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How did she get in this mess? How did she, Victoria Marie Schmidt, straight-A student and overachiever, end up on a date with the Prince of the Eighth Circle of Hell and resident bad boy, Damien LaVey? How did she find herself in the back of his car, on the run from the police with him? Let’s flash back to a little earlier that day, a couple of weeks after Halloween.
Vicky was just doodling in her sketchbook when she heard some banging on a locker. At first, she assumed that someone forgot their combination, but then she noticed Damien and Vera leaning nonchalantly against them, with Damien… shaking? Wait, no. He was just holding a locker shut, acting as if he was just getting a back massage. Vicky just walked up to them.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Nothing that concerns you,” Damien answered, only for a familiar voice to whimper from the locker behind him.
“C-come on! Let me out! Please?”
“… Do you have Oz in there?”
“Who are you, his mother?” Vera asked, filing her nails.
“No?”
“Then go away.”
“V-Vicky? Is that you?”
Okay. Now she was convinced.
“Let him out of there!”
“Or what?” Vera hissed back at her.
“Or else… uh… You don’t know what I’m capable of!”
“No offense, Doll, but it’s like we’re being threatened by a cupcake,” Damien pointed out.
“Although, if you want your friend back, you could always pay the ransom,” Vera offered.
“What do you guys want with money anyway?!” Vicky snapped. “Vera, your dad’s the CEO of a whole conglomerate, not to mention you’re a successful businesswoman in your own right. And Damien, you’re literally royalty!”
“Well, how else are we supposed to take care of our new pet? These things don’t pay for themselves, you know.”
“P-P-Pet…?” Oz whimpered.
“Excuse me?!” Vicky gasped.
“Relax, Doll, we’re not putting a leash on the twerp.”
“Not unless he wants us to,” Vera said with a sinister chuckle.
“Uh… a-actually, I-I think—” Oz began, only for Damien to bang against the door once more.
“Shut it, nerd! No one asked you.”
Now she was angry. Face still in a disapproving glare, she pried Damien off the locker, slightly electrocuting him in the process.
“GAH! The fuck?!”
She then zapped the locker open, freeing her shy friend. Vera just stood aside, just as shocked, pardon the pun, almost impressed at the short girl’s strength.
“Oz, are you okay?!” Vicky asked. Oz just nodded, running off before he could be shoved back in.
“Ugh… I’ll go after him,” Vera sighed as she slowly followed him. She didn’t need to run; her henchmen would grab him again soon enough. After regaining his senses, Damien pinned the smaller girl next to the now open locker.
“You think you’re real tough, huh?” he snarled, pressing his forehead against the space above Vicky’s head, until she could practically smell the brimstone on his breath.
“Well I’m certainly not cruel,” Vicky answered. “What? Just because I have compassion, it means I can just let people walk over my friends? I don’t think so.”
“That’s not what I asked, Blue.” Damien remarked. “I said: Do. You. Think. You’re. Tough?”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?” Vicky asked with a chuckle. “I can be tough when the situation calls for it. Why? Stumped this little Doll overpowered you?”
“No. I like tough girls, y’know…” Damien answered, still with that overconfident tone and smirk on his face.
“Do you now?”
“Yeah. Is there a problem?”
“Yeah… I’m not into delinquents,” Vicky answered before slipping from the space. Damien just blocked her path, though he has toned down a tad.
“Don’t knock it ‘till you try it,” Damien chuckled. “What say you and I go out for a little spin tonight?”
“… If I say yes, will you and Vera leave Oz alone?”
“Can’t guarantee that,” Damien answered. Vicky just continued staring at him disapprovingly. “Fine… I’ll promise, at least.”
“Thank you,” Vicky said, before taking out a slip of paper and writing something down on it. “My address. Pick me up at seven. Mother wants me back by eleven.”
And with that, the patchwork princess made her way to her next class. Damien, meanwhile, felt… odd. Odd in a good way. Vicky was almost like Liam: nerdy, preppy, but all around fun to mess with. But with her, something was… different.
There was something about her that grinded his gears, got his motor running. Maybe his interest in short girls had something to do with this as well? Whatever. He had a date with a cute nerd tonight. Might as well make it something for her to remember.
7:15 PM. Vicky was waiting in the foyer of her and her mother’s home. He was late. Of course he was. Vicky just groaned and decided to make her way upstairs. However, she then heard the rumble of an engine outside the window. The kind of purr only a high-octane vehicle could muster…
Vicky opened the door, and there stood Damien, dressed in a suit and posing next to a Lamborghini… how did he get that? Whatever. He’s a prince. He can afford it.
