A Taste of His Own Medicine

Keisha stomped out of the head of security's office, huffing in regret.

She'd skipped her classes today so that she could file a report with campus security about her psycho 'stalker'. After filling a mountain of paperwork and waiting for hours, she finally got some officers to attend to her and boy, was she disappointed. Instead of taking her complaint seriously, the officers had laughed it off as 'college shenanigans' and advised her to hook up with the culprit.

"Don't young girls like being sent letters from mystery guys? You should enjoy it while it lasts!"

Keisha was disgusted at the man's words, mentally making a note to buy herself a taser gun. No way she was entrusting her safety into the hands of those negligent idiots.

She glanced down at her phone as she walked away from the Security Station and gasped at the time. "12:50?"

It was almost time to meet with that psychopath and she didn't have a decent plan. Since her initial strategy of showing up with campus security was a bust, Keisha wondered what she would do.

She certainly wasn't going to meet him alone, but she didn't want to stand him up as that would make her seem afraid. And if there's anything she knew about bullies it was that fear was their fodder.

Irritated, she furrowed her brows in deep thought. What could she do to get under his skin?

An idea suddenly popped into her head and she snickered mischievously. It was time she gave this lacky a taste of his own medicine.

-

Luka waited patiently in Class 36A of the Science Block, fiddling with his fidget spinner.

This was the same classroom where that silly girl disrespected him and he found it befitting that she should be punished in the same space. That way the lesson would sink in faster and this place would be a symbol of his victory and her defeat.

Glancing at the clock, the time read 2:01 pm. "How unfortunate," he tsked, "she's late."

Now he was going to have to punish her twice as hard since she seemed to have trouble obeying instructions. She was a gutsy little kitten, he'd admit it, but he was experienced with breaking in her type. By the time he was through with her she'd be nothing but a submissive baby girl.

"Kinky," he snickered at lewd innuendo of his thoughts.

Deciding to be patient, he returned his gaze to his fidget spinner, fantasizing about his sweet revenge. How he couldn't wait to see the look on her face!

It was about 2:20 pm when the door swung open and Luka looked up expectantly. He was met with disappointment however, as a girl who was definitely not Keisha stood by the doorway.

The girl seemed terrified as her eyes fell on him, as if suddenly realizing who he was. Irritated, he glared at her.

"Get out."

His voice was low and menacing, causing the girl to step back in fear. She looked like she was about to piss herself as her whole body trembled but to his surprise, she didn't leave. Instead, she held up a folded piece of paper and spoke.

"F-for you. A g-girl asked m-me to deli-liver it h-here."

He could barely comprehend what she was saying through all that stuttering. Narrowing his eyes at her, he motioned for her to give it to him. Shaking in fear, she quickly handed the letter to him and speed-walked out of the room.

How pathetic, he thought.

Looking at the paper in his hands, Luka wondered if it was from who he thought it was. Opening it up, his eyes fell on barely comprehensible handwriting.

'Roses are red, violets are blue

You must be the idiot of the century to think I'd ever meet up with you

I'm not scared to get the authorities involved, so don't be fooled

Keep your creepy self away from me, and your small dick energy too.

With all my hate, 'little girl'.'

Luka burst into a fit of maniacal laughter, his bellows rumbling loud in the empty classroom. Rereading the note again, he continued to laugh hysterically as if it was the funniest thing he ever saw.

Had the silly little girl actually stood him up?

Clapping slowly, he shook his head in amusement at the note that now lay on the floor. If anyone were to see him right now, he looked like a mad man, grinning like a fool at a piece of paper that lay at his feet.

But Luka wasn't the mad man here, far from it. He wasn't the one sending obnoxiously written letters to death's door and foolishly digging his own grave.

No, he wasn't the insane one.

Stepping on the insulting note, Luka's expression suddenly turned cold. His honey brown eyes darkened as his jaw clenched and unclenched, anger suddenly brewing inside of him.

That stupid little brat had actually stood him up!

Biting his lip in a bid to control his anger, the vampire made a fist. This human girl seemed to derive pleasure from defying him and it was time he dealt ruthlessly with her.

