What Of The Life You Have Lost?- A Fearless Vampire Killers Fanfiction

*Sorry, I couldn't help it. I needed to put that reference there.

**Based on their teenage years & sorry I suck a descriptions.

***I know there aren't normally lockers in the UK. But for the story, just pretend there are.

Chapter 1

Danielle's POV

I dragged my converse-clad feet towards the office of St. Peter's High School, one of the only schools in Beccles, or, as I often call it, hell. One of many hells, in fact. I didn't bother with heading to class first; the other students in my class always voted for me to show the new students around this hellhole at the beginning each year because they couldn't be bothered to and I was the perfect scapegoat for them. "Of course I am..." I muttered out loud to my thoughts. "I am the freak." The freak with the messy long black hair and fringe that covered her face, while the normal girls dyed their hair blonde and straightened it until you could smell the scent of burning hair from miles away. The weirdo who wore ankle-high black converse that had seen many better years, versus the sluts who wore high heels. The misfit who wore simple black skinny jeans with the navy blue and red blazer that was part of the schools uniform, instead of short skirts that could pass for thick belts. The stranger with skin that looked like she had never seen the sunlight before. The mistake who somehow weaseled her way into one of the top schools for the genius and talented children, yet had no special qualities.

I kept my head down as I walked into the office adjacent to the rather large school building, only stopping to look up when Mrs. Bauldaire tutted and handed the list of pupils I was supposed to show around to me. She was probably the least judgmental person in Beccles, but she had her reasons. Most of them being that she fucked everybody, even if they were underage and a student. Hell, after a particularly rough day, I'd walked in on her and the nurse, Miss Claremont, getting it on. Her poor husband was clueless. I took the list and shuffled out into the corridor, bracing myself for the inevitable abuse I would be receiving. "Oi, who invited the emo bitch?!" A voice jeered. I sighed, there it was. They weren't being very creative though, it was beginning to get boring.

"Shut up!" A voice relatively close to me shouted. "You're lowering the I.Q. of the entire country!"* My head snapped up, looking for the first person who had ever bothered to help me. The closest group consisted of five boys**; a rather tall boy with slightly curly brown hair, another tall boy with a slight beard and long brown hair almost reaching his shoulders, one with brown hair and a fringe that swept across his face, and two boys with light brown hair and fringes, one taller and one shorter. They were all wearing skinny jeans and looking at me with various degrees of concern, but I assumed that one of the two lighter haired boys had defended me, as they were in the front of the group.

I nodded my head at them in acknowledgement and looked at the sheet if paper in my hand. "Year Eleven's Laurence Beveridge, Luke Illingworth, Kier Kemp, Shane Sumner, and Drew Woolnough." I listed monotonously. With my luck I'd get the group with the asshole in it. I kept my head down, biting my lip and playing with my fingers nervously while I waited for my group to gather around. Once they did, I started walking towards the main building. "The office is the building across from this one, as you can see. All upper level classes, for year elevens and twelves, are on the top floor, which you can reach by going up those stairs. On this level, there are the classes for years nine and ten, as well as the cafeteria and gym. The second floor," I droned on in a monotone, " is where all the lockers*** are kept, as well as the music practice rooms and the library. And, for when you need amusement, the designated locker for you to shove me into is locker 221. Any questions?"

"Uh, yeah, why would we want to put you in a locker?" A timid voice asked. "Because that's what these people do." I muttered sourly. "But we aren't these people, are we?" Another voice asked. I looked up to see that I had gotten the group of rebels that'd chosen to stand up for me. "Not yet, but you will be." I laughed bitterly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a class to get to." I left them and started up the stairs for Ms. Oakes first period. As soon as I walked into class, late of course, I was met by the same barrage of snickers and snide comments as usual. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Were you lost, perhaps, Miss Hawkens?" Oakes remarked in her nasally voice as I walked to my normal desk in the back of the class where a good amount of empty seats surrounded me. "Yeah, sorry, I couldn't find your room 'cause the scent of your desperation clouded the whole school instead of just your room." I simpered. Her old, wrinkly face grew red with embarrassment, and then to purple with anger, finally becoming pale. I grinned, enjoying the colour change.