“You’re late,” were the first words to come out of her mouth. Was she not impressed by the grand entrance?
“Kept you waiting, huh?” he snidely answered. “I like to build the antici… pation .” He then took note of what she was wearing: a cobalt blue cocktail dress with a flowy skirt, one that, sadly, kept almost everything from the neck down completely covered. She even wore stockings to cover her legs. He never saw her put her hair in a ponytail before… it looked cute.
Next to her he saw, oh no. Dr. Schmidt? She’s already flunked him thrice in her Mad Science class!
“Ahh… not off to a great start, are we, Mr. LaVey. Tardy to my daughter’s date as you are with my class on a regular basis?”
“Aw, come on, teach,” Damien sighed. “Didn’t you teach us that time is subjective or whatever?”
“I teach Biology, not Physics,” Dr. Schmidt reminded. “You’d know that if you actually paid attention.”
“Whatever. I’ll have her back by midnight.”
“Eleven.”
“11:30.”
“Eleven, Mr. Lavey,” Dr. Schmidt growled. “Vicky, call me if he tries anything funny,” she instructed.
“Yes, Mom.” Mother and daughter shared a hug before Vicky walked over to Damien, him helping her in the car. Dr. Schmidt gave him one last-stink eye before Damien’s engine roared back up, and he started off the circular driveway and down the road.
“So… where are we going?” she asked.
“Eh, figured we just… drive around.”
“Just… drive around? We’re not gonna have dinner or watch a movie or anything?”
“Nah… just gonna play it safe,” Damien answered. “I know I can get kinda… abrasive, so I figured I’d take it down a notch.”
Vicky could’ve sworn she heard the faint sound of sirens slowly approaching them.
“Also, I totally didn’t steal this Lamborghini. I… borrowed it.”
The sirens were growing louder and closer.
“Damien…?!”
Damien took a glance in the rearview mirror… and inwardly cursed as he spotted red and blue lights getting brighter. Now, this was far from his first high speed chase. Under different circumstances, he wouldn’t panic as much, but he was on a date! He wasn’t gonna let the police ruin his date! His hand shifted gears, and his foot weighed down on the gas.
“Buckle up, Doll!” Damien yelled as he floored it, going from a relatively safe 50 miles per hour to a raging 80. Before she could even reach a seatbelt, Vicky just tumbled from the passenger seat to the back, upside down. She desperately tried folding her skirt up so Damien couldn’t catch a glimpse of her panties.
…
Right… that’s how she wound up here.
“Damien, what has gotten into you?!”
“Saving your ass from county jail, for one…” Damien muttered.
“What did you do?!” she yelled.
“I… I might’ve stolen this car,” Damien answer as he jerked the car to the right. Vicky grabbed onto the headrest to keep herself upright.
“MIGHT HAVE?!” she barked. “Cops don’t chase people who might’ve stolen cars!” She screamed again as he turned onto a back road. Can Lamborghinis even be driven on rough roads? The car bumped and jerked all around on the uneven road, bouncing with every divot and pothole.
“Yeah, well maybe they’re just profiling me! Cops hate demons!”
“Because you stole a car! AND are taking me on a date in it!” Vicky shouted back. “Don’t try to deny it!”
“Alright, fine!” Damien groaned. “But they ain’t gonna catch me!”
Now, under different circumstances, the thrill was just enough to get him a minor high. But there was a cute girl in the back of his car now, and not in a sleazy way! He felt verile, he felt masculine! Vicky was just clinging to the back of the passenger seat, trying hard not to barf.
“Damien! You stop this car right now, or so help me I will barf all over you!” Vicky threatened, looking greener than usual.
“Doll, we got three-and-a-half hours left. I’m making the most of this!” he shouted.
“Damien LaVey!” screamed an officer over a bullhorn, coming dangerously close to the back bumper. “Surrender and pull over, or we will begin to shoot!”
“Seriously, Damien! I think we should listen to them!” Vicky agreed.
“BULLSHIT!” he cussed, but not surprised that they knew him by name. He’s been arrested more times than he can count. “Fuck… you had better be hanging on, buckled up, or both.”
Vicky just listened, surprised he was telling her to take the necessary precautions for a change… And good thing she did too. Vicky’s reanimated heart was pounding in her chest as she gripped onto her own seat and squeezed her eyes shut.
