I've been a bad bad kitty

Her look was sharp when Freya spoke, she was never in the mood to deal with her “I’m never in my office because unlike others who have nothing productive to do, an example right before me, I actually have a job and useful things to do in my life” She snapped. The majority of the time she tried to be much calmer and patient, but that was for actual students, not people who lurked around her campus willy-nilly. She would have thrown Freya of campus already if it wasn’t for the fact all she did was spray paint things and it was her duty to give sanctuary to inhumans. As long as she didn’t harm anyone. Evelyn couldn’t throw her out.

She grit her teeth and composed herself for a moment so she wouldn’t grab a pen and stab Freya in the face “Art is not what you do. You tag the school to get attention, to cause reaction because it amuses you because you obviously have very little worth living in your life” Some people just knew how to push her buttons, and she was one of them. It was very hard to hide her temper when talking to Freya, but what else could be expected? She was a Fae, and many fae loved to live off of this kind of friction. She leaned forward herself and leered at her “I am not here to be a critic. Neither is my staff”

When she stood she leaned back to look at her better, the pissed off expression not leaving her face for a second. She slowly stood and balanced her palms against her desk “You put me in one of your art works, and I will make you a permanent stain on the school floor”

Evelyn was annoyed fast. What was it with people and their disrespect in this day and age? And Freya wasn’t even a youngster, she could sense the woman was older but yet she had the attitude of a spoiled little teenage human. “I do not care for being witty or exciting” She said with a edge to her voice “The truth does not need to be flashy for it to be told.” She hated when professors tried to be creative and flashy in the classroom to keep the students attention. Why was that needed? People just needed to listen, in her day they did without question, there was no need to try and be clever to keep one’s mind trained on them so they wouldn’t get bored. She liked to get to the point, she didn’t need any pretty words to get there to interest the person she was speaking too.

“No, what matters is what I think. This is my school and since it is my school, everything that I think or say or do is the most important thing” She gave her a nasty look “Any opinion of yours is absolutely irrelevant and I could care less. You are not even a tiny dot of important to anyone here.” When she got up in her face Evelyn didn’t bat an eye, simply stared her down and reminded herself this was an unofficial student and she did not have the right to lunge forward and puncture her jugular with her fangs. But the intent was clear in her eyes. When she told her she was too late the Vampire’s eyes darkened dangerously. Maybe she couldn’t do anything to Freya, but she had people who could.

“Fae, you best be joking because if you are not, you will deeply regret it” Pure threat was in her tone and her body was tense, like she was poised and ready to grab her by the throat and at least cause a little damage for her own enjoyment. People who didn’t respect her she made them respect her and so far, she always accomplished that. She did not like being underestimated, that was her biggest pet peeve but she did like the satisfaction of proving people wrong. "If there is this so called art of me, you will remove it. Or I will make you remove it"

Years of being a obedient little house wife had taught her how to have patience, and a lot of it. But that was reserved for people who worked for her or were students that she needed to behave and stay cool and collected in front of. Freya was…damn it, Evelyn didn’t even know what she was or why she was even on campus. But sometimes people were just trouble makers and a school like this was perfect for those kinds of people. Evelyn hated those kinds of people, anyone that disturbed the peace she created would not be tolerated. “So much that you know. I do own it. Every corner is mine left to me by Victor. All the staff are mine to control. I am a puppet to no one” She said that more furiously then she should, but it was a sore subject with her. She didn’t obey anyone and was certainly not controlled by anyone. Not anymore.

When she tapped her on the nose Evelyn grinded her teeth, fangs pricking the inside of her mouth. She still didn’t flinch, she was to the point she was so angry she was frozen in place because the anger was consuming her. “I know” Of course she knew, she had eyes everywhere. She had never heard of Freya before, no one spoke about her, never saw her unless she was causing trouble so that was the equivalent to Evelyn as being unimportant, at least to her. “You won’t think it so cute when your skin is hanging in my office as an example” Who was this woman? Why did she enjoy pissing her off? She could only assume she was someone against the human students that was going in the direction of a whole new tactic to get back at her for it.

She had learned to control her Vampire nature from her sire, but Castielle had slipped plenty of times and so did Evelyn. This was one of those moments where the dangerous beast just didn’t want to take anymore verbal hits. Evelyn moved and even if someone had been watching without blinking, they wouldn’t have caught her quick movements. In just a brief second Evelyn moved around her desk, grabbed Freya by the throat and pinned her against her office wall with a loud smash. She got in her face, fangs bared “Listen to me closely, fae. You may think I am quite the enjoyable toy to play with, but do not mess with me. I haven’t killed a person on this campus for over fifty years; don’t make me break the streak” She hissed, the light gray color of her eyes now black. The door suddenly opened as her secretary came in panicked, looking over to them but Evelyn glanced to her “Everything’s fine.” She said firmly and the secretary stared for just a moment before nodding curtly and closing the door behind her.

