I strutted down the corridor of Brightwater Academy, my black velvet skirt swishing like I was auditioning for the role of Vampire Queen in some low-budget anime. I'm Elise—Raven Dementia Bloodrose, if you're feeling extra dramatic—and I'm basically invisible. Not because I'm skulking in shadows (though I totally could be), but because nobody here sees me. Teachers forget my homework the second I hand it in, classmates walk right past me, and even the cafeteria lady skips me in line. It's not just that I'm shy or goth or whatever—this is Adolescence Syndrome, a weird curse that's turned me into a ghost in plain sight. But trust me, this vampire queen's got plans to make Brightwater a lot less bright and a lot more bloody—KyaaaaHAHA!
No matter what I did or said, nobody—and I mean absolutely nobody—ever saw me or noticed a damn thing.
It started with people straight-up forgetting I existed. I'd hand in homework assignments, and barely an hour later, a teacher would ask, "Where's your homework?" as if I'd never given it.
Arguments followed, with me saying, "You already marked it," while showing Ms Clanker's graded papers. But the teachers never really bothered to read my essays properly. Their comments were nothing more than lazy scrawls at the bottom—words like "Excellent" or "Well done" that didn't even suggest they'd read a single sentence, let alone appreciated the hours I'd poured into the work. Then they'd deny ever marking it at all, accusing me of forging the grade.
Why the bleeding bat-butt-blood-fuck would I spend ten hours slaving over a long essay just to not hand it in and then fake the marking? Logic, LOGIC!!
The teachers' lazy comments reminded me of those generic quotes slapped on the front of books—things like "marvellous," "smart, funny, and sexy," "masterful storytelling," or even "this book made me wet between my legs." Just random one-word praises from newspapers and other authors, the kind of bland blurbs you could slap on any book, from The Cruel Prince to Anna and the French Kiss to The Hungry Caterpillar.
The teachers were either terrified they were losing their minds or downright afraid of me, so they just shoved me into isolation—even though I was already cut off from the world and every single student. For some reason, the other students found me too creepy to hang around with, which was stupid.
Anyway, she got revenge on that Ms. Clanker by summoning a curse—some kind of vampiric dark magic—and sending out evil chain message emails that said:
"If you don't say the word bukkake three times, your life's gonna go to absolute shit.
Say it now:
bukkake... bukkake... bukkake
It's the only way to keep the curse away.
Forward this to 5 people—or the curse'll find you. It'll sneak into your room and get you!
Ignore this, and the bukkake demon will crawl under your bed... rub itself into your sheets... and leave a nice, wet mess.
Don't ignore this... or you'll wake up feeling extra slimy."
Even though Ms. Clanker forwarded the email and repeated the word bukkake every chance she got to banish the demon, she still kept looking over her shoulder. The dark shadows and heavy bags under her eyes told the real story—she was drowning in fear, unable to get a single decent night's sleep.
A biiiiiiiig VICTORY for Elise, Raven, the Dementia Bloodrose—the DARK LORD VAMPIRE QUEEN of BRIGHTWATER ACADEMY!!! Brightwater won't stay so BRIGHT ANY longer… It'll be turned into her filthy, blood-soaked playground of darkness—MUHHHAAAHHAAA!!!
And she had got plenty more curses and tricks up her sleeves, beyond her shag band and bracelets. Like signing the teacher up by email for every dodgy diet site out there, while bombarding her inbox with wrinkle cream ads, Botox offers, and all sorts of beauty junk. But the best part? When Elise sent an email, she held down the enter key, blasting their inbox with thousands of the same message until it was completely flooded with utter crap.
Getting back to the whole nobody-seeing-her thing.
Being invisible wasn't a curse she chose, nor one she cast upon herself. But now, her Adolescence Syndrome is worsening—people don't just overlook her; they genuinely fail to notice she's there. No one interacts with her anymore, either.
Except… there has to be someone who still can. Someone like… Chad?
It was burnt into her brain—the moment he said he remembered her among the crowd in the courtrooms, then mentioned her book could actually get published—the very one she read aloud in front of the class… and how he could relate to the Raven girl in her story.
Chad, who never remembered any of the girls he met—or had… snuggle-struggle bang-bang, mew-mow, cuddle-puddle sessions with—somehow remembered little old vampire me, of all people.
If anyone could still see me, it had to be him.
His quirk was that he was utterly irresistible to every single girl—like, every one of them couldn't help but want to kiss him passionately, caress him everywhere, and ride his dick like there was no tomorrow.
My quirk? Nobody could see me at all—or remember a single thing I did or said. Moments later, it was like I never even existed. Here at the academy, I was completely invisible... like I wasn't even here. I was a ghost in plain sight.
I could literally go and punch someone right in the face, and they wouldn't know what hit them… But I wouldn't—I didn't want to chip one of my beautifully painted black nails, each adorned with cute mini chibi kawaii faces and vampire kittens sporting tiny fangs, with spots of blood on their fangs. Cute and scary… well… mostly just cute...
The burning—panties-soaking, mind-blowing—question was: what the heck actually triggered these quirks? Like, how did being invisible even happen?!
Like Red Bull gives you wings and curry gives you diarrhoea… those were classic quirk triggers.
Street food plus beer? Instant super-powered projectile vomiting—like a boss attack!
Watching porn as a guy? That's the ultimate quirk activation to make the sausage go mega mode.
And for the girls? Playing FarmVille or getting into fiery arguments could make nipples hard and, well… unleash the secret wetness between the legs down there.
But seriously—were these real quirks, or just the body doing its thing?
There had to be something behind this invisibility—not just the usual 'not being seen' quirk. But what?
I definitely didn't have to strip like Toru Hagakure from My Hero Academia. Does she? Nope. She's got clothes specially made to turn invisible. But imagine if her clothes went invisible while she stayed visible—everyone would see her totally naked! Whoa… Never thought about that.
Sure, wandering Brightwater Academy fully nude sounds kinda fun, but I'm way too shy—even if nobody can see me. Honestly, it's not unusual for girls here to go nude; they're pretty thirsty and toss their clothes off without a second thought.
Me? I didn't have a body worth parading around. Just modest boobs, a small, neatly trimmed pussy, a tiny frame, and black hair.
I was that shy, goth, vampire-like girl at Brightwater Academy—messy ebony hair falling just past my shoulders, pale skin with freckles that blushed easily. My dark grey eyes were framed by smudged, uneven kohl.
Standing at 5'2", my petite frame curved softly—small, uneven breasts, a narrow waist, subtle hips—and my neatly trimmed pubic area was my little secret.
Dressed in a wrinkled black Nirvana T-shirt (a band I'd never heard of), a loose velvet skirt, and scuffed boots, I carried a wallet stuffed with Hot Topic coupons, my shy, awkward charm quietly setting me apart from the academy's louder, bolder girls.
Still, family members, neighbours nearby, and shopkeepers could see me just fine—it seemed the problem only happened at this academy. And this syndrome was getting worse and spreading fast, like a young adult's legs spreading open for their newest vibrating electric toothbrush.
I was NOT just some wicked witch, drowning in curses and shadowy darkness. No—within my midnight soul burned a flicker of pure, radiant good. Yes, even the darkest vampire queen could wield her invisible powers for noble deeds.
And NOW—in this very moment—I would unleash my true power, staying cloaked in shadows and invisible to the world, to do something... darkly good.