I didn’t sleep at all last night. The horror from seeing the dean kill an old student sent me into a severe panic attack. The blood still stained the floor a little. I couldn’t get it out fully because my mind wasn’t on the mess. My mind was racing through the possibilities of why the dean was even going to do that, why he even CONSIDERED severing the head from the torso. The dean has always been dangerous, especially to me since I am a human. This… encounter, so to say, made me realize just how out of my depth I really was. Academically, I am one of the better students, even though I am not the smartest. I barely got into this school with my grades from a human school, but to know that if the dean at any moment grew tired of me, could just kill me… needless to say was sobering. When the morning sun shone through the window telling me that the next day was here, I realized that I didn’t sleep, and that I had stayed up all night in a cold sweat. The tips of my hair on my brow were drenched in sweat. I couldn't even think straight enough to even think about my bruise that was still searing with pain, burning hotter the more I think about what happened last night. My blood ran cold until I heard a knock on my windowed door. Standing in front of my door was someone I wasn’t expecting. It was the student that led my group of “friends.” He was a tall and lean student, much like the other male students, but his hair and eyes were different than when he walked up to me with the other students behind him. His hair was messy and his eyes were ever so slightly bloodshot. I stood up carefully walking to the door. I opened the door, bracing it with my weight just in case he decided to attack, even though it wouldn’t do anything. My “friend” sighed and said “No need to be so on guard Simon. I know how I look but I am here to just talk.” I sighed shakily as he spoke but let a small amount of relief lower my shoulders and make me relax. I welcomed him in and he walked past me, grabbing a chair and sitting down to rub his face more comfortably. I closed the door gently and said “I… Why are you here? I’m not sure you understand what just happened to me…” My “friend” sighed and leaned back into the chair and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He stared at me incredulously. Incredulous? Did he know what was going on? Why would he be unwilling to admit something? The more I think about it the more confused I become. I stared at him some more and couldn’t help but notice just how statue-esque he was. Very fair and pale skin, well defined musculature, loose hanging clothes that hid his body but complemented him rather than take away from his handsomeness. He could obviously see me staring and just laughed. It wasn’t stifled at all. He gave a full belly laugh. It continued for a few moments until he stopped, rubbing his eyes from the irritation of waking up so early. He looked towards me again and said “You know, that’s probably the second time you’ve actually looked at me. Of course, the reason you haven’t is because of being in this school, and Priscilla, but you… you’re not super easy to read. You are very closed off, and again, it is understandable why, but from what I have seen, you’re way out of your depth with this school. I was just as surprised as everyone else when we learned there would be a human coming here, but you… are not what I expected. You’re out of your depth but are sure of yourself. You’re selfish, but who isn’t at this school. Your grades aren’t anything impressive since the school year just started, but you are quite the anomaly. I initially thought it would be easy to manipulate you so I could drink your blood and taste the real deal.” That made my body tense up. I visibly stiffened and all he could do was chuckle. Luckily, it seemed like he wasn’t going to try and drink my blood today, but it was obvious he was holding himself back. He sighed and said “First of all, I would like to say that my name is Nathaniel Caraster. And I am here to make sure that what you saw wasn’t what you think it was. That woman was a fugitive and was wanted dead. I’m not sure why she was wanted dead, but it must’ve been for a good reason.” “A good reason? She was beheaded right before my eyes! What reason could there be to do that to her? And to have someone witness it is just…” Nathaniel held his hand up and continued “I know it must’ve been traumatizing, but that is vampire society. You are a human and do not get a say in what happens around here. The dean knew of the fugitive being a former human student, and was told by the proper authorities that she was a threat and needed to be taken care of.” I just stared at him with an incredulous stare. After thinking about it some more, I sighed heavily and asked “If it was the Dean’s responsibility to take care of her, then why didn’t he stick around to explain WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED?” Nathaniel sighed and got up to leave. As he walked out, he looked back and said “I don’t know. He’s the dean and doesn’t explain his thoughts at all to anyone but himself. I was told