She didn’t like it when Freya smiled, it aggravated her further but she knew she was just doing it to be a smart ass. She was behaving far better than her predecessor Victor would have handled the situation, if he had been in her situation Freya would have been dead five minutes ago, but Evelyn could not afford to have the luxury to kill whenever she felt like it. The last person she killed had been about seventy years ago, another Vampire who had come in trying to usurp her power over the school. Though he had been older then her, she had dealt with him swiftly. She wasn’t afraid to kill, but she preferred not too with her position of power.

Kinky? What the hell was wrong with this woman? She tightened her grip “I could kill you. Right now. I just need to flick my wrist and your neck would be snapped. I don’t think you seem to understand that” And she wanted too, she was ticked off enough to just deal with this disrespectful fae instead of trying to put her in her place. Her hand was steady but in Evelyn’s mind it was just twitching to do more damage to Freya, but she resisted the hunter in her to be unleashed that far. Sure Evelyn could break some bones, cause some bruises but she felt that would be going a little too far, she needed to keep some level of composure no matter how badly she didn’t want too.

When Freya began to disappear well, Evelyn could hardly say she was surprised. She had lived a long time and had seen many things, and someone turning into mist before her was hardly the most shocking. She sneered and dropped her hand away, knowing that physical violence wouldn’t work on this particular fae, at least not extended. What did surprise her though was the kiss; she could say that in three hundred years that had never happened to her before. Her eyes widened in shock and she quickly shot her head back and tried to move away from her, her eyes flashing angrily. Her first instinct was to raise a hand up to slap her, a motion she had only ever done with frisky men, but apparently there was a first time for everything, even for old Vampires.

She should have done far worse than a slap, but she was in a bit of a shock. She had met her fair share of sneaky little fae, but none of them had ever tried ticking her off by kissing her but they should have, because she was very pissed off right now. She glared at her and pointed to the door “Get out” She told her fiercely, wanting the woman far, far away. She didn’t care about the tagging anymore, she just needed the fae to go away before she did in deed start breaking bones and cause a bunch of drama that she did not need to have happen. Where was Katerina when you needed her? Well, that was more Evelyn’s fault; she never bothered with her guards when she was in the front office. She really needed to start reconsidering that.

But Freya didn’t leave…another not big surprise. When she grabbed her and pulled her close she quickly tensed. She put her hands up to try and keep Freya at a distance, but the woman still managed to kiss her again. She growled and moved her head to the side, grabbing Freya’s wrists to wrench her off, twisting her wrists if she had to just to get the woman away from her face and her lips. She shoved to try and get her pinned back against the wall, trying to keep her anger enough in check that again, she didn’t shatter any bones in the process of her anger.

It wasn’t typical for any of the students to push her buttons like this. The older one’s at times liked to try and test the waters of her authority, but a few sharp words and they left well enough alone. Even the ones that didn’t stop, their teasing never got this far, because most of them knew she would not hesitate to get violent so they would skirt up until the point of her snapping before backing off. Apparently this woman either had a death wish or some serious ulterior motives for whatever game she was playing. Evelyn did not like games. She despised them and she was holding back, but every second that control was slipping.

Evelyn wasn’t completely convinced by Freya’s little act of struggling. She had already shown she was stronger than she looked and that she could disappear at the drop of the hat. So she was suspicious from the start by her not doing either of these things, and assumed the little fae wanted to be held put for now. For the time being Evelyn didn’t care, she just wanted Freya to stop her antics, but she knew she was faking the struggling. Even though she knew Freya was acting it still felt satisfying to roughly pin her back against the wall and resume control of this utterly bizarre and undesirable situation. She gripped her much harder than she was needed, to the point that if she squeezed, Freya’s wrists were break but even when losing her temper, she had very good control of herself.

“What game are you playing fae?” She growled, her eyes locked on hers and her voice low and very pissed off. “Answer. Me” Her fangs bared “And choose your words carefully. I won’t allow any more of your antics” She was suspicious of Freya and suddenly wondered if she was sent here to mess with her and the school. It wouldn't be the first time.

When Freya flinched that brought some deep seeded satisfaction in her, though she didn’t show any of it on her face but oh, she felt it. Maybe the fae was finally starting to get the point that she wasn’t some piece of furniture that sat around all day long with her only purpose doing paper work. No, she was Dean and she ruled this campus and she kept things in line because she had power. She was not going to allow someone to stroll in her office and mock her or cause havoc for their own enjoyment. No, people needed to learn their place and she had been asserting her position since she became Dean; it was a part of the job description.

