Lost In Riverdale

When Angel moves to Riverdale with her father, she keeps to herself, but her life takes an unexpected turn when she meets Sweet Pea... a serpent.

The main character 'Angel' is not based on myself, nor are any of the other characters based on anyone I am familiar with.

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1. Chapter 1


As we drove through the pitch black streets, of a small town, Riverdale, my new home, my dad asked me to keep an eye out for a diner or a store or someplace where we could buy some food for our growling stomachs,  a couple of teenagers in leather jackets walking through the streets tightly packed together caught my eye. One, in particular, I couldn't make out his face though. I suppose what really caught my attention was his height, he was insanely tall. Probably as tall as Michael Jordan or something. Suddenly the car stopped, and I looked over at my dad, who was looking back at me, "you okay, Angie?" he asked, I nodded, sighed and got out of the car, I stood outside the diner for a moment before walking inside, studying its features. The walls consisted mostly of turquoise neon lights, and a large sign over the diner that said 'Pop's chock'lit shoppe'. I walked inside and threw a quick glance across the room, there were a few people sitting here and there, it was getting late so there wasn't a lot of people. I walked over to the counter where an elderly, kind-looking, black man stood and was cleaning the counter. "Let me guess, Pop?" I asked, looking at the elderly man.

"What can I get you?" He asked,

"Two cheeseburgers one with fries and a vanilla milkshake and one with onion rings and a strawberry milkshake, please," I said and smiled

"Comin' right up," he said, as I turned around and sat down in one of the empty booths, waiting for our order. "You must be new here. I've never seen you around before, that's for certain." I spun around and looked directly into a teenaged girls eyes. She had curly, copper shimmer hair that reached to just above her waist. She had perfectly arched eyebrows, framing her oval face shape generously. There was a curious glow in her chocolate brown eyes.

"Uh-huh," I said dryly, and turned back around, closing my eyes, hoping she would leave me alone. Unfortunately, she didn't.

"Cheryl Blossom, the star of Riverdale, the only thing keeping it alive. I am pretty much the Paris of this place, aka Cheryl Bombshell." She said and slipped into the seat opposite of me. "And you are?"

I sighed,  "Angel."
"Pardon me?" She asked, and wrinkled her eyebrows in confusion.

"That's my name. Angel Knight."

"Hm." She muttered dryly. "Where are you from?"

"Vancouver," I replied, thoroughly disinterested in this conversation. "So, Angel, how long are you in town for? Or are you just passing through?" She asked I hesitated. Why wouldn't she just leave me alone? I opened my mouth to answer, but just then Pop placed a bag and two cups on the counter. "Sorry, gotta run," I said, and hastily got up, awkwardly slammed a few bills on the counter and muttered something along the lines of 'keep the change', grabbed the food, and hurried out. Just as I reached outside I bumped into a man. A tall man. Something about his silhouette seemed familiar. I couldn't really make out any of his features except that he had short, messy, raven hair. "Watch it," he said, as I turned around to apologise. His voice was soft, warm, yet angry and aggravated. I couldn't understand how it could be so contrasting yet so harmonic all at the same time. I scoffed and stumbled across the parking lot towards our car. I got in, and dad started the car. I looked out the window, up at the sky, as my eyes slowly fell shut.


When I woke up, we were parked outside a red brick building. It was shabby and modest, but cute. I sighed, and got out of the car, and helped my dad carry our luggage up to the loft on the top floor. It took dad a while to unlock the door, but finally, he got it and pushed the door open. I stepped inside behind him. All of our boxes had already arrived and filled up the big empty space nicely. There was a rustic vibe around the loft, with giant windows reaching all the way to the floor. The ceiling was tall and had several wooden poles around the room to support it, with white paint that was slowly peeling off. "I kinda dig it," I said, and climbed the metal stairs, placed in the middle of the room, to second floor-balcony like thing, where my bed was. I threw myself on the bed and fell asleep immediately.


I woke up to a light shining into my eyes, I blinked several times, as I realised that I had no idea what time it was, so I quickly fumbled around for my phone to check the time. 7:56 AM. "Shiiiitttt." I exclaimed as I jumped out of my bed, and rummaged around my suitcase and pulled out a pair of black ripped jeans, a white graphic tee with 'In Memory of My Social Life' printed on it, a black beanie to hide the fact that I hadn't washed my hair the last two days, and it was getting slightly disgusting, and a moss green and white flannel. I hastily out the clothes on, grabbed my backpack, and pulled on my scarlet Dr Martens, grabbed an apple and hurried off to school. It took me a while to find it, but eventually, I did. Ten minutes after I was supposed to be there. Southside High. I took a deep breath and walked inside, and was shocked to see that they had metal detectors set up in the entrance, and I  quietly muttered what kind of school is this? To myself, as I carefully proceeded to the metal detectors, I hesitantly took off my bag and placed it in one of the trays along with my rings, and walked through. There wasn't any trouble so I just waited for my bag, grabbed it, and tried to find my way to the principal's office. On my way, I studied the other students carefully, many of which were consuming something that I assumed was some kind of drug. Some others were making out and others were just having PG-13 groping sessions, and some apparently not so PG-13. A group of teens snarled and hissed at me as I walked by, I stumbled a few steps back in response, the hairs on my neck and arms rising in shock.