by him to explain this to you and nothing else.” With that, Nathaniel left me with the mess of last night, and the mess of thoughts in my head. What could I even do to forget that? What could I even do to forget the look on her face as she… Not wanting to deal with this anymore, I got ready for school after trying to clean up the rug that still had blood stains in it. I had bags under my eyes from not being able to get good enough sleep the last two nights. Walking out of my dorm, I closed the door and just stood on my landing next to the stairs. I crouched down and held my knees to my head, silently crying as this was becoming extremely difficult to deal with. I had an obligation to not just myself and my family, but also to the rest of the humans who couldn’t get chances like this. I was a representative for everyone else… and yet all of that just washed away as the tears fell down my face and into my school clothes. This school of monsters would eat me up like it had with Rebecca. I had no idea how I would survive long enough to graduate as a human. Half of my mind was telling me to run, find a way back home and hide away from the vampires until I died. A smaller part of my brain was telling me to have one of the students drink my blood and… The rest of my brain told me to become a vampire so that I could have the strength to fight back. All I knew is that, even the humans of this school change. My thoughts before last night were incredibly delusional. I will survive the way I see fit. All I had to do was make it through the days as they came along. And for me to survive, I had to get moving. I had to walk forward and forget what happened. But how could I? I will think about that later. Now I have to get to class. I wiped my eyes and clothes and sniffled to myself, composing myself so that I could be the same way that I have been. I wouldn’t let this school ruin me. I’m not even sure how I can fight back, but I will find a way to fight back soon enough. The dean must be Mattias. For him to be told to take care of a fugitive from the authorities? He has to have people in his back pocket. Thoughts kept rushing through my mind as I tried to think of the Dean and why he would be the Dean of this school instead of trying to find the current ruler of the vampire nation. Unless the Dean chose that position because the current leader is a student? But who would it even be? Most of the students here are too young to best the Dean who has had centuries of fighting experience. Without even realizing it, I had made my way into my first class. P.E. was extremely difficult since I had almost no energy today. The other students looked confused seeing me with so little energy, especially since we continued our soccer games. But they didn’t think anything of it since I was human. The class was over before I knew it and I found myself not caring if I changed in the locker room with them. The stares I got were just as bloodthirsty as they were a few days ago, but I didn’t care. The Dean would make sure retribution would be given to the student if I died by one of their hands. I made my way to math class and performed just as well as I have been this past week. Nothing happens in this class anyways, except for when my backpack was vandalized. Or was that another class? Doesn’t matter now anyways. After the bell rang and I walked out of the room to get my materials for history, I’d bumped into Priscilla. She had the same smile on as always when around me, and I could finally place a finger on why she was smiling at me. She was smiling the same way a predator would, if they had the ability to, when confronting their prey. She seemed much more terrifying now that I made that realization. She was speaking but I couldn’t hear her. I’d only just noticed but I couldn’t hear anything from anyone. I think I was having a panic attack. The trauma from last night and now being surrounded by literal blood suckers was just too much for me. My vision started to darken as I fell forward. Priscilla caught and tried to wake me up. The attempts she made were futile as I fell into the deep recesses of my mind, talking with myself to try and figure out ways of getting out of this school situation. I have no idea how long I was out of it, but in my mind, it felt like weeks had passed. Many different topics had come up, ranging from late night escape, to escaping with Priscilla on the weekend. Some were much more grim than I thought they would be. Eventually as the discussion with myself died down, I opened my eyes to find the nurse checking my pulse, but it felt cold, and awkward, like she wasn’t used to looking for a heart beat. But next to her was Priscilla. I hadn’t expected her to still be here after I had passed out, and she LOOKED worried, but I knew better than to expect that kind of emotion from anyone that was a vampire. The nurse backed away as she sighed in relief that I woke up. I looked between them both and asked “How long was I out?” the nurse sighed and said “Twenty minutes. I had a rough time finding your heartbeat with… this thing” she held up a stethoscope