The Hybrid's Escapade

"Goodbye, mama! I will see you later, after the class! When I held Mother Rosita's hand and brought it to my forehead, I smiled enthusiastically at her. This gesture is a symbol of respect for the old in our culture.

Please make sure you take care of yourself, hija. "Stop making such a fuss," Mother Rosita said, maintaining eye contact with me.

What uproars are these? I have a good reputation! A chuckle sprang from within me. Despite the fact that Mother Rosita continued to squint her eyes at me, she matched them with her two fingers as if she were saying, "I'm watching you," which caused me to feel a little amount of fear. It is safe to assume that she is keeping her "eyes" on me while she does that. Then, with a little nod, I straightened my stance and returned her gaze. "Yes, there is no way, Mom. I'll see you shortly!

Despite the fact that our home was only a few blocks away from the school, I would always run to get there first thing in the morning. Not only do I reside in close proximity to` but I consistently arrive late to class. To answer your question, our family is always quite busy in the morning making the things that we sell at our store. Additionally, as our place of residence, our house also functions as a store where we sell rice sacks that are sourced directly from the farms owned by our mother and father. Not wealthy or impoverished, we are members of the middle class. It is sufficient for us to eat three times a day thanks to our business.

When Larry, our school guard, growled at me, I grinned at him and responded with a smile. For some reason, he is already familiar with me because I am notorious for arriving late. Furthermore, he is a close buddy of Basilio, who is my father.

I made a hasty exit in order to get to my building within the university. When the mean girls are not around, the hallways of Arnault University are a calm and quiet place for me to walk. They are the primary force behind my decision to arrive late to school; I must steer clear of them in order to keep the tranquillity that I have in the morning.

As soon as I walked into the room, my eyes were once again focused on me. Summer let out a sigh of dissatisfaction; she is quite possibly the only friend I have on this campus. Despite the fact that she is aware of the valid reason why I am consistently late, she just told me not to worry about them, as if I were capable of doing so. The fact that they are able to harass me on a daily basis is a source of pleasure for those who are constantly being cruel to me.

I took a seat next to Summer and reached beneath the table to retrieve my books. After a few minutes had passed, our first instructor of the course came into the classroom. Today, Mrs. Bartolome appears to be in a poor mood, and her aura seems to be more terrifying than it was yesterday.

"Listen, you troublemaker!" I was the target of Mrs. Bartolome's yelling, which she directed at me.

The words that she spoke caused my eyes to widen. When I was in a state of shock, I placed my left palm on my chest and pointed my right forefinger at myself to make sure that she was indeed referring to me. I could tell that it was me since she let out a sigh.

"Damn, what have I done this time?" Then I mumbled.

Come with me to the office, will you? Dear Ms. Dy, you have a great deal of explaining to do with me! Hysterically, Mrs. Bartolome barked.

Immediately after she left the room, I hurriedly followed her out of the room. Before I spotted Satania and her goons standing next to the women's restroom, I was perplexed and unsure of what the hell was going on.

I knew that they were going to frame me once more, so I sneered at them. My middle finger was elevated, and I licked the top of my lip with those fingers. I did the same thing with my eyebrows, which was to wiggle them. Satania was taken aback by my antics; that snob was becoming increasingly enraged.

Having stopped caring for Satania, I followed Mrs. Bartolome into the Dean's Office. I was no longer concerned about her. The Dean of our institution lifted her eyebrows as I sat down in front of her.

Mrs. Badelles, who serves as the Dean of Arnault University, reached inside her desk and took something out. The sight of a condom with a letter that said, "Call 911 for me, Argentina xoxo -Veronica" caused my eyes to widen.

My entire body was filled with anger. I could feel my hands shaking as a result of what they had done. In spite of the fact that they accuse me of doing terrible things on a regular basis, this one has gone too far. Someone ought to be aware of their limits! When you mess with me, you are saying goodbye to them. It is my intention to throw bubble gum at those scumbags.

"Mrs. Badelles, that should not have been me! Satania is always trying to frame me, don't you know that? I yelled.

Ms. Dy, please lower the volume of your voice. "You are audible to me," Mrs. Badelles stated in a composed manner.

To my great relief, I was able to bring myself under control. Despite this, I have a solid desire to torment Satania and her henchmen. If I could get my hands on their heads, I would shave off all of their hair. This may cause them to feel less proud.

"That's not me," I said in a tone that was lacking in depth.

Due to the tone that I used, Mrs. Badelles and Mrs. Bartolome both let out a sigh. What exactly did I go wrong?