"Miss Hawkens?" She asked calmly, too calmly. "Yes?" I asked cheekily. "Detention in my room today!" The old lady exploded. "Why of course! I wouldn't miss it for the world!" I exclaimed sarcastically. I probably would've gotten more detention for that, but then the door to the room opened. "Excuse me, miss," a familiar voice said, "we're the new students you were expecting?" I groaned aloud. "Why, yes, come on in and take some seats next to Miss Hawkens in the back." She said smugly as I groaned once again. I sat up and glared at her through my fringe and let out a low growl as the boys sat around me. She flinched and turned away. "A-alright then class, today we will be discussing..." I tuned her out and began to doodle in my notebook when I was poked sharply in the back. When I ignored it, I got poked again. I sighed and turned around to meet the gaze of the slightly curly haired boy. "What. Do. You. Want." I forced out. "Hey, Miss Hawkens!" He grinned. "That's not the way to talk to friends!" "I don't need friends." I muttered. "So, Miss Hawkens, I'm Laurence Beveridge, pleased to meet ya!" He then elbowed the boy besides him, who had a fringe swept across most of his face and looked quite bored. "Oh? Oh, I'm Kier. Kier Kemp." He said offhandedly. The boy with a slight beard went next. "Luke Illingworth." He said, offering a tiny wave. The smallest of the group went next. "Drew Woolnough, but you can call me Wooly or Woolsifer if ya want!" He exclaimed cheerfully. The last boy simply held out his hand and stated in a deep voice: "Shane Sumner. Or Cyrus Barronè." I grinned and grasped his hand, shaking it. "Danielle Hawkens. Or Dani."

Laurence grinned. "So you did need friends!" He concluded happily, his brown eyes sparkling. "Nah, more like I figured you wouldn't leave me alone unless I became your friend." I smirked. "Haha, Bevers, she figured you out!" Kier laughed as Laurence pouted. "Beveridge, Kemp, Sumner, Woolnough, and Illingworth!" Ms. Oakes voice admonished. "You'll be joining Miss Hawkens for detention today!" They all groaned while I chuckled. "Is something funny Miss Hawkens?" She asked. "Just the fact that you are so desperate for attention that you need us to entertain you after school." I smiled. I saw a Barbie's phone come out from the corner of my eye and almost groaned. Of course they would tell Thomas Oakes about my taunting. Great. "Miss Hawkens! Out of my room now!" She shouted. "My pleasure." I snarled, doing a mock bow before leaving the room, taking pleasure in all the shocked faces in the room.

I quickly ran for the stairs. If I could get to the music room I was safe. I was almost to them when muscular hands grabbed my arms and twisted them behind my back. "Ow ow ow.... Easy there Hulk." I muttered. Thomas strutted into my view. "Well, well, well, if it isn't our resident freak." He snarled, spitting in my face. "Ew!" I yelped. "What, is the freak getting freaked out?!" He laughed, his goons joining in. "No, I just don't want sperm spit of my face!" I yelped again. Thomas's face contorted in anger and he grabbed my arms, shoving me down the large flight of stairs. I could only groan in pain when I hit the row of lockers in front of them. He walked down the stairs slowly before muttering: "Get her." All of his goons rushed down the stairs and started kicking me and punching me wherever they could, laughing when I cried out. When they were finished, I was just a puddle of tears and blood. "Maybe that'll each ya, huh Freak?" Thomas laughed venomously before grabbing my collar and shoving me into my locker. All I managed to hear was the lock locking and then everything went black.

AN:

So, first chapter of the rewrite... It's a bit different. If you liked it, then please give me feedback in the comment section and vote, it really encourages me to write more.

Sorry for abandoning you Lost Hearts for awhile! So here's a face thingy:

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