Roaring

a fellow hunter. Violet declares her as her designated best friend soon after meeting.
Cynthia - Violet’s roommate who is a banshee and the Woman in White. Their friendship falls apart when Violet accuses her of murder.
Mikey - Merlin’s son who created sex dolls of Violet. He is killed by Diedre.
HeadmasterLupine - the previous headmaster who blamed Violet for the murders. Now dead.
DiedreStevens - a vampire teacher at the school who committed the murders in order to frame Violet. Revealed herself to be Violet’s “sister.” Now dead.
Dracula - Violet’s father and the leader of the vampires. He is the most hated and feared monster in the entire world.

CHAPTER 1
VIOLET
Have you ever been kicked in the dick before?
Well, if you answered no…same.
I’ve cut off dicks on more than one occasion, but I can’t say I’ve ever been kicked there before. Granted, I don’t have a penis, but I imagine it’d be pretty damn painful. Movies show men keeling over in pain, anguished gasps escaping their lips. Is it the equivalent of a boob punch? I have been punched there before…and then the girl died choking on cock. Not my cock—we’ve already established that I don’t have one—but the cock of Cupid.
Long story.
Discovering that my dad may not be my dad and that I might not even be a vampire is my boob-punch-slash-dick-kick.
Dracula isn’t the stereotypical, warm and fuzzy type of parent. He’s more likely to stab me in the chest and snap my neck than give me a hug. He’s a monster through and through. But he’s my monster. He’s the man who raised me, cared for me in a way only he’s capable of. The thought that he may have lied to me my entire life is shocking, unnerving, but not at all surprising. It’s sort of like I’ve been treading water for hours on end and a particularly ferocious wave pulls me under. I’m not expecting or wanting death, but I can’t say I’m too surprised.
I glare at the laminated menu, thousands of thoughts clamoring for attention in my mind. It becomes increasingly difficult for me to pick and focus on only one.
The restaurant Dad has chosen for dinner is an elegant steakhouse a few miles from the Academy. Flames from hanging chandeliers illuminate the room in a soft, golden glow. Each of the waitstaff is bedecked in black pressed pants and button-up shirts.
“Are we still waiting for one more?” a soft voice inquires, and I lift my head to gaze at the waiter. He’s a handsome man with dark skin and even darker hair, plush red lips, and broad shoulders. The uniform sticks to his broad chest, accentuating his lean muscles. Two black earrings are plugged in his right ear, and tattoos line his muscular arms where the sleeves are pushed up.
“He should be here,” I insist…for the fifteenth time in the last two hours. Dad is running…errr…a little late.
The handsome waiter—Morgan, his name tag reads—smiles sympathetically.
“Another round of bread?” He nods to the empty plate in front of me.
“And a little more of the good stuff…” I wiggle my empty wine glass. “And I don’t mean cum. I swore off cock on Halloween.”
Morgan sputters, cheeks tinting pink, but nods quickly and takes my glass and empty bread bowl. I can’t technically get drunk. The perks of being a vampire, I suppose. Well…not a vampire.
I don’t know if I believe my sadistic, murderous teacher and half-sister. Diedre Stevens attempted to kill me in a futile attempt to create discord between the vampires and other species. Honestly? It worked. Most of the monsters at the Academy haven’t been able to make eye contact with me, the disdain thickening the air like syrup. Two vampires have already transferred schools due to the bullying and murder attempts.
It’s a real problem, guys.
It’s been a week since Halloween, and things have been…weird. I’ve been able to avoid my new guy friends for now, but I know my luck is going to run out. Hux, for one, is getting agitated, and Jack is anxious. Mason is confused, and I’m pretty sure Vin is annoyed.
And Frankie…
I brush his name beneath the proverbial rug, knowing that I don’t have the mental or emotional strength to think about him and his confession. Nope. Not today, Satan.
Today, I’m going to enjoy a nice dinner with my invisible, absentee father.
Winning.
Morgan returns with my now full wine glass and another loaf of bread. At first, he was surprised by how much I could eat. Namely, three loaves. I think by this point, he has just accepted me, flaws and all.
As I trace the rim of my cup, I ask absently, “Why do men suck?”
“Excuse me?” He lifts a pierced brow.
“And not the normal type of suck. Honestly, you don’t even understand the comedic timing of that sentence. I can assure you, it’s funny. But yeah, men suck. Dads suck. Guy friends suck. Boyfriends suck. And I, unfortunately, am unable to suck. I’m talking about cocks.”
Morgan surprises the shit out of me by sitting across from me in the black leather booth.
“Guy trouble?” he asks, nose scrunching in distaste.
My eyes practically get stuck in the back of my head with how hard I roll them.
“Understatement of the century.” I blow out a breath, stirring my golden hair. He purses his lips and taps a finger against his stubbled chin.
“Want to talk about it?”
A normal person would probably hear his words for what they are—an empty offer. But I suppose I’m desperate and needy.
Downing the rest of my drink, I place my elbows on the table and lean forward. “So there’s this guy…or a couple. And we’re friends.”
“You and these guys?” Morgan asks for clarification.
“Yes. Besties. We had matching Halloween costumes and everything.” My lips curl into a smile when I think about Vin in his Velma outfit—complete with the skirt and brown wig. “But then, one of them betrayed me…well, I thought he betrayed me. Apparently, he never had any intention to kill me. Who knew? And the