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Well, She’s Not Vegan Anymore ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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For people that can't speak Elvish, it’s known as Lemoine's Academy of Arcane. The biggest magical school that has been standing for centuries; Carrying College age students with a talent for natural magic or conjured spells and helping them make their way into being Royal Mages to protect the Royal capital of Thraw. The four years spent at the academy are just the start of one's training but also the hardest years they will experience. They’ve gotten about fifty lawsuits for child labor and abuse, but it's fine. cause... magic.
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Clawd is used to the weird stares he gets in the hallways of school. It was easy to ignore them when it's been happening since he was just a little kid; having a mother who's an alumni of this school and has also murdered many people AND has many years in jail for it doesn't exactly give off a welcoming vibe. She was a ‘villian’ The proper name would be Witch. Evil spellcasters, ones who set out to do harm or even just mild inconvenience to get their way with something.
All and all, His reputation isn't the greatest. The only friends he has is the old lunch lady who doesn't know what his last name, Wolf, insinuates and the librarian who is just glad he brings back the spellbooks on time and without suspicious stains.
Although there is one girl. The one who has stopped rumors with a snap of her fingers adorned with long pink nails. The one who's told a gang of jocks to ‘get the fang away from him’ on multiple occasions with that sweet accent of hers. The bright bubbly girl who's obsessed with pink and fruit.
Draculaura.
God, he is so taken away every time he sees her that he is convinced he's stranded in an ocean somewhere never to return. His palms get sweaty, and he can hear his blood pumping faster into his brain. She is the only thing that makes him even want to step foot in that school. They're in the same year, both being juniors. She has never uttered a harsh word to him even if they've only exchanged a max of 40 words. She even smiles at him when they make eye contact in the hallways. Is it bad that just a shred of human decency is making him swoon? Probably. He is too infatuated to give a damn though.
If only he knew how she felt about him.
Maybe she thinks that he's just some mutt that needs saving to keep up a nice girl's status she wants. Maybe she is only helping because it's pathetic to see a 6-foot 4 scrawny black man with too much hair get beaten by a bunch of little white men with daddy’s money. There could be a million different reasons why she does what she does, but he knows damn well that he can rule out one reason.
She isn't in love with him.
Not like how he is with her.
But Junior Prom is just around the corner...
And he knows exactly how to get her to stay right by him all night.
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The night of the prom has the entire school decked out to make the place look like a proper castle prepared for a royal ball. Big, gaudy, gold chandeliers and tile dance floors with probably a thousand plates covered in food he doesn't even know the name of. But his eyes aren't locked onto the food, no matter how delicious those fancy steaks look. He looks directly at the drink bar.
That's his golden ticket.
Those fancy glasses filled to the brim with some sparkling drink that probably tastes absolutely horrid. The drinks at the dances always taste disgusting. He almost doesn't realize he is walking over there until his feet stop right in front of the old lunch lady that adores him almost maternally. Normally she is in a black apron and hair net but now she's in a sparkly blue maxi dress, “You look nice today, Mrs. O'Shriek,” he comments in a low tone as she smiles up at him like he is the sweetest kid in the world. Thank God she doesn't know about the sin weighing down his dress pants pocket.
“Why thank you sweetie! It's nice to see you out of a hoodie. You still need a haircut though,” She comments with a high pitch almost irritating tone that he has managed to get used to. She hands him a glass filled of... whatever the hell this creme colored liquid is and he smiles, his sharper teeth showing.
“I know i do, you keep on reminding me. Thank you for the drink.”
He swiftly walks away from the table before listening to her response to his thanks, free hand diving into his pocket as he searches for a pillar to hide behind. If anyone saw him doing this, he’d be dead for sure. Exiled from society. If she knew what he was going to do... just the thought of it sent a chill straight up his spine and throughout his whole nervous system.
He gently grabs the glass vile and pulls it out of his pocket, staring at the shimmer pink liquid in the bottle.
A love potion. He really is so pathetic. Can't even get a girl by being a decent person. He has to take the shortcut.
Before he can sike himself out, he gently pops the lid to the vile like it's a champagne bottle. It calls for five drops. That's it. The spell made it very clear that any less won't work and that any more is forbidden.
So, he starts to gently drip the potion into the drink.
One.
Two.
Three.
Fo- CLANK.
“SH1T!” He hisses as he reaches into the drink to grab the now empty vile out of the creme colored drink, cursing himself internally as he looks at the drink with wide golden-brown eyes. Dear god...
What did he just do? It can't be that bad. Right? Everything is fine. It's all fine. The effects of the potion will just be a little stronger and maybe last longer than intended. Maybe he’ll just end up getting extra lucky tonight.
‘No. No no. This is wrong... I did spend all that time making the damn thing though.’
‘I'm burning in hell for this.’
Without much more thinking, he checks the liquid to make sure it doesn't look suspicious, finding that it looks about as normal as it can get. His eyes scan through the ballroom hall to look so a short girl with the prettiest smile and the most gorgeous black and pink hair someone could have.
There she is.
The love of his life.
He’s about to be the love of her night even if it's by unconventional means.
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Only thing he can’t hear is his rapid breath and his hands moving back and forth on his dress pants in an attempt to stop the sweat from making him sticky. His blood is pumping so fast he is sure that his cardiovascular system is going to implode on him.