Ms. Dy, you have been given a suspension that will last for an entire week. The post was something that Mrs Argentina saw on Facebook.

I am not to blame for this at all! In spite of the fact that his mother may have seen that post, you are fully aware that it is not my fault! Not me, but Satania and her friends should be suspended instead! I yelled.

"Ms. Dy, they have evidence," she said. That is something that we are unable to remedy.

Forget about this life! Let's break your rules! I yelled.

I was jolted awake by the abrupt outburst of rage that I experienced. My professor of General Biology and the Dean were both present when I said swear. What should I be doing?

"You are suspended for a whole month!" Mrs Giovanni yelled hysterically.

Shame began to permeate my body, and tears started to form in my eyes. As I dashed out of the Dean's office, I did not turn around to look back. Despite the fact that I was able to hear Satania's inaudible ranting, I continued to run until I reached the entrance of the institution.

I was able to get away from Larry and run as close to the speed limit as I could. I halted at a deserted, narrow street that was clogged with foul-smelling garbage. As soon as I realized something, I wiped away my tears and then went back to crying. Not only do I not deserve this, but I also do not deserve the humiliation that I am currently experiencing from everyone.

The huge brat is here, so take a look at him. Have you finished rearranging your life? The man said, "Allow me to bother you even more."

I immediately raised my head to look at the man, but my eyes widened as I recognized who it was. I was surprised by your reaction. Not only is that damn Argentina present, but he is also wielding a knife. During the time that he was walking towards me, my mind was racing with a variety of different things. What should I do in this situation? Either fight or flight?

I made the decision to flee shortly after he began running at me. I hurried back to the highway as quickly as I could in order to locate some assistance, any assistance that would be able to assist me in extending this unfortunate existence of mine. On the other hand, I may be playing a game called Life, which is not very lucky. I was able to make it to the highway despite the fact that it was already too late when my mind recognized the loud honk of the large truck that was heading in my direction. My entire body was assaulted before I even had the chance to react suitably.

Due to the force of the impact, my body was propelled a few meters away. Although I was still alive, I was experiencing pain throughout my entire body. Because the pain was so intense, I was no longer able to feel my bottom half. It was unclear to me if the substance that I spit out of my mouth was simply blood or whether it was already one of my organs. Just before I passed away, I smiled. On my deathbed, I can't believe I'm still making jokes about my situation.

Things started to go hazy, and the last thing I noticed were lights from cameras; people were already snapping pictures of my terrible body rather than assisting me through this challenging situation. Poor me, I am a flawed human being. Those who committed sin became the law, and mankind was reduced to nothing.

In that pool, who is going to dive in? A prohibition was issued by the authorities due to the fact that the pool is already 500 years old!

I can't stop hearing murmurs coming from somewhere; they don't seem very loud, but they are definitely present. At this very moment, my weight seemed to be so light that I was on the verge of beginning to believe that I had already passed away; nevertheless, the sensation of water hitting my skin was too obvious to ignore. I am still alive, right?

In spite of the fact that my vision was filled with darkness, I soon acclimated to my surroundings, and it suddenly occurred to me that I was inside a pool of darkness. As soon as I became aware of it, I immediately climbed to the surface in order to take a deep breath. If I hadn't woken up in time, I would have been nearly drowning. Why am I even in this place? Is it true that I survived?

"So, I am not dead yet?" It was a whisper.

As I looked around, I noticed that people who wore costumes that were not typical were looking at me. Perhaps the rumour that "doom" is my second name is genuinely accurate. In their eyes, I appeared to be an alien or a foreign being, and they were staring at me as if I were an alien. I'm attractive, and the majority of the time, people are looking at me. Because of this, I am getting a lot of attention, but this is just absurd! It is highly embarrassing for me to discuss this!

Let the authorities know right away! "Perhaps she is a wanted person!"

"Give alert to the king and council!"

My eyes widened in surprise when I heard someone say, "Call the authorities." Feelings of déjà vu came over me. I jumped out of the pool without delay, and for a brief moment, I was taken aback by the situation. I can't believe that I was able to move around so much; considering the circumstances I was in before, I was confident that my body had been submerged in that dark water for a considerable amount of time. Because to tell you the truth, it hurts so much.

For this reason, I am pretty perplexed as to how on earth I am able to move at such a rapid pace! A law enforcement officer was in the vicinity. Still, I was able to escape by running as quickly as I could and hiding somewhere. I had tripped earlier and fallen into a mud puddle, which resulted in dirt being on my body. It is now wholly drenched and plastered in mud all over my body.