and waved it around a little then continued “But luckily you’re doing better. Why did you pass out? Have you been sleeping well enough?” I shrugged and didn’t elaborate. She sighed and said “Fine. You’re lucky she was there to catch you. I think it might’ve been a frenzy if she didn’t rush you to this room. I’ll leave you two to talk since you seem like friends. Just let me grab your things so you can go back to class in a little." She walked away and I was left alone with Priscilla. I looked disinterested, and she had what looked to be genuine worry on her face, but her mask wasn’t fooling me. I didn’t look towards her as I swung my feet off of the bed, not wanting to talk to her. She gave an exasperated sigh and said “You have to say something at least. You just collapsed right in front of me and now you’re acting like I knocked you out. What’s going on? I was trying to see if you were ok since when we bumped into each other… you looked like a ghost. You had no color to your skin at all. What happened?” I stood up slowly and stretched my body, still not looking towards her. I sighed and said “I don’t want to talk about it. It’s not something you, as a vampire, would understand anyways.” She huffed and stood from her chair walking towards me. She stopped right in front of me and crossed her arms, evidently not letting me leave until I answered her. I finally looked into her eyes and she could see that my eyes were baggy and puffy. She groaned and asked “What, are you home sick or something? Is this school draining your energy so much more than you thought it would?” I looked away rather quickly at the mention of the school and she clicked her tongue as she had gotten her answer. Her hand went up to her face to rub her eyes from annoyance. No words were spoken for a minute. She went to say something when the nurse came back. She was most likely listening in waiting for us to finish talking when she saw how close we were. She set my school supplies and bag down onto the bed and retreated away, looking uncomfortable as she thought she walked in on a lover’s quarrel. I grabbed my things and tried to walk past Priscilla, but she held an arm up and said “Say something. Did I do something wrong to warrant the silent treatment from you? Did… someone break into your room last night?” At that mention my eyes narrowed and walked underneath her arm. She sighed and let me walk away. I walked to my history class and took my seat. The teacher did not care that I showed up late. He was continuing to lesson on previous Vampire leaders, starting from the first leader of the nation, to now. He held up a picture of what is supposed to be the current leader, but it was just a silhouette. No face, no distinguishing features. He looked around the classroom and said “While we do not have a picture of the current leader, many believe that the leader is hiding away because they are not a pure blood vampire. Rumors circulated around after the empty coronation for them, many believing that they are a human turned vampire.” This got quite a few different responses from the various vampires, many laughing at the seemingly absurd notion, others booing at the rumor, and the rest murmuring if that could even be possible. I raised my hand and just looked confused. The teacher called on me and said “Yes simon?” I kept the puzzled look on my face and asked “Excuse my lack of knowledge, but why is the current ruler possibly being a human turned vampire such a… polarizing topic?” The teacher nodded and answered with “Not many humans understand vampire physiology, but the reason why it is so polarizing is because a natural born vampire should be exponentially stronger than a human turned vampire because of the turned starting out as a human. The pure blood should have a substantial lead in terms of strength. Of course depending on the genealogy, but the same can be said for the turned. Now, there have been instances of a vampire-human couple producing offspring that had the benefits of the other species, but those instances are so few and far between that they are treated more as legend. But let’s say that there was an offspring of such a couple, but it wasn’t inherently a vampire. It had taken the genes of the human and would be considered a human. Since the vampire side of the offspring would be such a small part of the child’s life, it wouldn’t be outlandish to say that if the child were turned, their vampire traits would flourish into something otherworldly compared to a natural born vampire. But like I said earlier. The instances of human-vampire children actually being born, let alone being born a human, are so astronomically infantesimal that if the child were to survive the birthing process, there is a high likelihood of the child not surviving infancy because of the blasphemous nature of a human-vampire child being born. Records of such children have been found, but they never lived past a month old. Do you understand why such a child being the ruler of the vampire nation would be so polarizing?” I nodded at the extremely long lecture, but it does make sense. I wrote