20 Chapter 15: Going back to the not savest place on earth!! Part 1
[Part 1: I have apparently the superpower to attract sexy chicks.]
*Sigh*
"Here we go again," I mutter as I enter the totally unnecessary train, looking for an empty compartment.
'Why the actual fuck is this even supposed to be a problem?!' I curse mentally.
In a society with expansion charms, how come we have a problem with finding compartments?! Like, why aren't they using them to create a big hall inside the train for those that want to socialize, and many smaller ones for those that want to have their peace.
*Sigh*
I am seriously astonished by these magical morons train of thought, and I am also not in the mood to talk to another person today because we are closing in on the full moon.
I have spent the last few days communicating with the Cullen's, and found out quite a few things about my own nature.
Carlisle was too happy that his stupid gay son managed to take somewhat control of his power. To thank me, he invited me to stay over at their place again in the Summer Holidays, but the most impressive thing he did for me was to get information on the church's Wolves for me.
'I think he is trying to set me up with Gayward?!' I think while shuddering at the thought.
Either I have greatly underestimated a Vampire's senses, or this is pure coincidence that he gifts me this information, or this is happening because of Alice peeking into the future for me, and deciding to help me where she can.
In any case, I am grateful for the extremely needed help, because now I don't need to waste time on researching everything on my own.
Anyway, I have now got my grubby little claws on information about the [Holy Wolf Order] under the Church's jurisdiction for fighting the Supernatural threats that mankind is facing.
Most of the text was bullshit and way too washed up with religious propaganda, but some parts explained their powers, their way of training and fighting, and finally, the drawbacks of their nature.
'Well, I am technically immortal as long as no one rips off my head off my shoulders with a silver blade,' I think happily.
I will just heal back up from about anything physical, even silver, but just at a slower pace, and even if they behead me, I will come back as long as my head is placed back upon my torso. The only true way of killing me is either something that attacks the soul directly, like the Unforgivable, or the more slow-working alternative, Vampire Poison.
But I'd have to have a shit-ton of that in my body to die. Also, all the stuff does is fuck my immune system, and make me weak and more susceptible to damage.
The other thing is I will grow stronger with each cycle, even if I don't train, but if I do train the gains will be greater. Apparently, this is God's gift for being the chosen one, but I personally believe it is because I have survived the ritual. I cannot and should not take everything that is written in these texts as 100% truth, because of their very nature of being religious texts.
Also, any person I bite has a greater chance of surviving because I can basically control my poison based on intent, but that needs proper training.
And the final and most intriguing and shocking discovery is that apparently the wolves of the Order have magic!!! Like, they can use gestures to achieve feats that only can be described as, or with magic.
Well, they call them god-bestowed gifts, but the description fits magic, and if my theory about them being Squibs is true, then this means that I can awaken some sort of magic within them. The thing is how I will have to go about doing that, and over the past few weeks, I have put even more thought into this theory. What if Edward, Rosalie, and Alice were also Squibs, and this is the reason they've awakened their peculiar powers?
What if the magic within the body of a Squib is not non-existent, but dormant, and awaits a primer to awaken? Be it a vampire's bite or werewolf's bite. But the problem with the latter is the savage nature of the ritual. If you don't succeed, you'll turn into a mindless beast and will never find out what benefit it actually has or brings.
"I think this compartment is still free?" I hear a girl's voice asking as she pushes the door open before I can even reply.
I look at the girl who has just barged in, and I see a brown-haired beauty looking down on me from her standing position.
"Oh, a little snake?!" she says, surprised.
"I can prove the snake ain't that small, my lady," I say with a sparkling smile.
**Snort**
"Haha, I like this snake already," the girl behind her says.
"Amelia, come on, go in already," another girl says.
"Yeah, we've basically checked half the train by now, and I don't want to look further," the first girl says.
"May we sit in your compartment, or are you awaiting company?" the girl named Amelia asks me.
"Suit yourself," I say as I wave my hand to invite them in.
Moments later, I am sitting with three girls inside my compartment and am being openly checked out, and I cannot even feel butt hurt about it. I am sexy as hell, no homo!
I am, well, 10/10 sexy, and with my charming personality I basically fuck the whole scoring system.
*Sigh*
'Being too awesome makes life difficult! I mean these plebs can bask in my glory, and I have to give them the pleasure at no cost,' I muse sadly, it would be amazing if I could charge people for having the pleasure of my presence.
I am around 1.80 meters in height, my hair that was once black has, due to the ritual, turned completely white. Well, that comes with the shitty ritual my gramps tricked me into, and I am muscular, not bodybuilder level, but a warrior's build.
I have also decided that long white hair makes me look like a sissy, so I opted for a short haircut. Anyway, I am prime dating material.
"So, who are you ladies? You've barged in without introducing yourselves," I finally question after giving them a long moment to take in my amazingness.
"I am Amelia Bones," the dark-haired one introduces herself, and I cannot help but look her over once again. After all, she is a canon character, but she does not look like some old washed-up lady who has faced way too many hardships. She looks like a young Cathy McGrath if I had to describe her.
"A pleasure, Miss Bones," I say while thinking about, well, you know.
"I think he's thinking about getting you in his bed," one of them says with a sarcastic undertone.
"Haha, I have most certainly entertained that thought at some point," I reply, breaking out laughing at the girl's nonchalance.
I mean, I've never been one to hide my attraction to the fairer sex, be it in this life or my prior one, and I've always been open about throwing out a compliment.
"You're quite the crass one, aren't you?!" Amelia asks me, apparently displeased at what I said.
"Well, I'm not one to hide behind rhetoric. You yourself know best that you are attractive, and expecting me not to notice that is a fool's errand," I reply.
"Well, finally, we meet someone honest amongst the snakes, but it has to be a pervy one," says the third girl, amused.
"I am Willow Rosenberg, and this is Regina Mills," the last girl introduces herself while also introducing the sarcastic girl.
"A pleasure, ladies. I am Severus Prince," I introduce myself, and I can see how Bones's eyes zone in on me, as well as the other two girls.
There has only been one Severus in our school, and he doesn't look anything like me. Well, I have changed quite extremely, to be honest. I have grown; I am not scrawny any more.
"Severus?!" Regina asks while checking me out.
"Exactly," I reply with my most charming smile, making sure that I am making her moist.
Women, one cannot be with them, but also not without them.
I love women, but I hate them just as much as I love them.
The crazy thing about women is how much they understand about triggering a man's instincts by weaponizing sex, and how little they actually understand about a man's character.
"Wasn't your last name supposed to be Snape?" Amelia asks me, looking way too intently at me.
"Well, long story short, my grandfather accepted me as his heir, and now I am carrying my maternal side's family name," I answer, not disclosing that I am a pureblood now.
"Oh, so you are a Prince?!" she asks, shocked.
"That I am," I answer with a smirk.
"What is this about, Amelia?" Willow asks.
"He is a Prince!" Amelia exclaims.
"I got that," Willow says, waiting for an answer.
"No! He is literally a Prince! The Prince family is part of the British Royal family!" she explains.
*OHHHHHHHH*
*AHHHHHHHH*
"So he is a Prince?!" Willow asks, looking me up and down.
"Well, he does look the part of Prince Charming," Regina says with a seductive smirk.
'Can't hate a woman for being a gold digger,' I think, amused at her antics.
"Ladies, I am still me no matter what my social status may be, right?" I try to downplay, but I am way too arrogant to not care about my status.
Only idiots don't give a fuck about their social life! Be an outcast, but be cool enough so that the others aren't worth your time, and not the other way around.
Never allow others to look down on you!
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