Damien, meanwhile, drove into a nearby grass field. Now, the Lamborghini he stole didn’t exactly do well on rural terrain, but he was making the most out of it… even as a cliff came into view. But he didn’t slow down.
Suddenly, Vicky felt a deep descent. She couldn’t help but scream at the top of her lungs as she realized that they were falling. After a good five minutes, the car finally stopped, landing in a ditch. Vicky was just jerked forward, landing in Damien’s arms. He had to admit, he quite enjoyed looking at her from this angle. She looked cute.
“I know danger can be exciting, but you’ll have to be a little more patient,” he snickered. Vicky shot up, slapping the demon and getting back in the passenger seat. Quickly, she opened the door to puke.
“You disgust me,” she growled, in between purges. Damien in turn stepped out of the car and… was honestly concerned of Vicky losing just about everything she had to eat that day.
“Hey, it’s… it’s okay. Are you alright?” he asked. Big mistake. Vicky just walked up to him and slapped him hard across the face.
“YOU COULD’VE HAD US KILLED BACK THERE!” she shouted, trying to catch her breath. “Good gracious in Heaven, you are such an… UGH! You’re such a jerk!”
“Hey, I kept you out of jail, didn’t I?!” he shouted back. “AND safe! … For the most part.”
“Ugh! … I need a mint… and some acetometaphine…” she groaned.
“Okay, recognized that first one, but—”
“Tylenol, dangit!”
Damien sighed, reaching into his pocket as he happened to have both things. He immediately handed them to Vicky, who promptly swallowed whatever was leftover from both.
“Great. Now what?” Vicky asked, not really liking how their date was going so far.
A smirk grew on Damien’s face. “Oh, you know. We’re alone. We’re in a ditch…”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Vicky groaned. “Just take me home.”
“With… what? If you hadn’t noticed, I kinda totalled our ride.”
Vicky groaned and walked over to the car, beating her head against it. “You. Are. In. Sane.”
“I’m insane? Come on, I’m not the only one pulling crazy shit for someone I have the hots for?!”
“Are… are you serious right now?”
“You know I’m right,” Damien answered.
“Oh really? Know anyone else getting into high speed chases?!”
“Okay, that one’s just me, but think about it: what’s-his-face… was it Ryan? Or Byron? …”
“Brian!”
“Yeah, Brian. He’s going after Polly and Zoe so hard, he actually drank Gremlin jizz on a dare. Still got him laid. And that hottie Amira? She’s hungry for Scott’s sausage and Cal’s hard ware, if you’re catching my drift.”
“Ugh. You disgust me.”
“Doesn’t change that she lit that space prince on fire when he interrupted her lunch with Scott, and that she busted one of the Wolfpack’s nards when bugging Cal. And ooh, that yellow twink has tons of gambling debts because he has a thing for high-profile, rich bitches way out of his league… Vera and Miranda can do better. And then there’s you …”
“What about me?”
“Well… you’re right here, aren’t you?” Damien asked. “You didn’t have to go out with me. You coulda kicked me in the nuts again… but instead… you took me up on my offer.”
“I’m doing this so you’ll leave Oz alone,” Vicky remarked. “You’re just delusional.”
“Ahh… I get it… you’re into Liam.”
“Pardon?”
“I mean, it only makes sense. He’s just as stuck up as you. You’re both crazy smart and got a knack for all kinds of nerdy shit I don’t get. You could get along.”
“So what if I am? … And what about you?” Vicky asked sternly.
“What about me?”
“If I’m gonna be honest… you seemed desperate to wanna get with me, and even more so to think this bravado act of masculinity was gonna work. Why is that?”
Damien… had no answer for that. It wasn’t often he felt so dumbfounded he couldn’t come up with a response. After a while, he cleared his throat and answered, “You’re… you’re hot, okay? And I kinda have a thing for goody-two-shoes like you. I saw an opening… and I figured I should give it a shot.”
It was now Vicky’s turn to remain silent. It was nice getting compliments, sure. However, while Damien was also hot, pun not intended, he was way out of her sanity league.
“Look, Damien, you’re attractive, but I’m not into crazy. I hate high speed chases, I hate running from the cops, and I especially hate it when my friends are getting picked on. Frankly, you are everything I do not like.”
