Cooper Academy

Miranda Smith learned that she was adopted then was sent off to an unknown school. Upon arriving there, she is told she is the chairman's sister and she has a butler, Maxwell. The night after getting to Cooper Academy, she meets a strange boy in the woods. All she knows is his first name, Alexavier, but she continues to meet him. Until the rival school crashes a party, Alexavier leading the group with his half-brother, Jayden.


1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I watched as the bare tree flew by the bus. Despite the snow on the ground the air had been warm before I got on the bus-and not just because I was wearing a sweatshirt and a jacket.

I glanced to the front of the empty bus as I felt eyes on me. The bus driver was looking forward but I knew that he was the one staring because he was the only other person on the bus.

I looked back down at my hands that were sitting in my lap. I started to braid my hair, finishing in my lap. My blonde hair had never been cut despite its thickness and my being seventeen years old. My father loved my hair as a child.

Then again, I did just learn that he’d been laying to me all my life so I don’t know why I still trust him. It may be because I grew up as his daughter.

My parents dropped the “you’re adopted” bomb as I was leaving for my new school. I didn’t know anything about it besides the name. It was named Cooper Academy. I tried to look up information about it on Google but nothing came up. And when I say nothing, I mean nothing. It literally said, “No results.”

My parents threw me onto a bus with a creepy bus driver who had a staring problem and left. Shows how much they cared.

I jutted forward as the bus came to a stop. The bus driver looked up in his mirror and gave me a smile. He was missing a few of his crooked teeth. I flashed a quick, forced smile and stood up. I picked up the bag that I brought with me and started for the front of the bus.

My parents were going to send the rest of my stuff. They told me it should be here within the week. Not that I was particularly sure where here was.

I should have been paying attention to where I was going rather than reading but I was just too into it. Once I start a book I just can’t put it done, no matter what it is. Once I start one, I have to finish it.

I nodded to the bus driver as I passed him and stepped out of the bus. As I began to walk away from the bus, I was stopped by a hand on my wrist. I turned my head quickly, letting the braid that my hair was now in swing around my head and land on the other side.

“Let me go.” I whispered, looking down. I could still feel his brown eyes burning holes into my face.

“No.” His voice was as dark as his eyes.

“I think she told you to let her go.” My head turned toward the deep voice. Sitting on a tree branch-yes, on a tree branch-was a boy about my age.

He had black hair that looked like he slicked it back with his fingers. His abnormally yellow eyes were shining brightly-matching his smile. He looked like he stood at at least six-two. He was actually pretty attractive. Okay, very attractive.

He stood up on the branch, rocked for a second, then jumped. I could have swore my heart skipped a beat. He was several feet off the ground but he landed as he had jumped, hands in pockets and smile on his face.

“Get out of here, this isn’t any of your business.” The dark voice spoke again.

“Actually, it is my business. This little lady right here is very important to this school. That and she’s a fellow student. I was taught to help a peer in trouble.” He laughed once and started walking toward us.

The bus driver pulled me against him and wrapped his arm around my neck. I wasn’t particularly sure about what to do so I stood, staring at the strange man that was hopefully going to save me like he said he was going to.

“You have until I get to three. My brother always told me to give the other guy at least a chance.” He chuckled once more and started counting. “1…” The bus driver tightened his grip. “2…” His arm loosened slightly, like he was thinking about letting go but wasn’t particularly sure yet. “3.” Everything that happened next happened too fast for me to see. Then again maybe the hand that covered my eyes was the cause of that.

My hands went up to the one covering my eyes. I could tell by the size that it belonged to a man, who I was guessing was the stranger who seemed to be saving me. After about three second, the hand left my face and I turned around.

“Who exactly are you?” I asked, looking up at him. Wait, no. That wasn’t the same guy. There was something off about him. I didn’t exactly know what it was until I saw Stranger Number One out of the corner of my eye. He had a smile on his face. Stranger Number Two didn’t. He looked like he was forced to be standing there. But Stranger Number Two looked exactly like Stranger Number One. Stranger Number Two just stared down at me. His eyes looked angry. Like I had been a burden on him.