Once I had gotten out of hiding for a minute or two, I started running as quickly as I could. Despite the fact that I am confident that I am no longer in the sight of the authorities, I still need to locate a spot to spend the night. I noticed a cabin with a lakeside location. In order to conceal myself from the lake, I dove into the water. I hid beneath the cottage, which was partially exposed to the water.

Even now, when I think back on the people I saw earlier and the scene I witnessed, I am still perplexed as to how on earth I was able to appear and wake up inside that pool in a completely different location when the last thing I can remember with absolute certainty was being struck by a truck.

"This is the afterlife, right? Have I already passed away? Then I mumbled.

However, I am not a cat in any way! Because I do not own nine lives, the impact that was caused by the truck earlier has the potential to take my life! I don't know what all the fuss is about.

I must locate a place to stay for the night while I explore the matter. In the meantime, I will look for a solution. There is no way I can hide under this cabin until morning; I really need to get some rest! My thoughts are that I may have been kidnapped by someone or that Argentina may have sent me to a province. They are going to be killed by me! At this point, both Mother Rosita and Father Joselito are, without a doubt, concerned about me.

Following a period of about ten minutes spent in concealment, I emerged from the water. I went on foot in search of a different place to stay where no one would be able to see me. It is not safe to stand here and watch it happen. Everyone is looking at me. In fact, I need to become more familiar with the location.

The sound of something ringing could be heard while I was sprinting in the centre of this jungle. When I turned my head to glance around, I noticed a large group of troops coming in my direction. Suddenly, I became aware of the origin of that ringing sound. This was specifically due to the metal clanging that was coming from their waist. Why in the heck am I able to hear that!?

When a soldier quickly raced up to me and pinned me to the ground, my eyes widened. I was on the verge of sprinting away once more, but I was stopped in my tracks by the military. I was even placed in handcuffs by him in a matter of seconds. How was he able to accomplish that? It only took a few seconds to happen!

"How did you do that, officer?" The individual who was detaining me questioned me.

"What to do? "You are beyond comprehension," he remarked. Almost as if I were the one who was strange and peculiar and not him.

It wasn't until we reached a police vehicle that I allowed them to drag me. It appeared to be an old and medieval place, yet the technology was precisely the same as it was in the place where I used to reside. Without a doubt, I am still alive. I have no idea where I am or how I came to be here out of nowhere. I need some clarification. It lasted only a few minutes until we arrived at a large gate. I was pulled out of the building, and the large gate opened. As a result of the view, my mouth became more open. A large, magnificent, and ancient castle from the Middle Ages stood in front of me. This is the very first time that I have been able to arrive in such close proximity to a castle.

Due to the fact that you have a strange odour, the King has demanded your appearance. Something weird is what he observes about you. One of the policemen in the police force stated that if you commit a crime, the monarch will not think twice about putting an end to your life.

Is it King? A dictatorship? The nation in which I currently reside is one in which the people vote for candidates to lead the government; this is not the country in which I now live. The more I learn, the more curious I am. So, where am I? The United Kingdom or some other region of Europe is where I am right now. Because I don't even have a passport, that is not even remotely conceivable!

I was compelled to enter a room by them. Even though my face hit the ground so hard, I was able to pull myself up and stand up. As a result of their lightning-fast speed, I was completely unaware that they had removed my handcuffs.

After some time had passed, there was a knock at the door. As soon as I opened it, a middle-aged woman was before me. I took the dress that she was holding in front of me and accepted it. A crimson maxi dress was what it was. Slits were present in the front, and the straps were designed in a spaghetti-style fashion. My body needed to be washed, so I went to the restroom. Right after I passed my clothing, I changed them. Now, I have a pleasant and clean odour. Escaping from this weird fortress is the next thing I need to accomplish in order to complete this task.

As I stood at the window, I gazed down. Due to the fact that my floor was elevated above the ground, I was unable to utilize the blankets as a rope from which to descend. That will be the moment that I pass away.

When I opened the door, I did so with a deliberate pace. There was a moment of silence for me when I noticed that someone was waiting for me in front of me. She works as a maid at the house. The woman who knocked before was wearing the same uniform as well. However, that did not prevent me from evading capture. Before I ran away so quickly, I shoved her and yelled out that I was sorry. She missed me as a result of the impact on her life.

"I must make my way out of this castle on my own." The exit is located where? People who behave peculiarly and peculiarly make up the entirety of this place! Then I mumbled.

