Beneath the Bloodstained Moon
Episode 6
The moment Alarica storms back into class, she’s already plotting.
Alarica is done playing defense. If Kael wants a war, he’ll get one—and she won’t hold back.
Alarica Volkova (FL)
Think, think, think. How do I make this bastard suffer? *Muttered to herself*
Then, her eyes land on Kael’s black leather jacket, hanging on the back of his chair. An idea clicks.
A slow, dangerous smile spreads across her lips.
Alarica Volkova (FL)
Oh, Kael… You really shouldn’t have messed with me. *Smirking to herself*
She doesn’t need to make a big scene—just a small, subtle reminder that no one crosses her without consequences.
She slides her hand into her bag, fingers brushing against a small vial she always keeps on her for emergencies.
Clear. Odorless. Industrial-grade glue.
Her movements are swift and precise. She lifts the jacket slightly, applying a thin but strong layer of glue on the inside of the sleeves and collar.
Not too much. Just enough that when Kael puts it on, it will stick like a second skin. A jacket that’s impossible to remove without ruining it—or tearing skin in the process.
Satisfied, she leans back into her seat, casually crossing her legs.
Minutes later, Kael strides into the classroom, oozing arrogance. He doesn’t spare her a glance as he grabs his jacket and slips it on effortlessly.
Alarica Volkova (FL)
*Watching with neutral expression*
Alarica Volkova (FL)
Three…
Alarica Volkova (FL)
Two..
Alarica Volkova (FL)
One. *Smirk*
At first, nothing happens. But then...
Kael Vortigern (ML)
*Try to roll his sleeves* *surprised*
His jaw tightens slightly, his brows knitting together. He tugs at the collar as if something feels off.
His expression darkens as he yanks at the jacket harder—only for it to resist.
His movements turn sharper, more urgent. The jacket won’t budge. It’s stuck to his skin.
Alarica Volkova (FL)
Interesting
Alarica doesn’t smile, doesn’t react—but inside, she’s enjoying every second.
Ronan Drax (ML friend)
What’s wrong? *Ask casually*
Kael doesn’t answer. He clenches his fists, flexing his arms as he tries to free himself—but the more he moves, the more the glue sticks.
Then comes the real moment of humiliation. He needs to take it off. But he can’t.
Kael Vortigern (ML)
The fuck… *Muttered dangerously*
His voice is controlled, but his frustration is clear. The entire class is watching now. And then it happens.
With a sharp, frustrated growl, Kael rips the jacket off forcefully—tearing fabric and making a loud ripping sound.
Ronan Drax (ML friend)
*Surprised*
The classroom falls into a stunned silence. Kael slowly turns, eyes burning, and meets Alarica’s gaze. She simply tilts her head, feigning innocence.
Alarica Volkova (FL)
Something wrong, Kael? *Asked a mockingly innocent voice with a smile*
His lips curve into a slow, deadly smirk. That’s when she knows—this war isn’t over. It’s only just begun.
The classroom is filled with whispers. Kael’s torn jacket lies on his desk, a casualty of Alarica’s silent war.
Kael leans back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes dark with unspoken promises. He doesn’t look angry. No—he looks entertained. That’s what makes him terrifying.
Ronan Drax (ML friend)
Damn, never thought I’d see the day someone got one over on you. *Scoff*
Kael doesn’t respond. His gaze stays locked on Alarica. Still. Studying. Calculating.
She meets his eyes without hesitation.
Alarica Volkova (FL)
What? Cat got your tongue? *Said mockingly*
Kael Vortigern (ML)
No, sweetheart. I’m just deciding how much you’ll regret this. *Said in a low smooth tone*
A shiver runs through the class. Everyone knows Kael doesn’t let things slide. But Alarica? She only tilts her head, feigning boredom.
Alarica Volkova (FL)
Big words for someone who just lost a fight. *Said lazily*
Whispers erupt around them. No one talks to Kael like that.
And that’s when Sienna finally enters the room.
Alarica Volkova (FL)
*Look at her* Sienna
Sienna’s arrival is like a shift in the air. Alarica’s gaze snaps to her instantly. It’s been a week. A whole week since Sienna disappeared after helping her escape Kael.
Sienna Larke (Fl Friend)
*Look at kael and Ronan*
She looks… drained. Like she’s carrying a weight no one else can see. And yet, despite that, her sharp eyes land straight on Alarica. Without hesitation, she strides over and sits beside her.
Sienna Larke (Fl Friend)
What did you do? *Asked quietly*
Alarica Volkova (FL)
Nothing he didn’t deserve. *Shrugged*
Sienna exhales, rubbing her temples.
Sienna Larke (Fl Friend)
You really don’t fear death, do you? *Muttered*
Kael chuckles darkly from across the room.
Kael Vortigern (ML)
No, she doesn’t. But she will. *Said in a deep voice*
The threat is there, clear as day.
But before Alarica can reply, the teacher walks in.
Class begins, but Kael doesn’t look away from her. Not once.
Alarica pretends not to notice, but she feels it—the silent promise of retaliation. And then, just as the lecture starts, her phone vibrates.
A text. From an unknown number.
Alarica Volkova (FL)
"Come to the rooftop after class. Alone." *Read the text*
Alarica Volkova (FL)
*Eyes turn serious*
She doesn’t reply. She doesn’t have to. Because she already knows—Kael just set his trap. And she’s walking straight into it.
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