I was about to yell at him when Stranger Number Two walked over and spoke up. “I’m Demetri de Valence. This is my twin brother, Damien. You are most definitely Miranda. Miranda Ryleigh Cooper.”

“No. I’m not. I mean, my name is Miranda Ryleigh but my last name isn’t Cooper. It’s Smith.” I looked between them and they looked at me with equal curiosity. Our curiosity was interrupted by a new voice.

“Damien, Demetri. Go back to the school. I’ll guide Miranda from here.” I looked between the twins, who had turned to looked at the man who had spoke. The both bowed slightly and walked away, Demetri looking back and waving to me.

“I’ll see you later, Miranda Smith.” He winked, laughed, and followed after his brother.

The new man turned from the men and looked at me. His eyes were as black as his hair and his suit. He was wearing a suit. Maybe he was a teacher. Or the Chairman. Maybe that’s why the Damien and Demetri bowed to him.

“Hello, Madame. My name is Arthur Stuart. It is a great pleasure to finally meet you and I hope that you would let me lead you to the Chairman.” He spoke to me like I was royalty. Like any slip of the mouth and I would cut off his tongue. He seemed like he was trying out each word and he searched my eyes the entire time from his slightly bowing position for some sort of reaction. I just nodded to him.

He gestured down the path and I nodded once more, following his gesture. He walked slightly behind me and kept looking around as we walked down the long path.

The school finally came into sight after about five minutes of silent walking. My hand tightened on my bag. It was magnificent. It was at least three stories tall and very Victorian. There were several building spread out in the large field behind the main building. I wasn’t sure of what they were but they were all two stories high.

Arthur led me down the path and toward the enormous brown building. It just got more beautiful the closer we got. My breath was taken more and more with each step.

As we got closer, I noticed that it was exactly like colleges shown in movies. There were people laying in groups on the lawn in front of the academy. One man caught my attention.

He was standing alone, leaning against a tree. His eyes were on the book he was reading. For some reason, my eyes were just drawn to him. I couldn’t take them away. I managed to continue to walk without tripping over myself. Well, until he looked up.

His unusually red eyes glanced up and fell directly on me, like he knew I was standing there and staring at him. I watching him chuckle once when I managed to trip over my own two feet. I could feel all eyes on me as Arthur helped me up-even though I could have swore all eyes were on me before then.

I brushed Arthur off lightly then myself. “I’m fine. I’m just a clutz.” I looked back up at the where the strange man was standing and I realized he was gone. He almost literally disappeared. I mean, I only looked away for a split second. Just like in the movies, he was there one second and gone the next.

Arthur led me into the building. The main entrance opened up into a room. The inside looked just how I would have imagined. Magnificent. I was large and empty. The floor was stone and so were the walls. There was a massive chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The walls had massive paintings that all looked like originals. There were doors scattered meticulously around the room and three openings. I could see into one. There was a stairwell and an elevator.

But there was only one thing that caught my attention. It was an enormous picture on the opposite side of the room. It was directly in front of the door so anyone who walked in could see it. It was that of two people, a man and a woman. The man was standing with the woman in front of him. His hand on her stomach. She was definitely pregnant at the time. Her round stomach was pronounced. Even though they weren’t smiling and it was a painting, you could tell they were happy.

For some reason, I felt as if I knew the two blonds. Maybe because the woman looked like an older version of myself. As soon as the thought clicked in my head, Arthur pulled me through a door in the left-hand corner of the room, farthest from the painting.

He had pulled me into what looked like a waiting room. There was a receptionist at a large desk on the right side of the room. Her back was to us. She sat with her headset on and talking rapidly and quietly, her hands typing on the computer in the same way. She did not look up from her computer screen as we walked up to her. She didn’t even look like she realized we walked in.

“Go ahead, Arthur. He’s waiting for you.” She spoke up for a slight second then returned to her typing and talking. Arthur looked like it was normal that she realized we were here without looking at us. He just walked toward the large double doors to her left. Arthur knocked twice then opened the door.

“Sir. She is here.” He opened the door farther then guided me in. I looked at him and he nodded reassuringly. Slowly, I walked in, my bag weighing down my shoulder. We walked into a dark room. The walls were as black as the carpet. The only things that weren’t black, were the candles and the computer screen. There was a chair with a tall back facing away from us and the computer was shining toward the front of the chair, from a person’s lap.