Freya’s smartass remark didn’t help the situation at all. Evelyn wanted straight forward answers from now on about what this fae was up too, and she didn’t appreciate her playing around. So, she squeezed, applying just the right amount of pressure that she didn’t break her wrists but dislocate them? Well, at least one to start off with. “No more playing. What are you intentions? What are you up too?” She was barking out her words not, interrogating her. She had to be up to something, she had too, there could be no way she kept pushing and pushing for no reason. Her question returned a very chilling look and although it was not right for her to do this, she told herself the fae asked for it.

She took her wrist harshly and flipped it up to the tender part of her skin. Then without a moment’s pause she viciously bit down on Freya’s wrist, not bothering to show an ounce of gentleness. But all she did was bite, just a quick puncture enough to inflict pain before she released her wrist and pinned it back against the wall “Yes. I use them”

At least Evelyn was conflicting pain, but wasn’t getting the reactions she wanted. Though it was to be expected knowing Freya was older then probably even herself, she could grit her teeth and bare it a lot better than someone younger would who would have cracked a while ago. When she still decided to be smart, it angered Evelyn, but she didn’t pop out her other wrist. She was beginning to see this fae liked the reactions and she didn’t want to give her any more satisfaction then was needed. So she stayed cool after she responded and resisted the urge to pop out her other wrist, but her anger stayed at the same level. She would only strike when needed but she now realized that fae wanted the anger and she didn’t want to give it to her, since it wasn’t even doing much anyway. A different tactic might be needed.

But the bite…she deserved it. Most other inhumans didn’t like to be bitten, but surprise surprise, Freya seemed to be one of the one’s that enjoyed it. Of course she did. “Be glad I didn’t puncture your vein or you’d be dying right now” If pain and threatening words didn’t work with this little pain in the ass, what would she wondered? She didn’t want to spend all day figuring out, but now that she was suspicious of her she couldn’t just make her go…not that Freya seemed too interested in leaving in the first place. How in the hell had all of this escalated? Right, because this woman was pushing her buttons for no damned reason.

“No. You’re not” She said bluntly. Really she hadn’t bitten her long enough to really taste her, she had never taken blood from someone that wasn’t human. When she licked her own blood she made a face at her, shaking her head slightly. When she forced her into a kiss again she snarled, trying to move her head back but it was hard with her legs around her waist. She released her wrists and shoved at his shoulders hard to wrench her lips away “Enough!”

She had tasted her blood alright…and it had tasted good. It was fae blood, fae blood naturally tasted good, especially to a Vampire like herself who had never tasted anything other than human blood in her life. The blood flowing from her made the hungry animal in her twist in pain, but she ignored it and just focused on the fact she’d now have to have someone come in and clean up the mess, which meant more interruption in her work. Wonderful. She kept her hands on her shoulders to keep her pinned and at a distance and was trying not to crush her, but she would start the process if another snide remark came from her mouth, she wouldn’t hold back at this point to shatter her bones if that was the only thing that would make her learn.

And there it was…the snide remark. She growled and pressed down harder, not breaking the bone yet, but a fraction yes. It may have been a big deal for a human, but for a fae who had access to nurse’s on campus who could fix fractioned bone with a potion? Not a big deal at all. She’d keep it up though until her bone was shattered and that was a hell lot more difficult and painful to fix, even with magic available. “Did that get it or shall I just snap it clean to fix the issue?” She retorted. Leave her alone if she answered a question? Well that raised a red flag. Not good at all, she didn’t like questions and she could guess this would be personal or about the school.

Her question surprised her, truly surprised her and it showed on her face. She just wasn’t expecting such a left field question from the devious fae and her head actually snapped back a bit as she removed her hands from her shoulders and from keeping her pinned against the wall. It actually made her think as she watched her and made her even more curious about what Freya was all about. It was true, everyone was afraid of her. Many questioned her authority but didn’t take her long to put them back in there place. She had to be a ruthless bitch and assert her power by force; she was still considered young for a Vampire and couldn’t let anyone overpower her. But Freya wasn’t afraid, and although it made her furiously angry, she wasn’t sure how she felt about it deep down. When she hurt others she only did it until they bent, but Freya she could probably break all her bones and she’d still laugh the twisted creature she seemed to be.

Evelyn stepped back from her and smoothed out her dress, her expression still hard and her eyes still dark. “That’s a ridiculous question” She said coldly “Now get out and I don’t want to see your face again or have you cause any kind of damage to this school”

Her office had seen its fair share of power struggles, even before she was Dean and Victor ruled the school he had gotten in plenty fights himself. Now she couldn’t speak for her mentor, but personally this was the oddest butting of heads her office had ever witnessed. She was sure her poor secretary Rebecca was pacing all around in the front office debating whether to peek in her office again to check on her boss or go straight ahead and call Katerina or Nowe. Personally Evelyn didn’t care if she did either, because both options shed snap to be left alone. She could handle Freya herself and so far she had posed no real threat, so her guards were not needed for this trivial power battle.