He placed the drink at her table without anyone managing to see him to just make it seem like a waiter placed it down; it was easier then actually talking to her and trying to give her a drink with all her friends around. He’d get caught within the first few seconds of trying to make her drink it. Especially when he has little to no people skills at all. He’s the type of guy to eat food he’s allergic to at a restaurant instead of telling the waiter his order is wrong or having a mental break when a barista says ‘enjoy your drink’ and he says ‘you too’.
Basically he’s mess who would have admitted he’s basically drugging her to be in love with him out of pure social anxiety.
“Clawd?”
His head snaps up with wide eyes, every muscle in his body tensing up as if every tendon was about to tear.
It's her.
“….H-Hey.”
The awkward silence that followed his greeting made him want to curl up into a ball and die.
They made eye contact.
Oh, she has such pretty red eyes-
Wait.
Red?
She has soft brown eyes that have always reminded him of Carmel bites with drizzled chocolate. The potion was only supposed to tint the white of her eyes a pink hue. So light no one would notice unless they stared long enough. But now her sclera is a dark pink that anyone would notice and her iris is a deep red that almost dragged him into her. Like she was suddenly even more magnetic then usual.
“Can you come with me for a minute?” She says to him while holding out a pale hand adorned in a black satin glove, smiling at him like offering a hand to him is a normal thing. He can’t stop his eyes from roaming over her body and the way his jaw clenches should tell anyone how gorgeous she looks tonight. A strapless pink dress with black lace trim and details, black heels and gloves to match and her hair in a half up half down bun.
She’s gorgeous.
He sharply nods his head and swallow so loud she probably heard it as he takes her hand in his much larger one.
YANK.
“Ah!-” He sqeaks as she immediately tugs him away from the chair he us sitting in with a strength no girl her size should be capable of. She’s fast too, practically causing him to trip over his own feet as she drags him along behind her.
“Uhm, C-can i ask where we’re going?” He mutters out with a small nervous smile, chuckling a bit at how fast she is dragging him. Out the ballroom and into a hallway he doesn’t think he’s seen before. That doesn’t shock him much though cause this school is huge.
Suddenly she makes a sharp right into a room, grabbing his wrist with a grip that bruises and shoves him against a tiled wall. The air is expelled from his lungs and as he sharply inhales he realizes their inside of one of the public bathrooms.
Oh God.
His nervous muttering starts up as his eyes land on the almost hungry, lustful look of the normally bright girls face, “What’s going on drac?”
“You know, I get excited whenever I see you around.” She responds as her hands land on his chest before gently moving down, her nails leaving behind a burning trail on his skin even through his black dress shirt. “I just have this fascination… an infatuation with you. Your body. Everything.”
Oh God oh God oh God oh God.
“Y-yeah? You do?” He muttered as he looked down at her hands, eyes getting progressively wider as she starts to gently undo his shirt button by button. His breathe hitches.
He's so unbelievably cooked.
He watches as she leans in on her tip toes and starts to trail his lips from his jaw down her neck, a deep sigh escaping him as he relaxes against the cold tile wall.
He's in complete and utter heaven.
Wait.
Is that…
Teeth?
He can feel a scraping against the side of his neck and his body tenses up just slightly. This is the first time he’s done any of this. He’s never even really been touched accidentally by a girl. Let alone like this. Is he about to get bitten by her?
A surprised squeak escapes him when he feels the gentle pressure of a bite against the sensitive skin of his neck.
Oh dear lord.
'I'm so done for.'
“Baby, Drac, can I call you baby?” He mutters under his breath.
She unlatches from his neck with a giggle, “Call me what suits your taste, I just want a taste…”
Clawd sighed as his head leaned back against the wall, the same pressure happening on his neck. He can’t help but smile. This is gonna feel amazing.
Even if it’s artificial.
“Why me?”
Of course his insecurities had to come out and ask for reassurance. How pathetic can he be?
“Well, I’ve always learned its what inside that counts.” She muttered against his neck, causing his knees to weaken underneath him.
“AH! WHAT THE-”
His body jolts.
She steps back slightly with this grin on her face. Eyes wild. Pupils heart shaped. A red lipstick she wasn’t wearing before.
His hand clutches his neck before pulling it away.
She giggles, licking her stained lips, “Oh goodness…” She can’t help but keep on laughing. “You’re bleeding.”
His gaze flickers between the blood on his hand and that crazy look in the love of his life’s eyes, breath quickening.
‘What the hell?’
The crimson covering his palm matches the throbbing wound on his neck, his cold sweat mixing with warm blood.
All this red must mean, “You bit me?” He questions in a breathy tone.
“I love you.”
“What? You’re tasting my blood!”
“I. Love. You.”
She lunges.
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Junior Prom Tragedy at Lemoine’s Academy of Arcane: A Night of Blood and Silence
By Jackson Jackyll
March 14, 2026 — What began as a glitter‑filled celebration for the graduating class of Lemoine’s Academy of Arcane turned into a macabre tableau that will haunt the community for years. On the night of March 13, the school’s junior prom was shattered when 17‑year‑old Clawd Wolf was discovered in the girls’ bathroom, his body riddled with bite marks, missing chunks of flesh and drained of nearly all blood. The horror was compounded when 17‑year‑old Draculaura—identified as the only other student present at the scene—was found outside the school, drenched in Wolf’s blood and now held in police custody.
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