Damien felt a rock drop in his gut. That… that rejection hurt. It wasn’t pleasant, far from it. He’s felt rejection before over the past twenty years: too much of a wild child to succeed, be loved, et cetera. Hell, it was the exact reason every single one of his exes broke up with him. Yeah; Damien was no heartbreaker, but he wouldn’t say he was heartbroken because of those breakups. He’d move on to a new partner within a week or a month or so anyway.
But now? Hearing similar words from her mouth? The same mouth that glistened like metal thanks to her impeccable choice of lip gloss? The same mouth that chewed him out with the same bravery David brandished when squaring off against Goliath? … It hurt.
Before he can say anything else, the pair heard sirens and saw flashing lights. Great…
“Well, Bonnie, looks like the law caught up with us,” he chuckled. Under different circumstances, she would’ve laughed at his Bonnie and Clyde joke.
“LaVey! Put your hands behind your head and lay face-down on the ground!” ordered one officer. Then the werebear spotted Vicky. “Miss! Are your harmed in any way?” he asked as he and his team approached the pair slowly.
Oh great. She was gonna throw him under the bus now: say he kidnapped her and dragged her along on this—
“I’m fine, Officer. He… he didn’t lay a hand on me,” she said. “Just feeling a little nauseous, is all.”
Huh… she didn’t. Well, that was nice at least. Still, Damien groaned as he listened. He was at least happy Vicky wasn’t going to be arrested.
“I… guess I’ll see you in school tomorrow?” Vicky said as she was escorted to one of the squad cars, blanket around her shoulders. Damien sighed as he was lead to the other, handcuffs around his wrists.
Later, Vicky was returned home, escorted by the officer who honestly pitied the girl. She seemed like a sweet girl. What she was doing with Lavey of all characters was beyond him.
Immediately, Vicky took notice of her mother standing on the porch as she approached. The cop stepped out to address her. Vicky couldn’t hear what the two were saying, but judging by her mother’s face, it was likely he hold her how Vicky had to be, “rescued,” from a hoodlum delinquent that was, “thankfully,” behind bars. Soon after, he opened the door, and Dr. Schmidt took Vicky in her arms.
“Thank you so much for bringing her home.”
“Pleasure to be of service, Doctor. You and your daughter have a good night,” the werebear saluted as he went back to his car and drove off. Even after he left the driveway, Dr. Schmidt did not let go.
“Victoria Marie Schmidt, what happened?” she asked, in that surprisingly stoic tone Vicky’s known her for having.
“Mom, I’m fine…”
“You are far from fine. Officer Daryl told me Damien got you involved in a car chase? I should’ve known he’d stolen that vehicle.”
“Mom, I’m okay! Really!” Vicky shouted.
“You are now, dear,” her mother assured. “Now, go to bed, sweetie. You must be exhausted. I’ll take care of Damien tomorrow.”
“Wait!” Vicky shouted again, breaking herself from her mother’s embrace. “Can… can you do me a favor? And please don’t get mad.”
“Oh. Sure. What is it?”
Damien wound up spending the night at the county jail for… he honestly lost count. How thoughtful of the sheriff to keep his cell ready for him: same sheets on the cold, hard bed, same shitty public toilet, same view of the barren parking lot. This cell was like a second home for him. Whatever. At least he got some peace and quiet before his dads paid the bail in the morning.
… Or not. 5:00 AM rolled around and he was woken up by the cop stationed to watch him.
“Your bail’s been posted. You’re free to go, LaVey.”
Dang, his dads were quick. He got up, making his way to the open cell door to pick up his belongings at intake. Boy, he was not looking forward to their lecture of how this was the whatever’th time this month that they had to pay his bail. However, he didn’t face his dads. Instead, he was greeted by…
“Vicky?”
“Hey,” she greeted, getting up to approach him. Immediately, he took notice of the mad scientist sitting on the bench as well.
“Hehe… hey, Ms. Schmidt,” Damien chuckled nervously.
“That’s Doctor Schmidt to the likes of you,” she corrected. “I would never had let Vicky go with you if I had known you had stolen that car.”
Oh boy… here comes the lecture.
“But… she insisted you weren’t that bad,” Dr. Schmidt continued. “I’ll be seeing you in class early Monday morning.”
“Yes, Doc…”
“Don’t push it.”
“Don’t worry, I convinced her to not grade you on your date,” Vicky said as she helped him outside. “You would’ve gotten a D.”
“D for Damien, right?” the demon snickered, stretching his arms as they exited the building.
“No…” Vicky mouthed to him, shaking her head. Well… this was certainly a first date to remember. Little did the pair know of what was to come for them…