She should have done more damage damn it, the angry pissed off Vampire in her was telling her to do more damage but the Dean in her knew better. She couldn’t snap someone in half for her own satisfaction, she had to moderate herself and punish when needed, not go crazy. She had a reputation to withhold to be a force to be reckoned with, not a bloodthirsty woman who threw her strength and anger all around without control. But Freya’s comment made her cold black eyes turn on her like a whip cracking the air “I can break it, if you’d like” Her voice could have frozen water and she meant her words. If the fae kept pushing, she’d break her collar bone. Shed snap it, and then shed break both her wrists along with it. And crush her ribs. And shatter her knee caps….her imagination was getting away from her now.

When she snapped she gave her a smirk, feeling a sense of smugness to get a different reaction out of her other than sarcasm and playfulness. She crossed her arms defiantly and wondered why the question was so important to her. It really was a stupid question to answer, one she didn’t want to demean herself in answering. “I don’t recall ever agreeing to a deal” She said simply and turned away to walk to her desk and sit back down, just to force some self-control upon herself. But she did what Freya to leave, badly, before she did something she would regret later on. There was more blood then she wanted in her office right now, she didn’t want to create a pool. “I don’t follow other people’s requests just because they tell me too, especially disrespectful insignificant fae who have no right to be on my campus” She glowered.

When she threatened with her powers Evelyn’s fangs showed again “You would be wise to never threaten power on these grounds again. I do not take that lightly. You may not fear me but believe me, I know people that you would without question” Like Nowe or Castielle, they were far, far nastier then she was and didn’t have any self-control like Evelyn did when they were angry. She took in a breath to calm herself and clear her head “I am a Vampire. I became this way for the sole purpose to inflict pain. Does that answer your question?”

That. Was. IT. When she told her to do it Evelyn started to get up from her seat but she gripped the arms of her chair and made herself stop. No she told herself, do not do it. She reminded herself it was what Freya wanted, the anger and reaction and if she did it Freya would win…no matter how good it would feel to snap her bones. She stayed poised like that for a moment as if she was going to get up but she forced herself to sit back down firmly in the seat and fold her arms again. Nope, she wasn’t going to do it, she wouldn’t give the nasty little fae that gratification. It was time she tried a new tactic now and she kept herself calm since that was obviously not what the woman wanted in the first place.

When she sat back down she started to debate whether to call for Nowe and Katerina. She didn’t want to give up the war but she was getting sick and tired of this and all she wanted was the fae to be out of her office and quite frankly, off her campus for good. “I say it’s a threat. Anything that even remotely sounds like a threat, I quickly squash” She had once had a Wolf hint, only hint, to the fact he would kill off all human students that stepped foot on campus. If she recalled, she had called for Nowe after she had stabbed the Wolf in the gut and had Nowe dispose of him in the woods permanently. No one even hinted to trying to do harm on her campus, because she didn’t allow it. And she didn’t count that man as having killed him; Nowe had killed him, so she still could say she hadn’t killed anyone in over fifty years.

She scoffed “Blame? Hardly. I am not blaming what I am for the desires I have. It only magnifies them.” She then laughed “You don’t know an ounce about me. I do not fear myself or my Vampire nature. Quite the opposite.” Long ago she had asked a strange woman to turn her into a monster so she could kill her husband and has never regretted it. Being a Vampire gave her what she could have never have had as a human. Power. Education. People fearing her and respecting her. She looked at Freya’s hand as it bled on the desk and simply leaned forward to move her things and papers safely from the blood before sitting back and not letting it bother her. She had lost her temper enough, it was time she regained herself and the upper hand.

She didn’t trust Freya for a moment when she supposedly left. When she disappeared her eyes leered around the room suspiciously, knowing something was up. When she showed up behind her she stiffened and was ready to get up and just give in to breaking all the woman’s bones. This was enough, it really was, and she was not going to let this go on. She’d break her to pieces then get someone to her office to throw her body over the school fence and leave her there. She stiffened when suddenly she was up in the air, natural instinct kicking in and she gripped the chair tightly and looked down. “I do. Lovely view” She grumbled, playing the game as Freya did. She didn’t bat an eye, why should she? In truth she was in no true danger “Do it. Drop me. Go ahead if it’ll please you” All her bones would shatter and it would hurt to high hell, but she wouldn’t die. She’d spend an annoying and excruciating week healing, but that would be about it. “You want me to answer a question, well, you’re not going the right way about it. You are in fact getting me further away from answering”