Their little cat-and-mouse game was over. Now he was ready to devour his prey and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

Angrily, he slumped into his seat as he reached out for his phone. Luka usually had a backup plan for everything and this time was no different, although this was one of the rare occasions he actually had to resort to his plan B. He'd never expected her to ghost him, but on the off chance that she did, he'd prepared a very special surprise for her.

Dialing a number on his phone, he smirked sinisterly as a soft female voice answered. "Hello?"

"Proceed as planned." He didn't wait for her response as he ended the call, picking up the note underneath his foot.

Smiling psychotically at the now dirty piece of paper, he crumpled it up in one motion.

Alright, little girl. Let's see if you can handle getting a little wet.

-

Keisha strolled leisurely toward her dorm room, feeling like a baddie.

She'd decided to repay that jerk back with a note of her own, of course, writing in his signature poem format. If he had a brain somewhere behind that thick skull of his, he'd back off and leave her alone.

Grinning smugly, she pulled out her keys as she stood before her room door. It was only 4:15 pm and Steph usually wasn't back by this time, so Keisha was certain the door was locked.

You can imagine her surprise however, when she placed her hand on the knob to slot in her keys and the door swung open to reveal her room completely flooded.

"What the hell?"

Keisha screamed at the sight before her; everything was soaked! The beds, the walls, the furniture and the floor were covered in water!

"Oh my gosh, no!" Keisha was about to cry as she rushed over to her desk where her laptop lay. To her utter horror, it was not spared from the watery fate of all the items in the room.

Who would do such a thing?

Holding back tears, Keisha ran her hands through her hair. Everything in the room was ruined, nothing was spared. How was she going to explain this Steph? How was she going to explain this to the school administration?

A sob escaped her and she fell to her knees. She couldn't afford to replace any of the damaged property. She also couldn't afford to stay at an off-campus residence as the room had been ruined to the point of being unlivable and she had nowhere else to stay as the school enforced a strict anti-stowaway policy in its dorms.

She was basically homeless!

Angry sobs emanated from her as she felt her chest tighten, tears streaming down her face. Why was this happening to her?

"Excuse me."

Keisha was so busy crying that she didn't realize when a girl walked in and stood next to her. Holding out a note, the girl's expression was apologetic.

"I'm so sorry about your room. I was instructed to give this to you."

"What?" Keisha reached out to collect the note, flabbergasted. How could that idiot still be sending her letters? And now of all times?!

The girl apologized again for Keisha's predicament and turned to leave quickly. Alone, Keisha didn't bother wiping her tears as she read the single line on the note.

'The water's still running, little girl.'

Keisha gasped in realization, her hands flying over her mouth. That asshole was behind this!

Suddenly noticing the sound of running water coming from her bathroom, she rushed to turn it off. Expectedly, the tap at the bathroom sink was on, water running in a continuous stream from it. The sink basin was overflowing as it had been blocked, flooding the entire bathroom floor.

Not wanting to add a water bill to the cost of the damage, Keisha quickly rushed to turn off the tap. However, the moment her hand twisted the knob, it popped of and a huge jet of water shot at her.

She barely had time to react as the water hit her in seconds, drenching her completely. Horrified, she reached to cover the nozzle with her hands but it did little good, her efforts not enough to contain the high-pressure water shooting out in all directions.

Soaked and defeated, Keisha walked out of the bathroom and into her room. Sitting on her dripping wet bed, she could feel her breaths starting to become ragged. A whirl of emotions swirled inside her and her mind couldn't quite comprehend what she was feeling.

If there was one emotion she could describe this feeling as, it would be rage. Mind-numbing, heart-wrenching rage.

That mad man had destroyed her room over a petty fight! He'd put her in a financial crisis because of a stupid slap! What kind of egotistical tyrant was he?

Did he understand how much trouble she was going to be in?!

Breathing heavily, she felt her fists clench so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, the painful sting irrelevant compared to the vengeful fire that burned in her heart

"You bastard!" Keisha roared bitterly. "I'm going to kill you!"