"Knock it off, Greedigut," said a deep voice behind me, I spun around to look at my "rescuer". He wore a black jean jacket, and jeans so ripped they barely existed, and a dark red v-neck. His hair was messy and dark brown, almost black. His eyes somehow seemed empty, yet alive. He looked me up and down, and chuckled slightly. "You new here?" He asked, and I nodded, "figures." He said, with a degrading undertone. I rolled my eyes. "Where ya headed?" He asked, and looked at me expectantly.

"Principal's office," I said dryly.

"You're not one to waste words, are you?" He said, smiled, and directed me towards the principal office without even asking if I knew where it was.

"I know." I lied, looking into his eyes.

"Oh really?" He laughed again, "because, I just gave you the wrong direction." He smiled smugly at me and gave me a new set of directions.

"Bite me," I said and started walking, hoping he'd given me the right direction this time. "That can be arranged," he called after me. "The name's Thorne by the way. Thorne Morrisson." He added, as I held up my middle finger, turned around the corner, and climbed the stairs to the third floor, and started wandering around until I found the office. I carefully knocked on the door, stepped inside, and headed over to the desk, where the secretary was speaking on the phone and very aggressively chewing gum. "Well then tell him to stick it where the sun doesn't shine, Janice." She said with a cliché Brooklyn accent. "Well, I don't care if his uncle is rich. Well, marry his uncle then. Look, Janice I gotta go, there's some kid here. I'll call you back." She hung up the phone and looked at me. She had blonde hair with dark roots reaching to just above her shoulders and wore a blue transparent button-down shirt. "What?" She snarled at me.

"I, um, I'm new here, and was informed that I was too come here and receive my schedule and any other information." I stuttered,

"You Angle Knight?" She asked,

"Angel, but yes." I corrected her.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed a purple binder, and a pen. She quickly flipped through the pages of the binder, with her long fingernails for a few minutes and then stopped abruptly. She looked up at me, "do you have a criminal record of any sort?" she asked dryly, and I shook my head. She didn't bother to open the rings, she just ripped the paper with my schedule and locker number on it out and handed it to me. I grabbed it and then hurried out, I wasn't going to spend another second in that awkward tension. My first class was English, which was my favourite subject, so that was pretty cool, but mostly I just stared out the window waiting to go home. This was a living hellhole. Eventually, lunch came around, and I found my way to the cafeteria. I stood for a while looking for an empty table to sit at, and finally spotted one, lucky for me, in the corner of the room. I started heading towards it, but as I passed one of the tables, someone grabbed my flannel, and I came to a stop. I turned around, and looked at my "rescuer" from earlier and rolled my eyes. "What do you want?" I hissed,

"Why don't you sit with us?" He asked, "If the serpents find out you're alone, you're an easy target."

"Thanks." I said, "but no thanks." I added, and ripped my flannel out of his hand, and took a step towards the empty table. I looked longingly at it, as Thorne, as he had introduced himself so gentlemanly, grabbed my hand,

"It's for your own good," He said,

"I said no. I'm not interested in being a part of your thug-gang-drug-criminal life or whatever this is." I said this time I was the one with the degrading undertone.

He scoffed, "you think you're better than us." He stated, and I didn't deny it. "You're gonna regret that, princess."

"Doubt it," I said and tore my hand out of his grip. When I finally got home, I threw myself onto my bed and screamed into my pillow. I turned around, staring into the ceiling for a while, and eventually decided that it was time for me to unpack my things.

A few days later, I decided to head out for Pop's. As I sat and quietly ate my cheeseburgers, more and more teenagers entered, and I caught glimpses of their conversations. But nothing really caught my attention. All just the usual, teen, relationship drama.

I got up, and walked outside, wishing that I'd brought a jacket and hoping that I could find my way home. Unfortunately, neither of those were the case, and I knew it as soon as I walked around a corner and into an alley, I spun around to get back out to 3rd Avenue, but three gigantic guys stood in my way, the one in front, Thorne. "Well, well, well. What. Do we. Have. Here?" He asked, licking his lips.