As soon as the door was shut, the chair started to turn. As it did, I saw the man’s face. It looked exactly like the one in the picture. The single difference was that the man in front of me looked about my age rather than in his thirties. His black eyes were on me and a smile was revealing his perfectly-aligned, white teeth.

He moved his laptop onto the enormous desk that was now in front of him and slowly stood up. As he did, I could vaguely see Arthur drop to a knee. I couldn’t take my eyes off this man, though.

Not as he walked around the desk and over to me. He reached down and took my right hand in his. I watched as he lifted it to his lips and kissed it gently. I was both shocked and confused by his next comment.

“Sister,” he whispered then bent at the waist slightly. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

I looked at him, shocked. I literally walked into this room and the first thing he does is call me sister. How could I even be sure he was telling the truth? “I’m not your sister,” Was what I managed to say.

The man straightened his back and laughed. “Oh but I am.” He said as he walked over to the large desk. He took a picture frame off of it and walked back over to me, holding it out. I took it hesitantly. “This is our family before you had to leave. That is our father, Alec Sr., and our mother, Mary. I am Alec Jr. No other siblings.”

I looked down at the picture and my jaw nearly dropped. If I wasn’t as good at covering my emotions as I was, it would have been on the floor. The two adults in the picture were the two people from the painting in the main room. The only difference was that they were holding two babies, the man had a pink blanket and the woman a blue.

“Our parents argued when Mom said you had to leave. Dad insisted he would be able to protect you but Mom knew he wouldn’t have been able to. She was right. They died when I was thirteen. Well, we.” He leaned againt the desk and crossed his arms. “I have another meeting in about ten minutes so we’ll have to make this quick. Arthur, go get the Lamia.”

My eyes drifted to Arthur who was bent at the waist slightly. “Yes, sir.” He said then slipped out the door.

“There are some things I’m about to tell you that you may not understand. The Lamia will be able to tell you more about it and answer any of your question. His name is Maxwell Lamia and he will be your butler from today on. It is his duty to protect you against everything. You are not to fight anyone. Ever.” His expression grew dark, as if he was remembering something dreadful. “You will be living with Jennalynn Miller and her butler, Claude Bampira. The Lamia will be living there too.”

Of all the things I could have asked at that point, the first thing I chose was, “Why do you call him ‘The Lamia?’” Alec’s only response was a laugh then he went on to the next thing.

“The Lamia will show you to your housing unit after our talk. Oh, perfect timing.” He looked at the door as a knock sounded. “Come in, Arthur and Lamia.” Arthur came in first, followed by a mysterious man. No. I’d seen him before.

He was the man against the tree in the courtyard. He was still in the same tuxedo I had seen him in earlier. He definitely looked like a butler. Aside from the fact he looked only a year or two older than me. He suddenly dropped to a knee and I took a step back. No. I couldn’t deal with this.

“Madame. I am yours body and soul. If you need anything, I will be there. I will put your life before anything else, including my own life. Please, allow me to serve you, Madame.” His voice was sweet, like chocolate, but deep. Dark chocolate, maybe? His sincerity was both admirable and terrifying.

“No. I can’t. This is all just too… Overwhelming.” I couldn’t help but to sit down in one of the big black chairs that was set out in the office. Before I could get my butt in the chair, Maxwell was at my side.

“Are you feeling alright, Madame?” He reached out to feel my forehead but I stopped him.

“Miranda, you have to let him. He was born to be your butler. It’s his birth right and there is nothing you can do to change that. Just give him permission.” Alec was staring at Maxwell. Anyone could tell that they didn’t like each other. The tension in the room had gotten worse when Maxwell came in. Something happened between them but it wasn’t my place to ask.

Hoping to get out of this room quicker, I just agreed. “Fine. I allow you to do whatever.”

Maxwell bowed at his waist. “Thank you, Madame.”

“We’re going to have to set up some restrictions, though. Like, the whole ‘Madame’ thing. That’s not going to be happening.” I shook my head and looked at Alec. After a minute, he finally spoke, getting serious.

