seriously, who the fuck has time for mean girl shit in this day and age?
Everything has somehow been made worse after my horrendous morning, first with my mom, and her douche daddy wannabe of a husband, giving me ultimatums. Cross, my psychotic, lying stepbrother, taunted me, gave me an orgasm, and dared me to break his face.
Then, to top it all off, I was confronted by the state those assholes left my bedroom in, and one of them messed with all my products.
I just want this day to already fucking end, and I still have so much to do.
I'm cranky and sore from last night's hard fucking with Sim, and Cross's fingers this morning, fighting that handsome psycho vampire, and I'm under-caffeinated and hangry.
Any one of those things alone would be bad on any given day, but adding all of them together with my lack of sleep creates a recipe for disaster, or an Ollyaster, as Cheyanne liked to call it.
God, I miss her. I could use one of her hugs right now.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?
!" I snark at the girl trying to take a picture of me on the sly.
I rip her phone right out of her hands, throw it over one of the large, tall bookcases, and fist the front of her shirt, as she lets out a surprised, frightened yelp.
"You have something to say, bitch? Why are you trying to take a picture of me?
" I demand, watching from the corner of my eye as one of her friends rushes to her defense, but halts when I bare my teeth viciously at her.
"I knew you had anger issues, unhinged princess, but wow," the sultry voice comes around the next bookcase, and the pretty pale vampire meets my suspicious gaze, his hazel eyes filled with mischief as he takes in my current predicament. Ah, dammit, this day just got worse, great.
"Nice lump, nosferatu." I smirk when I get a good look at the damage I bestowed on him last night in the ring, and it fills me with giddy satisfaction. The bruising all over his face really compliments his eyes, if I do say so myself.
"Nosferatu? Naw, girl, he was an ugly vampire, and we both know I'm fucking hot, at least Brad Pitt in 'Interview with a Vampire' hot.
" The corner of his lip lifts, showing me his pearly white canine, as he takes another step closer to me, and the look of offense doesn't leave his features.
The girl still in my grasp yanks hard, ripping her own shirt in her desperation to dislodge my hold.
She falls on her ass, and scrambles backward like a crab, in her haste to flee.
If I had to guess, I would say she's more afraid of the malice radiating from the pretty vampire than she is of me.
Interesting. I guess looks can only get you so far, or maybe that's her survival instinct kicking in.
This guy screams 'predator’ and ‘insane' in neon flashing lights.
"Making friends, I see." He raises a dark brow as both girls run out of the library as if their very existence depended on it, and maybe it does.
His eyes scan the remainder of the students, watching this shit show unfold with unease.
"LEAVE! NOW!" He barks, and there's no hesitation, it's as if their asses are on fire as they race for the exits and flee.
I've got to give it to him, that's impressive, not that I have any intention of telling him that. I'd rather bite my tongue off.
I watch him cautiously; this guy is violent, and obviously deranged. I don't trust him, and because he's my new stepbrother's friend, that makes him even more dangerous. "What do you want...?" I draw a blank on his name, and that seems to amuse him.
"Don't worry, unhinged princess. You'll be screaming my name shortly.
Whether that's in pleasure or pain, that's strictly up to you.
Maybe a little of both." He takes another step closer, my eyes trailing over his all-black clothing, and the hairs on my arms stand on end.
"Tell me, are you a pain slut, unhinged princess?
" What. The. Fuck? This guy is delusional and certifiable.
"Listen, Dracula wannabe, don't come any closer, or I'll do more damage than I did last night.
" My body tenses, as I loosen my limbs and step away from the bookcase, so he can't trap me against it, all my training coming to the forefront of my mind.
I watch every move he makes, preparing myself to have to fight him off.
Dammit, I knew I should have brought one of Joffrey's large kitchen knives with me to school today, fuck the consequences.
He trails his long, tattooed fingers along the bookshelf, knocking books off of it at random, that crash to the floor with a thud and become obstacles to my retreat.
My eyes fixate on his thick bottom lip, as his tongue plays with the silver ring piercing located in the corner.
I'm so enthralled, that he manages to take a step or two closer before I clock him.
His heady scent of sweet cinnamon, and something spicy, fills my nostrils, forcing me to swallow a groan.
Fuck, why do all the villains have to smell so good?
"You haven't answered my question. Is that because you don't know whether you like a little pain with your pleasure?
Should we explore your limits? Just so you know, I have none, and I definitely like more than just a little pain, and lots of blood, with my pleasure.
" The seductive look across his features, I'm sure, would be tempting, if I didn't know this fucker would probably enjoy asphyxiation, and bleeding me dry, both of which, thankfully, are not part of my kink list.
"It doesn't matter what my kinks are. I'm not interested, now fuck off and go play with the other deviants you call friends."
An amused chuckle leaves his lips, and the sound sets off alarm bells in my head.
"Playing hard to get, little monster? I enjoy playing games too.
I especially like to chase." He lunges forward suddenly, and if it weren't for my ingrained training, I wouldn't have been able to deflect his attempt to grab me, and counter with a punch to his shoulder, causing him to take a step backward as he reassesses the situation.
“Who hurt you so that you learned to fight like that, little monster?”
"Don't fucking touch me!" I growl, ignoring his question as my anger fuels the spike in my adrenaline, my fight or flight is activated, and my heart pounds like a drum inside of my chest. I keep an eye out for him charging me, and attempting to box me in against furniture, as I shove chairs at him, as he keeps his aggressive forward motion.
"You see, Olivia, you made a mistake coming to Soule, one that may end up costing your life.
" One of his hands disappears behind his back, only to reappear with a sharp-looking pocket blade.
Fury fills me at its sight, and the fact that I talked myself out of bringing my own blade, deeming it unnecessary, because there was no way these guys were that unhinged.
Well, just look at me now, weaponless, and proven wrong, and shit.
“Everyone has a monster inside of them, unhinged princess. The question is, do you let yours out to play or do you need me to carve it out of you?”
"You're insane, you know that? What are you going to do, murder me in a library that twenty people saw us in?" I pick up another metal library chair and throw it at him, but it just bounces off his arm and lands on the ground, and he seems unfazed. Shit, shit, shit.
"Not before I have some fun." He rushes forward once again, and I have to throw myself over one of the library tables to get away from him, throwing books, and whatever I can get my hands on, at him in an endeavor to slow him down.
My heart pounds loudly in my ears, as beads of sweat course down my spine.
My brain is screaming that we're going to die here, killed by a psychotic fucking vampire.
I grab an abandoned laptop, and brandish it like a shield as he strikes out with the blade again.
The laptop goes flying, and a sharp sting along my forearm, where the blade has managed to nick me, catches my momentary attention.
My mouth is frozen open in shock as I watch him bring the blade to his lips, spreading the beads of my blood on the surface before he licks them clean.
"Fucking delicious," he groans. An eerily, psychotic-sounding laugh emanates from him, that has a chill breaking out along my limbs.
"I'm going to enjoy carving up all that pretty skin, unhinged princess.
I may even allow you to keep some of it intact when I'm done with you. "