Thread: A Cursed Reincarnation [BurningWillows & Viktoff Samson]

It was Halloween day, and Dillon Albriet looked bored sitting in her school uniform at lunch hour, picking at the plate of salad before her as she stared out the window. To anyone passing, they would think the beautiful but bad ass teenager was just sulking over something. No one, of course, dared to approach her though. She was the only teen with tattoos and piercings covering her gorgeous body in the whole school. She also had a reputation to be a tad harsh tongued, and to many was considered the schools bad girl. Dillon let them think what they wanted to. It didnt matter to her if they feared her or not. As long as they stayed out of her way. Another group of teens past, offering whispers to each other that Dillon could easily overhear. She wasnt sulking like they thought. In fact, she was merely watching the cute boys outside practising football more than anything. Why couldnt she admire the cute boys in her school? She was a teenaged girl after all. But no one noticed that . No one got past her looks, they never did. All they saw was a teen with a rich daddy who liked to rebel. It was why she littered her fair skin with tattoos, trying to keep the humans from looking too closely into her life. If they did look they would find more than a rebellious teen. They would find the young daughter of a powerful crime lord. A man who owned his own cabal and slept in his riches, giving his daughter everything and letting her want for nothing. They would find a girl who had grown up on the wrong side of the law, learning the ins and out of crime. It was her playground now, the only life she knew. And none of these humans would ever understand. Rising from her seat she tossed her half eaten salad before checking her cell phone, seeing a single text. Dillon ran her hands through her hair, scratching at the shaved side of her head. Her platinum blonde hair fell in a straight waterfall over her shoulder, long and beautiful. Her baby blue eyes were piercing as she caught the gaze of a few students down the hall, making her way to her third class. The only reason she was in such a prestigious school was to get her diploma, and her father didnt want her in some underfunded public school. Nope, his babygirl got the best, and the best was a bunch of snobs in school uniforms that judged anyone who walked through their doors not looking like a Harvard applicant. At first Dillon simply wanted to transfer to another school than deal with their stares. Now though she just wanted to graduate, to rub it in all their faces. She had already been at the school for two years, and this was her last. She just needed to make it to graduation. But that was many months away. Today was Halloween and Dillon had other things on her mind. For one, she didnt have a date to the school Halloween dance. Which had been one of the reasons she was watching the football team. Secondly, she wasnt actually going to the dance anymore. Her best friend, and long time crime buddy, Kit short for Catherine had scored them two fake ids, so that they could sneak into a club. Out of everything Dillon had done, sneaking into a club had yet to be checked off her bucket list. It was all in the text she had got, including what time Kit would stop by her house to grab her, so she had better be ready by 9pm that night. Texting back a quick confirmation, Dillon slipped into her class for the next hour, knowing she had three more classes and then she would need to book it out of there for the mall, now needing a much sexier outfit to go dancing in.