Romans & histoires Fear Street: Prom Queen

Her mind wasn't there. Alec stood up and greeted the people, telling them the reason they were invited impromptu before the queen stood up abruptly, then sat shaking her head to the right and then left, pointing her index finger forward. Everyone was shocked and turned their head to look at what the queen was pointing to but found nothing. She saw the creature; the creature was in their midst; she tugged Zaccheaus, calling his attention, but as she wanted to voice out, her voice was gone, and she couldn't say anything. Her eyes widened fearfully as her face was sheen white in pure terror while her body shook in fright.

I think she knows already, but I doubt she understands what it exactly means. She walks in with her head held high. Go, love. I smile brightly at the way she held herself together, and even though I cannot read her mind, because of the powerful aura that's around her, I can tell, well, logically, that she would be still be scared of Hillary and me, but then, she appears fearless on the outside. Trust me, this is one of the many ways she can win against Cyrus, Raven, and Cornelius. By appearing like the Queen Of All Vampire's Kings that she is, she would win the bargaining.

A sound escaped my throat, and I clamped the hand the vampire queen crushed only moments ago over my mouth. I was happy and scared all at once. Maybe I wasn't ready, but I was home, standing in the middle of my room. Purple walls filled with baby animal posters. Purple curtains. Purple towels in the bathroom. I was glad to see all of it. Wistfulness swept through my veins. At the same time, there was terror. How would I confront Professor Pops and the brothers? Cindy? Gatsby? And my stepmom and dad - were they here? Not to mention Christopher. The vampire queen said he wasn't dead but how long would he remain that way? My insides quivered with a jolt of selfish happiness to note that Christo

I get so close to the werewolf that I feel its breath all over my body, and then the beast talks. "I am Manure, the maze keeper and you have trespassed my property and no one gets out alive!" I start laughing a bit and then introduce myself as the Queen of Futanari, soon to be the ruler of all the lands. Manure gets angry at my laughing and roars like a lion. I let him know that he won't scare me whatever he does. Manure slowly approaches me, testing me, to tell the truth, that I feel no fear toward him, and gets one of his paws up with very sharp claws and heads it toward my neck.

The Queen’s voice rolled out like thunder, echoing inside Emma’s skull as well as the room. “You have been prepared so beautifully, little pledge. Your cunt is open, dripping, and begging to be owned. Now… I claim you.” She dropped to her knees with predatory grace. Her hands, claws tipped in darkness gripped Emma’s thighs and shoved them even wider, folding the freshman nearly in half. The Queen’s face hovered inches from the wrecked pussy. Her long, forked demonic tongue slithered out, easily ten inches long, ridged, and dripping with aphrodisiac venom.

He was already moving, pulling me through a back corridor, past the thumping music and the colored lights until we pushed through a side door and I froze. Everyone was on the floor. Hands behind their heads. Faces down. Not a single person dared to breathe too loudly. Queen stood in the middle of it all with a cigarette between her fingers and the kind of stillness that was somehow more terrifying than noise. "Found her Boss Lady," the stripper announced. Queen turned. The hardness in her face cracked the moment her eyes landed on me, and she crossed the floor in three strides, pulling me into a hug so tight that I felt my ribs protest.

I saw fear hit her. Real fear. She shook her head once. “No…” Then she looked at him sharply. “The forest.” Alaric frowned. “What?” Her gaze darkened. “The living forest of Bloodbury.” A chill crawled down my spine. “What about it?” I asked. She turned to me, and suddenly all the softness was gone. The Fairy Queen stood straight, every inch of her radiating power. “Those forces found her.” The words hit like ice. Alaric’s eyes narrowed. “What forces?”

"Then she can beg." The Morgue Queen laughed. "You promised at the First Gate. You promised the dead groom. You promised to stand as hinge when the gods ran away." The Queen's last face was not my mother or Ava or anyone I loved. It was her own. That was the horror. A small woman with hospital bruises on her wrists, dead long before she became a queen, staring at me as if I had arrived too late on purpose. Ava pressed a hand to her temple. Memories hit her like blows.

Desirey look of fear has me smirking before she narrows her eyes at her. “You wouldn’t dare, do you know who I am?” She scratches trying to save face but the scent of her fear is strong in the air. “I am the Queen” She tries again, the witch tilts her head and smiles, lifting her hand. My stepmother's knees buckle, she hits the floor with a sickening crunch. Walking towards Desirey, she looks down, before sniffing the air.

Heather grinned as she spotlight fell on them both. “Right about now, the votes are in and all mediums are closed already. It’s time to announce the prom king and queen for this year.” Phillip grinned as he announced, lights bouncing off his pearly whites. “And the prom queen for this year's senior prom is none other than…” Heather paused, stirring little to no suspense because everyone already knew who the prom queen was going to be l. “Drumroll please.” She grinned. “Jennifer Legend!” She announced and half the crowd went up in cheers as Jen stormed the stage, a large smile plastered on her face as she walked up to get crowned.