“What I’m about to tell you is the complete truth. I’m not kidding in the slightest.” He took a deep breath. “You… We are… Crow demons.” His eyes averted from mine as I stared at him with shock.

I didn’t know what to say. He was trying to make me believe that I was a demon. After 17 years, you’d think I would know something like that. I guess I didn’t know my self as well as I once believed. I was about to protest my disbelief but Alec put up his hand.

“My meeting partner is going to be here any minute. Lamia, show her to her housing.” He pushed himself off the desk and walked around to the other side. Was that really it? Was he really just going to leave me hanging like that.

“Will you at least tell me how our parents died?” I asked.

“It was…” His eyes drifted to Maxwell then to Arthur. “An accident.” He didn’t seem to sure about himself. It was like he didn’t even believe that that’s what it was. I nodded, knowing that he wasn’t about to elaborate on that at all. Maxwell put out his arm but didn’t say anything.

Sighing, I walked to the door, tightening my grip on my bag. I didn’t really understand why I wasn’t freaking out. Maybe because deep down, I may have actually believed all this.

Maxwell and I left Arthur and Alec alone in the room as he led me out of the building. We walked around the stone path that led to the back of the building, then up to the building directly in the middle of the field in the back. It was different from the other houses. It was bigger. More extravagant. It was still only two stories but it was bigger, square feet wise.

As we got to the door, Maxwell pulled keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. “The door automatically locks once it’s shut, so always have your key or cell phone.” The way he spoke was different from before. Now that I think about it, so was the way he was carrying himself. He was more at ease than when he was in Alec’s office.

The inside of the house was just amazing. I was completely speechless as Maxwell and I walked inside. There was another painting of my parents hanging in the foyer. On the wall opposite of that one, there was another painting of two older people. I was beginning to feel self-conscious. Everyone at the school was beautiful. My parents were, these two people were, my brother was. Even Maxwell was attractive. Even I could see his muscles bulging through his suit. I hated to admit it since I just met him, but I would like to see him without a shirt. Before I let my mind stray any farther that that, I quickly followed Maxwell throughout the house. He showed me the kitchen, which I had chefs to cook the main dishes for me but I could make whatever snacks I pleased, the library which was bigger than my old house, and my room. This entire house was more magnificent than my house. Than any house in my town. It was going to take a while for me to get used to this.

My room was definitely the best part, at least in my mind. It was large but it wasn’t too big to make me feel even more overwhelmed. There was a door on each wall besides the one that my bed was against. Everything was white and made me feel at peace. Maxwell told me that the door to the left lead to my closet and the door to the right led to his room. Great, right? Our rooms were conjoined. Two teenagers had conjoined rooms. If this was a book, we would probably fall in love. I shuddered slightly and walked over to my bed, sitting down and dropping my bag on the ground. I had so many questions and I didn’t know where to start.

So I decided to start with the question that had been playing around in my mind. “Maxwell, what are you?” I asked, staring at my hands. I was unsure if I wanted to know the answer or not but I knew that I had to ask.

“I’m a vampire.” He stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. “Please, call me Max.”

I nodded at him but couldn’t speak. The person living in my conjoined room is a vampire. This was going to be an interesting year.

“Come on. Jennalynn is home. It’s time to meet your roommate.” I looked up just in time for there to be a slight smile on his face before he turned around. I couldn’t help but to smile also.

Following him out the door, he led me downstairs and to the living room. I took a deep breath and walked into the room, praying that she was nice. I don’t think I could live with someone who wasn’t at least decent.

And there she was, sitting on the couch while reading a book. I already had a good feeling about her. She looked like the quiet type. Another good sign. The enormous flat screen TV on the opposite side of the room from her was off. There was a man sitting in the chair, doing the same as the girl, reading. Did everyone around here read? I first saw Maxwell… Max when he was reading and now I’m meeting two more people who are also reading.

I should have been feeling that this school would be quiet but I think the incident when I first got here would prove otherwise. Who were those two guys again?

“Jennalynn, this is Miranda. She is my master and your new roommate.” Max spoke, his face facing the ground. I looked over at the two people again, just as their eyes came out from their books. 

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