Chapter 4

Age 16

“Belle! Belle!”

Jezzebelle poked her head around her locker and readjusted her reading glasses.

“What do you want you baby bouncing curls of doom.”

Maddilyn was a friend if not another sister to her. They hung out more than she did her own sister. She even had the pleasure of meeting Lord Cesare and Lady Adelina. They tell her stories of their heritage. Their family came from Italy and they were fourth and fifth generation. Jezzebelle has seen their Head of Household Lord Alessandro. He was a quite Ancient with a lot of wisdom even though he was only at the age of 800. Which to Jezzebelle was a lot of years.

Maddie had these strawberry curls that was naturally curly so half the time she got made fun of not brushing her hair which was not the truth. She had brilliant sea green eyes. She was still in her human phase, not yet an Elite. An elite is a fancy word for a vampire. You get powers and the Bloodthirst, healing capabilities, inhuman strength and speed. Each vampire is different, rarely do you get a vampire that can perform elements and fly.

They were taught in school the more magic you use the more blood you need. She noticed Maddie lately wasn’t eating a lot like she was and her strength wasn’t there. Jezzebelle was giving her another week before she goes through the change.

“Alexander Mcfield went thru his phasing last, he looks so hot.”

She squealed with excitement and placed her books she was carrying up to her chin.

“Mads I do not trust that family as far as I can throw them.”

Maddie put her books back down and gave her a pout. Belle closed her locker and gave her the look that said stop.

“Do not give me that look. You know I am right.”

Jezzebelle picked up her book bad and shook her head.

“Oh come on Belle, they aren’t that bad and you know it.”

Turning around Jezzebelle started walking away from her.

“Maddie you know why I despise them. They would rather see the King dead than have him live another 1,000 years. Sitting on the throne without a bloodline. They see him as a dead weight. He has spent 800 years ruling this Citadel.”

Maddie groaned, she put her face up and looked at the ceiling she knew where this conversation was going.

“Come on Belle you know that nobody would suffer more harsher if an entire bloodline along with Head Matriarchs were to be convicted of High Treason. It means death and most bloodlines respect King Zephyr. The King has no problem making sure they do not cause any traitorous moves.”

Jezzebelle halted her steps so abruptly that she caused Maddie to bump into her. Jezzebelle looked at her friend.

“I don’t blame the King. Why create and have a bloodline when it would be targeted for any family to wipe out. The lose of a child would be unbearable. Hence the reason why in the past 800 years as King he doesn’t trust his own society to give a bloodline. Now come on you don’t want to be late for your favorite class.”

“Which is?”

Belle looked at her, rolling her eyes with disgust.

“The class I am going to need to put a drool bucket underneath your mouth as you sit close to you new eye candy. You know Mr. Stud Muffin you came up to me shrilling about.”

“Okay well do you want me to get you a mop just in case it gets out of hand.”

Belle laughed at that and pulled her friend closer to the door. Both girls were walking away when around the corner three shadows listened in. One of them was highly interested in Jezzebelle and enjoyed the laughter coming from her.

“Ugh I hate this class, do I got to go.”

Sighing with displeasure she took her seat.

Etiquette and Manners class stinks. It is to make sure you knew what the rules and expectations are of the Citadel. The Male vampires are taught to respect and abide by the rules set by the Council. Females are taught that every 10 years you are allowed to breed and not run around popping kids out and be respectful.

Vampires are not to stray into the New Year. Meaning no high technologies allowed in front of the Council Members and King. No piercing of any kind other the standard piercing of ears. Absolutely no tattoos, no music outside of classical.

Jezzebelle snickered in her mind. Probably better off just keeping a pet alligator and saying its your boyfriend. The males are so prude that they treat their females like they need a leash on them.

Reaching into her bag she drug out her books and went to the marked paged she knew where it was going. She was reading the assignment that was going to take place until a little vermin decided to pinch her fingers by slamming her book down on her fingers.

“Ouch that hurt Jannelle! What the hell!”

Jezzebelle jumped out of her seat blowing on her fingers as it hurt. Holding her injured fingers she glared at her

Jannelle snickered, looking at the group of girls behind her.

“Remember Jezzebelle this is manners class, a Lady doesn’t swear.”

One of Jannelle’s friends snickered behind her and nudged her on her side.

“She’s Lord Lazarus eldest daughter. Maybe she thinks because her father is a High Council Member that maybe we should be the ones to show her respect.”

Janelle McField was a vile creature just like her brother and father. She had turned to an Elite last summer and has been nasty to her ever since. Originally she was a scrawny little thing with red hair and green eyes. In truth the only thing that changed on her was her boobs and has an attitude that needs adjusting.

“Yeah but you are forgetting she’s a half breed. Her Mommy is a human. Meaning she has dirty blood not worthy of Ladyship…”

Before Jannelle could say anymore Jezzebelle had clinched her left hand into a fist and literally punched her across the mouth. She had hit Jannelle so hard it knocked her into a couple of desks. Falling to the floor, she landed with a good thump. Reaching into her mouth she had pulled out a fang and spat on the floor. Starring at it she got up with a roar. Jezzebelle forgot about an Elites ability to being fast and almost didn’t dodge her fist swinging.

Jezzebelle went into defense move blocking moves and counter her hits.

“You go and make fun of me being a half breed. You call yourself an Elite! Your too slow Pureblood!”

Jezzebelle put her hands on the desk that was next to her. Jannelle roared once more and came for her. Putting her foot on the desk, Jezzebelle shoved it into her stomach causing her to be pushed against the wall along with the desk. Advancing on to Jannelle she was almost to her when her three friends came out of nowhere and held her arms so she couldn’t move.

Getting up from the wall Janelle got up from the floor and with her speed she ended up in front of Jezzebelle and landed a punch right to her midsection. All of the air left Jezzebelles body. Janelle was able to get two more punches in before a voice boomed over the whole room.

“ENOUGH!”