"I really don't have time for this," I said and tried to make my way past them, but Thorne grabbed my underarm so tight, I was sure he was crushing my bones. "Let go, you're hurting me," I said, naively hoping that my words would have an influence.

Thorne started laughing quietly, "I gave you an opportunity to join us. I served it to you on a silver platter, and not only did you refuse. You insulted us. You think you're better than us. Well, pretty soon you're gonna wish you had joined us." Said Thorne.

"If you think any of this is convincing me to join you, you're about to have an epiphany, Thorne," I said, spitting slightly into his face as I said it.

He started laughing again and then bent down so that we were at eye level. "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" He asked, with a hint of the degrading undertone returning, "good." Said Thorne, and took a step closer, so that I could feel his words on my face as he said them. "I like 'em better that way." Said Thorne, grabbed my waist and pulled me so close that there was an airtight space between us.

"What're you doing?" I asked, trying to hide the panic in my voice, "Stop it." I said, my voice beginning to tremble. "I mean it, stop!" I screamed at him as he grabbed my face with his other hand and forced his lips onto mine. I forced my face out of his grip and slapped him as hard as I possibly could. I pulled my leg back and kneed him in the balls as hard as I possibly could. "You're a pig." I said as he crumbled together for a few seconds. That's when his two "bodyguards" - or whatever the hell they were - interfered. They each grabbed one of my arms. "You really shouldn't have done that." Said Thorne, as he straightened back up.  "You humiliated me in front of the whole school, and now in front of my boys, and thought you could get away with it? Well, let's see which one of us is about to have an epiphany." He said, and took two quick steps towards me and stretched out his hand to grab my shoulder, but then was suddenly yanked back by an oddly familiar figure that I had seen around the streets the last few days.

"I believe the lady said; no." The voice said, drew back his arm and threw a punch. Thorne bent over, grabbing his cheek.

"You're gonna regret that, Serpent," said Thorne, spitting the last word as he got back up.

"We'll see about that," said the figure smugly, and received a punch from Thorne, I took this moment of hesitation from my captors as an opportunity to rip my arms out of their grips and throw a good, hard, punch in both of their balls, I spun around, and as one of them was about to bend over, I grabbed his head and smashed it into my knee, and he fell to the ground. As the other one got back up, I threw my fist at his face but he was faster, and grabbed my hand mid-punch, and twisted it around until I was screaming and on my knees. He then raised his hand, and I closed my eyes, as the closed fist came flying towards me. But it never came. I opened my eyes again, and another hand had blocked my attacker's and now twisted it around until I heard a crack and then let go. "This is Serpent territory, get lost, Ghoulies." He hissed at them. The two guys that had held me back now scrambled to their feet and ran away. The actual giant in front of me who was at least 191 centimetres tall, now turned to back to Thorne who was getting back on his feet, ready to throw another punch. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Or do you think that you can take all of us?" He asked, gesturing to the small group of people standing behind him, all at the ready with small knives. At least three more had joined him and now stood behind him like a wall. "I wouldn't try it," I said.

"This isn't over." Said Thorne.

"Sure it is. And you lost." Said the giant. Thorne ran away, in the same direction as his "boys" one of which, I was certain was the one who snarled at me on my first day. The giant now turned to me. "Are you all right?" He asked, with a concerned undertone.

"Yeah. Thank you, for that. All of you." I said. "I don't mean to sound rude, o-or ungrateful, but why'd you do that? I mean, none of you know me. A-and I'm not a Serpent. Whatever that is."
"Perhaps not," said a woman with pink and brown hair from the small crowd, "but Serpent, or no Serpent. We don't stand with rape."

"Besides." Said the giant. "It's our territory, and Ghoulies have been giving us a bad rep. I was dying for an excuse to throw a punch." "Right." I replied. " Speaking of throwing punches. Nice moves."

"I just- uh, I watch a lot of action movies, I guess," I replied

He giant chuckled lightly, "This is Toni," he gestured to the woman with the brown and pink hair, who saluted, "Fangs," a man with short black hair and a square jaw, nodded at me, "Gibbs," a black man with a fade haircut, "Darlin'," He pointed to a black woman with half of her hair tied up in two separate buns at the top of her head, and the rest hanging down her shoulders in small braids. "And Spike," he gestured to the last man. I could see where he got his name from. His hair was styled - with a lot of hair gel, probably - into spikes. He took a step closer, he had messy raven hair that fell over his soft, dark brown eyes, hidden underneath his thick eyebrows, which nicely framed his round face along with is long, straight nose. "And I'm Sweet Pea."

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