down a summary of the explanation into my notebook just before the bell rang. I put everything away and started to make my way to the music room for some music lessons. The teacher smiled towards me as I entered and she waved me over to tell me something. She leaned down and whispered “The dean would like you in his office for this class. Said he needed to speak with you about your enrollment.” I turned pale instantly and gulped as I feared for my life. I nodded and walked out of the class and to the dean’s office. Each step closer filled the hollow halls with echoes slowly getting louder and louder the closer I got to his door. My heart was about to thump out of my chest when I knocked on the door. The door opened itself and I was allowed in. The Dean was sitting in his chair, but it was next to one of his windows instead of his desk. He patted a comfortable looking seat next to him for me to sit in. Not having much of a choice in the matter, I sat down and waited for him to begin talking. My heart was racing even faster now as adrenaline filled my blood. He chuckled and said “You don’t have to worry Simon. I'm not going to do to you what I did to that fugitive.” That statement didn’t comfort me at all. My heart kept thumping and he turned towards me with a sigh, understanding why I would be scared at this moment. He leaned back and asked “Do you know why you were accepted into this school?” I nodded and said “My grades in the human school.” The Dean shook his head and said “Even if you had horrendous grades, you would still be here. The reason why you are here is because of your family, and how it is tied to me. I’m not saying I am your ancestor or anything of the sort. I am a pure blood vampire through and through. But I knew your great great great grandparents. Especially your great great great grandfather. At the time, I was a student here, and he was the human accepted into this school. He was strong willed and free spirited, and not closed off as you are. He and I were friends despite the wall between us. He made his way through his school career, easily placing in the top ten of the students, only being beaten by me in grades. He had the same locker you do now. He and I graduated next to each other, when he did something I wasn’t expecting. He told me that he had gotten into a relationship. Your great great great grandmother. But what I wasn’t expecting was that she was a vampire. She was gorgeous, and in the same standing as me. Pure blood. He told me to keep this secret for as long as he lived, but I couldn’t. I confronted him and his then betrothed saying things like ‘you cannot be together. The laws demand any pure bloods to be with other pure bloods.’ That makes me sound jealous, and I was, but not because of his betrothed. I was jealous because I felt betrayed. He had found love before we had gotten to…” The dean stopped for a moment and looked melancholy, looking down at his lap. He lifted his head up and continued. “We were supposed to combine the human and vampire world and make it better. He was more realistic in saying that it wouldn’t happen because of how weak humans are. I was more idealistic. So why was I jealous? I still don’t know why myself. But in the moment when I confronted them, I lashed out in anger and grabbed your ancestor by the shoulder and… had my fill.” The phrasing sent a chill through my body. I looked at the dean as he stopped for a few moments. Taking this opportunity, I asked “Why are you telling me this?” He sighed and said “Because when I came to my senses and realized what I had done, your ancestor just held my hand and smiled. I don’t know why but he treated me as a friend. His point was proven as to why we couldn’t combine the human and vampire nations. His betrothed shoved me away and tried to save him, she tried to turn him. But it was too late. He was gone, with a smile on his face. She cried of course. And so did I. That blood stain next to your locker. That was from when I first met your ancestor. I hadn’t attacked him, but I didn’t help him. He was being bullied by more proud vampires who thought he was ruining the sanctity of the school by just being there. I haven’t cleaned it up because I don’t want to. But what I didn’t know at the time is that your great great great grandmother had gotten pregnant. She had to cover it up of course so she married a pure blood. Me as it was better than an outsider finding out that the child was my friend’s. Your lineage is part vampire, but it has never shown itself. You get none of the advantages that come with being one, and I have no idea why. So when I saw your last name, Alexander, had never changed from your ancestor’s, I took a chance hoping you were an exact copy of him. Again, my idealistic qualities shining through. The reason why I wanted to talk about your enrollment is because I wanted to give you a chance to not only rethink coming here, mainly because of last night, but also because of your peers.” I was getting more and more confused the longer he spoke. When he finally stopped, I was so much more confused than he thought I would be. He