Thread: A Cursed Reincarnation [BurningWillows & Viktoff Samson]

When her last period ended and the bell rang signalling the end of school, Dillon was relieved. Not only because she could head to the mall, but because she had escaped a run in with the biggest bitch on school, Jessica. That girl was the epitome of snob, always rattling on about what her daddy owned and how rich they were. And she thought it gave her some kind of entitlement, as if the whole school should be bending to her will because she must be the richest. Which was far from true. Her family had been amassing riches for generations, longer than any bloodline could stretch, and indeed much too long for any mortal to live. Thankfully, none of them were mortal. Her father was actually a fallen angel. A real one, as real as the circle of friends he had who were all immortal angels too. The cabal was run by them, and the irony was not lost on anyone. Of course the entire angelic mafia wasn't fully populated with angels. Many were Nephilim, half Angels, and others were supernaturals that branches from the angel blood, like the Seelies, or as they preferred to be called, Fae. It was odd for creatures that were written in books to embody good, peace, and everything nice in the world to then take such a role in the crime world. But after centuries of living and watching humans grow, most of the Angels had grown bored of thier tedious lives, looking for something fresh. Something new. They weren't the only supernatural cabal in the States either. They knew of a handful more, each run by its own faction. There was one run by a cruel sorcer who only employed those of the magical quantity, shunning beings that could not preform even the smallest of magics. Another was run by a pack of wolves, and they were known to be rather ruthless. That cabal actually ran out of San Franciso, not far from L.A where Dillon lived. All of this she knew and kept hidden, acting like a normal human teen at school, never speaking up about her wealth or estate. Bringing unwanted attention to her fathers work wouldn't bode well. Neither would anyone finding out that Dillon was no mortal, but instead a Nephilim herself. The only person who knew that was Kit, and she was a Nephilim herself too. Another text buzzed on her phone, dragging her out of her thoughts. Another one from Kit, asking if she could tag along to the mall. Strolling to her locker, she sent of a text saying Yes. Pick up in an hour. Your place. As she reached for her lock though a group of girls rounded the corner and got a resounding groan from Dillons cute pink lips. Hey Dillon, Jessica chirped in a sickly sweet voice, her posse falling behind her as she stepped forward, I just thought you should know your skirt is riding up. We can all see your underwear. Instinctively Dillon reached for the short grey skirt supplied by the school she wore, pulling it down a little. Whoever had designed them had only made them long enough to reach mid thigh, and Dillon had wondered if he was a perverted man, or just clueless. Nevertheless as she pulled at her skirt she noted that it wasn't exposing anything, her curvy ass and pink panties still hidden underneath. Nice try Jessica, Dillon snapped, turning back to her lock, Next you'll tell me my bra is hanging out. It was a jab at how open the blonde bitch beside her left her blouse, unbuttoning it till her bra was clearly seen, her cleavage hanging out disgustingly. Of course some guys here drooled over it, but Dillon never found it alluring. She normally had a button or two popped open as well so just the top of her breasts peeked out, leaving much more to be desired. She had gotten many detentions for wearing her uniform like this, and it was highly unfair that Jessia had yet to receive one. Like yours? She sneered, trying and failing to make her conscientious, at least I don't get detentions for flaunting off my body. That's because your daddy is on the school board, Dillon shot back, venom in her voice, wee lil Jessica can't do anything without her daddy's help. The blonde let out an exasperated sigh and shot back pretty lowly, at least I don't need tattoos to try and pretend I'm bad ass or something. Or wait, is it to hide the ugly? Dillon grabbed her textbooks and slapped the locker shut, glaring daggers at the Queen bitch of the school, Niether. Some guys like a girl with a little ink. A little? She scoffed, try a lot you freak. What guy would go for that? I don't know, Dillon gave her a toothy devilish grin, ask your boyfriend. He sure liked them at the last beach bash. Couldn't keep his hands off. Now for her exit, before Jessica started a cat fight she couldn't win against Dillon in a million years. Turning on her heel so her blond hair fanned out she strolled away, walking quick enough that Jessica would have to lunge for her and make a scene, but not fast enough to look like she was fleeing. God it feels good to stick it to that bitch somedays she thought to herself, stepping outside and moving to the campus parking lot, Im sure I'll have to face her again tomorrow. I wonder if she knew her boyfriend is a whore, sleeping with as many chicks as he can bang behind her back. Finding her car, a small red convertible she loved, Dillon jumped in and drove off. Kit lived across town and it would take her the hour with traffic to grab her best friend before they found a mall. Now that school was over she was legitimately excited for the club that night. All she needed was a good excuse to her father of why she was going out. For someone in the crime business, some of his rules boggled her.