I'm a Walking Disaster With My Unwanted Virginity

"ARGhh!" A massive slap fell on my back and along with it came the pain. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?"

Uncle laughed hard. "Now you gone and done it, kid!" He was laughing a bit too much. "I'm damn proud!" He laughed haphazardly. "Oh, and we need to talk later. I'll be with the geezer."

I'd really wish aunt Annie would show up and drag his ass back home already, seriously!

"Fine." Damn that hurt. 

Marg finally let go of me and stood next to me. I felt a bit weird to be on my feet and everything felt a bit wobbly but I was okay.

Uncle laughed some more and started leaving. Marg's father and that Rock guy were also leaving. And that's when I saw something I shouldn't have. 

'Well, that won't end well.'

The crowd so far were enjoying the show. I got the impression they enjoyed this little squabble more than the actual fight. Because they sure were grinning rather hard, especially those reporters. Yeah, I was definitely not getting out of this without more headaches. I could almost imagine the headlines!

Sigh.                                                                   

Well, I'd already decided this long ago anyway. 

But something bad was about to happen and I could tell without even sighing. I still sighed though. 

"Well, your sister's about to do something stupid," I mumbled. 

"What do you mean?" Marg looked at me and then around her. Finally resting her eyes on the girl obstructing the headmaster's group's path. "That's not going to end well. She's not a match for him."

Yeah, I thought as much. 

"Think we should step in?"

"No." Marg's voice was typical, cold even. 

Well, it was their family business and I had no reason to stick my nose into it. Besides, I was pretty much out of commission. 

***

"What do you want? I thought I told you to stand down?" Melheim spoke clearly, glaring. 

People were about to leave but they stopped just to see the commotion. So far, this day was rather eventful. 

Eve held her sword firm, fire oozed out of her. It covered her blade, but that wasn't all. Her whole body burned and so did the space around her. She was damn serious. "I'm leaving the family. I want nothing to do with you!" Her clothes were completely fine though. 

She pointed her sword at her father. And a second later, charged. She jumped in the air and descended with spiraling motion, with all the force she was capable of. 

The people around the count gave him enough space.

Melheim- he just blocked it- with his palm. The surroundings became a bit chilly and the intense fire of the sword started to freeze. 

"He's freezing the fire?" Helio whispered from the sides. 

"That's why I said they're not a good match," Marg whispered back.

But eve wasn't done. 

With one hand she held her sword, with the other she focused her powers and called forth the biggest ball of fire over their heads and consequently made it fall. She was resistant to fire, so it didn't bother her as much. And yet her body still took damage, meaning this heat wasn't just intense, it was extreme.

The audience felt the extreme heat and the ones closest to the duo moved back. The headmaster, Devrock, and Excrucio didn't move though. They just watched the whole thing with grins. 

Meanwhile, Helio and Marg watched in anticipation. Especially Marg, she was conflicted for some reason. She was treated horribly in her early life and yet- and yet, she couldn't forsake the girl in front of her. She couldn't help her either. 

'No. This has nothing to do with me, anymore.'  She took a deep breath and made her decision. 

"And why would you do that?" Melheim spoke nonchalantly. His body color was different. No, he was frozen and his color was blue. His eyes were a shade of red and his ears were long like an elf's, mist just oozing out of every part. 

The sword and his palm rattled but there was no progress. 

Eve gritted her teeth. "So, I can make my own destiny." Eve pushed harder but it was not working and no matter how she tried, no matter how much she burned her own self, nothing happened to her father. 

"Such foolishness." The count sighed in disappointment. "I guess, you were the true failure."

Eve's eyes raged and yet they shimmered even within the extreme heat. But before any drop could leak they evaporated. "I'm not a failure!" She screamed her heart out but there was no one to hear her mourn. 

No one gave a damn. And she knew that.

But that didn't stop her and she unleashed her full power: she went beyond, everything burned. Some of the audience had to run for their lives who were too close. 

And then finally- a patch of burned skin on Melheim's cheek! And a scratch on his palm!

"Unfortunately-" Melheim closed his palm, snapped the sword in two. It happened in an instant: Eve was shocked. Even Helio was shocked. It was supposed to be one of the strongest swords on campus and yet- "You're too weak." He held Eve by her throat, lifted her up, and slammed her on the ground. 

Eve groaned and threw up blood.

Slowly but surely everything froze; the floor, even the humidity in the air. The place almost felt like a freezer. Eve's fire was hot, but it wasn't good enough. What felt like the Sahara desert just moments ago now felt like Antarctica. 

He raised her by her throat, over his head, and he was about to slam his daughter again. He also had the genius idea of crushing her legs, to ensure she never stood against him again. 

"Can't we just leave it there?" The voice came from Melheim's right, where Helio was. "Oh and I'd like to meet my future mother-in-law and maybe even invite her over."

Though Helio didn't want to intervene, seeing Marg grimace kind of made him go into action. After all, though Marg herself didn't want to intervene, and though she didn't want anything to do with her family, she still cared about them subconsciously. It really was an irony of fate. 

And since Helio decided to act anyway, he went ahead and made extra demands too. Perhaps he was the most selfish one in here after all. 

Melheim grinned, took something out of his pocket and threw it at Helio. "Consider it a wedding gift."

Maybe things didn't go according to plan, but in the end, everything worked out in Melheim's favor. And yet, he didn't feel all that happy. 

His grin stopped. He looked a bit more pissed than usual and just walked out, not even glancing at the girl on the floor once. "YOU'RE disowned."

***

"Well, that was something." Though I didn't want to interfere I kind of went out of my way. 

Maybe it was because I wanted to make Marg feel better. Maybe it was because I wanted to help Eve as her friend or maybe it was just because I felt like this was better. Personally, I didn't know. 

The thing in my hand looked like a key of some sort. 'Why the hell would he give me a key?'

Marg grabbed my hand tight and didn't take a step forward, rather she wanted to get out of here that was clear. 

Well, I wanted to pass out again but I had to hold out for another minute. 

"You okay?" I raised my voice a little. Even talking was painful. Of course my target was Eve.

"Fine." Eve stood up. She did not look fine, no. 

I sighed and leaned my head against Marg's shoulders. "I might faint again." Fainting on her shoulder might not have been that much of a bad idea. 

The crowd finally started dispersing. For a second there I thought they'd stay here forever. 

"Thanks," Marg whispered.

"Unfortunately."  Mom grabbed my shoulder. "We need to talk. So, don't faint." What kind of request was that!

And wait, why the hell wasn't I fainting!?

I felt faint but nothing was happening. I was totally conscious and I even felt like my faint feeling was going away. Instead, fear was taking over. 

"T-talk about what?"

Any time now!

Elsa sniffed. "You cheater."

Me, cheater, wha?

I didn't know why but things weren't making sense, 

But more importantly, why the hell wasn't I fainting?

Because this was a really convenient time for me faint and get out of all this trouble. 

"You jumped off a plane. Got injured while fighting. And even dueled with your uncle." The moment she said that uncle was already running. He was close to the door but now he just ran away. Mom sighed. "So, yeah, we're definitely going to talk." She grinned and looked at Marg and me. 

Oh boy. It wasn't just going to be that no, we were going to talk about the future and stuff. 

Well, I was pretty much ready, kind of.

'Bring it on!'

I really wished she didn't though.