stammered a little and asked “W-what?” I sighed and asked “Why… Why are you acting like we are friends? You murdered someone right in front of my eyes! And yet you’re telling me about your school days?!” He clasped his hands together, looking a little distraught at that realization and said “Oh… yeah… forgot about that.” I rubbed my temples and groaned. I looked up at him and asked “Are you bipolar or something?” He laughed at that statement and said “Perhaps. My old age is getting the better of me. But the real reason I wanted to talk with you about your enrollment is because of Priscilla.” I leaned back in the chair and scoffed. He continued and said “You cannot get into any sort of relationship with her. You may be friends, but nothing more. That is all I can say concerning that. If you two do get more serious, not only will your protections from this school be lifted, you will also be sent back to be a blood bank.” I went pale again and asked “Why? Why so strict with Priscilla?” The Dean shook his head and said “I cannot say.” I rubbed the back of my neck and sighed. I looked at the Dean and steeled my resolve “I will finish this school. And I will prove that I have no vampire ancestry. Is that all sir?” The Dean smiled and said “Yes. you may go to your fifth period.” I hadn’t realized that the time went by so quickly yet again. The bell rang and I marched out of his office with a new found resolve. I held my head up high as I walked through the hallways to anatomy. I took my usual seat, finding Priscilla already here. She gave me the same predatory smile as before and asked “What took you so long? Was wanting to talk with you some more.” I sat down and just realized that I hadn’t had lunch, so my stomach growled. I may have been in the Dean’s office for longer than I thought. Or was I just going through the motions until now? Did I have lunch? I don’t know. I looked at Priscilla as she said my name a bit louder and had startled me. I stared into her eyes and said “Oh… sorry. Was just out of it.” She smiled some more and said “Finally talking to me, huh? No longer brooding like in the nurse’s office?” I laughed a little and said “Yeah. I’m… doing better now. But what did you want to know?” she shrugged and said “Was mainly wondering if you were still going to…” she whispered the next part for only me to hear “if you were still going to come to my dorm on the weekend.” She pulled away and rested her head in her right palm. Her being so close made me shiver but also blush. I thought about it and the bell finally rang. I turned towards her and said “I’ll tell you after class.” She smiled the same way again and soon the teacher spoke. He went over how blood kept vampires alive, mainly how the stomach processed the iron rich liquid. He walked up and down the aisles of the counters, slowly explaining that even dead tissue, like a severed finger, from a vampire could be easily reattached with the smallest amount of blood. Wanting to show this, he held up his hand that had bandages on it. Everyone gasped and turned towards me, expecting me to comply. I was looking worried and the teacher said “Do not worry, not only will the amount of blood be negligible, I also have the Dean’s permission to only take a tiny amount of your blood. I just need your permission.” I looked at my hands and flexed them both, thinking it over. I nodded and said “Alright. But keep to your word.” The teacher nodded and had a needle at the ready before I even realized it. He kept to his word and took the smallest amount of blood necessary for this demonstration. He opened the classroom fridge and took out his severed finger. He placed it onto a paper towel and said “and no, I did not do this on purpose. Was helping a friend with fixing their front porch, and had cut it off with a saw.” He continued his demonstration, orienting his hand and severed finger in the way it should be attached, and dribbled my blood onto the wound. Before long, the blood was all but used and he lifted his hand to show the pinky finger had been reattached, and not just reattached, but also functional within seconds. He smiled and said “Now, that amount of blood is only useful for fingers and toes. If you’re missing an appendage, you will need liters of blood to reattach. Even more to make it functional, effectively killing the host whose blood you used. Now the way this process works is by…” I trailed off in my thoughts as what I had seen was nothing but magic. I stared at the paper towel his pinky was on dumbfounded. Priscilla reached a hand over to my mouth and closed it for me saying very quietly “You’re not listening, are you?” I shook my head side to side a little, still taken aback by the wizardry that took place. I looked at Priscilla and said “If that were your blood, and you had no idea that could happen, wouldn’t you act in the same way?” she giggled a little and nodded, turning her attention back to the teacher. The class soon ended. I started packing up when Priscilla tapped my shoulder, looking expectantly at me. I looked confused and then said “Oh! Right. I uh… had an extremely