I was able to go away from the castle without fear of being discovered. Aside from the fact that I am currently on my way to exit through the large main gate, I am unsure of how I can exit without being discovered. I need to come up with a strategy. At the entrance, there are an excessive number of security personnel.

Behind a bush, I hid myself. I could feel my heart thumping so quickly. I have to think quickly and take action, dammit. They may kill me if I do not observe their legislation. A few meters away from me, the dog turned into a monstrous creature, and I was on the verge of running away. The number three appeared in its brain! That dog is a monstrous creature!

At the speed that I could, I ran. Because a car was approaching from the outside, the main gate was opened. Despite the fact that the guards yelled at me to stop running, I did not budge or listen to them. All of them are strange individuals, and that dog is a monstrosity! I had the impression that dogs were cute little hairy living creatures, but I had never seen a dog that could make its head three. Due to what I witnessed, I feel like throwing up. During the process, the dog's flesh tore away from its skin and became detached. When I was little, I liked to read about Greek mythology, and it reminded me of the hydra.

Upon exiting the main gate, I felt a tightening in my chest at the same time. This is it! As long as there are no obstructions in my path or if the police do not catch me, I am able to run quite quickly.

"Aww!"

Because of the pain I was experiencing, I yelled and then stopped. I was unable to continue jogging because someone forcefully grabbed my hand. Because I was moving so quickly, I was unable to spot him anywhere.

The sight of his delicate hands gives him a very macho appearance. I am willing to guess that he is attractive, given that his hand is covered in these enticing veins.

My mouth dropped open as soon as our eyes met. It seemed as if my underwear had been dropped to the ground. What a stunningly beautiful and seductive man he is! The beauty of this person is something I have never seen before! From his head to his toes, he is yelling out commands. He is sitting in a suit and staring at me with a ferocious expression. God showed this man a great deal of favour.

A set of deep black eyes, a sharp jaw, a nicely sculpted nose, pinkish lips, and a very fair complexion are some of the characteristics that he possesses. His hair is jet black. His skin tone, on the other hand, gives the impression that he has passed away. Additionally, his hand does not have a warm sensation.

"Where are you going? Who the hell are you?" was what he asked.

"Can you help me escape-"

When I said the word "escape," he suddenly grabbed my neck and cracked it. I was on the edge of trusting him, but he quickly grabbed my neck and cracked it. I collapsed to the ground in a state of excruciating agony, like I was about to die.

Despite the fact that I had been experiencing discomfort earlier, it had disappeared as if nothing had happened. Even the residents of this wretched town are acting out of their minds! And that nice-looking man, it makes no difference to me if he is gorgeous! He is a strange person, and he was the one who killed me! However, the most peculiar thing is that I am not dead!

Now, I am seated in front of the monarch as well as the individual who was responsible for my death earlier. There is no way out for me; I am extremely fortunate in my situation. I was surrounded by authoritative figures. All of them are inexplicable. There are so many strange things that I witnessed that I don't even know how I can handle them all. If I am not experiencing a rush of adrenaline, I believe that I have already passed out.

The utterly stunning creature uttered, "Give respect to the king, you an outsider. Show some decency even if you don't look decent enough," despite the fact that these words were spoken.

My irritation stems from his tone. Would it have been necessary for him to make my blood boil? Please don't worry about me; he is very stunning! My guess is that he was working as a full-time jerk all the while!

The words "Who the hell do you think you are? Stop making fun of me," I uttered with a great deal of irritation.

"Well, if you don't know, I am the king's eldest son and the next future king of Arcturus Kingdom. I am Altair Flair Bloodawn. That is this hell's name. Welcome to our kingdom, brat. I will be your worst nightmare around," he stated with a grin on his face.

I just heard him whisper, but I was able to pick up on what he said. What the hell happened to make that happen!

In a low voice, I asked, "What are you?" As of right now, I am on the edge of passing out.

"We are vampires, darling. Welcome to the Creature's World," the king said. "We are looking for victims."

The chair in which I was seated was moved, and I got up from it. As a result of all the new information that I discovered today, my brain is spinning. Are they vampires? What explains all of this? Is it a joke?

My face hit the earth once more, and this time, it hit the ground with a great deal of force. I attempted to walk. I attempted to rise up, but I was unable to do so. On top of that, I felt a hefty foot pressing against my back. Those were the monster's ideas.

I was able to hear the words, "Bring this woman to her room. Father wants to talk to her later," before I collapsed and lost consciousness.