realistic dream last night. I mean like it happened right in front of me. My… dream was about someone dying… specifically a human student from this school. One written in the history books for humans. It was such a vivid dream that I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night.” Priscilla nodded and said “I can understand that, especially if you aren’t used to such a sight. Though if you are, I’d be more worried about everyone else around you.” She smiled that predatory smile again before walking off and out of the classroom. I followed out of the classroom, but couldn’t find her outside. I was so confused how she could just disappear like that. But thinking about her made me think back to what the Dean had said. It made me think back about what he said about my lineage too. There’s absolutely no way that I was part vampire, even if only a little. I made my way to my locker and saw the same blood stain that the Dean spoke of. I shivered thinking about how old it must’ve been if it was from the Dean’s school days. I grabbed the supplies for the last class of the day and started to walk over to the classroom. This class had to be my second favorite period because of the general knowledge I gained from it. Unfortunately, this would be the only year I could take it. The class this time around was more so about the human empires of old such as the Romans, the Europeans, the Germans, and The United States. The wars that were waged in the name of religion, beliefs, and people. The most fascinating war we spoke of was what the old humans called World War 2. The most interesting thing that they spoke of for the empires and wars were the vampires involved in such events and power houses. The Romans had twin emperors that were pale, red headed, and obsessed with gladiator fights. The Europeans had A leader called Alexander the Great that fell in love with Cleopatra. Alexander himself wasn’t the vampire in question though. It was his advisor that told him what he should do to be considered a great ruler. The Germans had many examples, many of which were lost to the winds as most of those records were burned after World War 2. The United States was more ambiguous since it was harder to tell who was just an evil human, and who was a vampire. But with many of the examples this teacher gave, they said that more often than not, vampires actually helped the power houses thrive for the vampire’s own benefit. The class ended too soon, but I had to get to bed and try to actually get some sleep today, and some food before I became malnourished. With a groan, the other students left with me, but I broke off from that group of delinquent vampires, going to my dorm and laying down on my bed after getting home. I rested my eyes for a moment before getting back up and cleaning up the rest of the blood in the carpet. I then took a shower and made some food before I laid back down for the final time that day. But before I could go to sleep, a knock sounded at my windowed door. I sat up and saw Priscilla standing there. Confused, I walked over and slowly opened the door. She smiled and said “Pardon the intrusion.” before pushing past me. Flustered by her sudden intrusion, I tried to protest but couldn’t voice any of my opinions I had when I saw that Priscilla was… undressing. I quickly turned around and asked “Why are you here?” She shrugged, even though I couldn’t see her and said “You have better water pressure in here and I need a damn good shower.” I sighed and caught myself. I wanted to turn back around, but stopped. I was getting more and more confused at her phrasing of such a statement. I finally asked “How do you know I have great water pressure here?” I heard the door to my shower close and I finally turned around. Luckily the door was a solid wood door, but I could still hear Priscilla. She started the shower and answered my question “I used to live here. I was a human student once.” I sat in a chair and rubbed my face. What I said earlier at the nurse’s office was now such a stupid thing to have said. I sighed and asked “Then why didn’t you tell me earlier at the nurse’s office? You would’ve proved me wrong with what I had said.” “Because that’s not who I am, even now as a vampire forty five years later.” My breath caught as she had said how long ago she was a human student. I then became confused and asked “Then why wasn’t I aware of a Priscilla being a previous human student?” She giggled a little and said “I wonder?” I then groaned and asked “Is Priscilla your real name?” She gave a hearty laugh and said “DING DING DING! Now he’s getting it.” I was becoming more confused as she wasn’t acting like her normal self. She was seemingly acting more relaxed. I finally asked the big question “Why are you here? Other than the shower.” She shushed me and said “all in good time. Let me enjoy the pressure first.” I sighed and waited for her to finish so she could answer my question. The longer she took, the more worried I became with if the Dean would show up to snap my neck for allowing this to happen. But when her shower came to an end and there was no Dean to be seen, I just became confused. Her arm exited the shower through the door to grab a towel. When she was sufficiently dry, she came out with the towel wrapped around her. I at first closed my eyes, but she then opened another cupboard to get a secret set of women’s school clothes that I had no idea were there. She changed, not caring if I looked or not, but I was raised better than that. I gave her as much privacy as I could before reiterating my question. She sighed and said “We need to talk sooner than the weekend, even though it’ll be here after tomorrow. I assume the dean spoke with you?” I nodded and she said I was fine to look at her now. I turned to face her, finding her sitting in one of the kitchen chairs. She smiled towards me and said, obviously teasing me “Such a gentleman.” I rolled my eyes and said “Yes, the dean spoke with me.” Did he talk about your great great great grandfather or some shit?” I nodded in a confused manner and asked “How did you…” She sighed and said “He does that with every human student. Even when I was a human student. It’s just a ploy by him to get into your good graces. He acts friendly during that meeting only to pounce the next day trying to trick you into being his friend so he can drink your blood. Everyone could hear you yell at him, so I can only assume that you didn’t believe his spiel.” I looked confused again and she sighed “We heard you yell, just not what you yelled.” I nodded and asked “Then why are you here? Going to try the same trick?” She rubbed her eyes, annoyed that I was still so apprehensive about her. She looked at me and continued “I’m here so the dean doesn’t come and try to drink your blood. The reason he doesn’t want you fraternizing with me is because of my history as a human student. He is a control freak, but I think the story he tells to every human student is true. He was a stupid kid once too.” “Yeah, but why would he come here to drink my blood?” “To get rid of you. Like I said. He’s a control freak that wants every puzzle piece to fit in, in his own way. He hates disorganization. Which is also why he expelled that kid that punched you. He almost fired the anatomy teacher for asking about what he had done today with your blood.” I had a general look of confusion on his face for what Priscilla was telling him. He had no idea why she had so much information on the dean that apparently he didn’t know about. I was growing more interested in what she knew of course since the biggest threat to his academic career was always the dean. But the biggest physical threat was still Priscilla. I held up a hand to stop her from speaking but it did little to even catch her attention, now he was talking about her years here as a human saying things like ‘This school hasn’t changed much over the decades.’ And ‘The dean is still a jackass for what he did to me.’ The more she spoke about the school she had attended all those years ago, I just grew more interested in the stories that she was seemingly spilling all over the floor. Who knows how long she’s been holding these stories in, or how many humans she’s told. Even though I was fascinated by her, I spoke over her and asked “What do you mean the dean did something to you? What, did he turn you or something when you graduated?” Priscilla smiled at my naivety and said “No. I’m the reason he has that rule in the first place.” I just sat there stunned. Before continuing to ask questions, Priscilla spoke more. “He made the ruling after the student that had turned me showed up dead for no reason. Apparently, even though I had become turned, my blood was still toxic to a vampire. I had early onset sepsis that turned my blood into the poison that killed him. I hadn’t noticed the effects of the blood poisoning until my body started to heal because of the clean blood that I was being given to combat the blood poisoning, otherwise, I would be just another dead and recently turned vampire. Safe to say that my blood turning into the thing that killed the student was a very fitting end to a vampire, I still don’t think he deserved it. I had allowed him to drink my blood because… I got involved with him.” She dropped her smile for a replacement melancholic look in her eyes and a somber look on the rest of her face. She coughed and cleared her throat before continuing to talk. Most of what she said didn’t make it to my ears as I had drowned out the rest of the noise after that revelation. I have no idea why I did that, but… was it jealousy? Was I jealous that I wasn’t the first man for her to look at in some way? Let alone be in a relationship with? My mind was spiraling, but I don’t know why I was spiraling. It had gotten so bad that I blacked out and could only faintly hear a thump and a groan, I assume from Priscilla because I never heard the door open. Before I knew it, it was morning and Priscilla was gone, and it was time for the last day of the week. I had already been put through the wringer half way through. But with what’s happened? I was oddly excited to see what would happen today.

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