...tearing my heart into a million pieces..like you always do...

He averted his eyes from everything, as if he could not bear the sight of them. They whispered about him, voices hushed-- soft enough to be private, loud enough for him to hear. Their eyes bore into him, pulling him down, assessing him. It made him sick. They would were on a daily high always, keeping up appearances and making a name for themselves. The teachers loved them, everyone wanted to be in their group, their little clique of popularity. He didn't understand them. He was different from everyone else and so he was the loner, the outsider. He didn't care very much either.

Valcryn hooked his lean fingers on his belt and watched as the other students bustled excitedly in the Grand Hall. He wondered again why he was here, and had to remind himself that he wasn't paying a single cent for it. He was being reinbursed, and he was not wasting his time. After all, his master had commanded that if he wanted to remain a bounty hunter, he would graduate from this Academy. The elf came close to cursing. With all these fags and jockeys all around him, Val thought he'd suffocate before he could come close to graduation night.

He leaned casually against one of the huge columns supporting the massive structure of the Hall. Its ceiling was covered by a painting of a black and white unicorn riding across the sky. The walls were made of alabaster, shining eerily in the faint morning sun. Val eyed the long tables-- supposedly the place where they would eat-- and imagined all the delicious food which would,hopefully, be piled there. Almost all the new students were sitting at the tables, chatting and conversing loudly. He could practically watch the different groups forming, weaving themselves into life. The atheletes, the jockeys, the beauty queens, the smart ones, the goths. And of course, the drifters, like him. So far, he hdan't spotted even one.

"Get away from me!"
A shrill voice cut through the chatter, almost at a shout. He watched the owner-- an aunburn haired girl with a superior look and snobbish gaze-- as she jumped off her seat as if it were hot coal. She squealed and grabbed the arm of the guy next to her. The snob screamed hysterically, her little club joining in.

"Vampire!"

All over there was panic, even a few weapons drawn. The crowds parted a little and made a tiny one metre circle around a girl, sitting calmly in her chair with a bad smirk on her face. She looked a little too pale, and her violet eyes seemed somewhat deviod of fire and soul. Despite that, her twisted lips were every bit convincing of her demeanour.

"You freak!" shrieked the snob girl. "How dare you sit near me?"

"If i recall correctly," the vampire answered. "It was you who sat opposite me."

The snob only scrunched up her face and whimpered, extracting a low growl from Val's throat. "Disgusting creatures like you shouldn't even be allowed here!"

The vampire didn't seem offended in any way by that remark. Quite the opposite- she seemed almost accustimed to it. "But I am here. Wanna make something of it?" her tone was edged with danger.

The snob glared at her and uttered a long line of arcane words, sending a huge ball of glowing white lightning swirling the vampire's way. A loud explosion racked the place like a giant's foot, and everyone shuddered in their places. The smoke cleared away quickly, and the auburn haired girl smiled.

"I hope the hellspawn rots." she hissed.

Unfortunately for her though, a lithe and wiry figure emrged from the greyish oblivion. The vampire still had that dirty smirk on her face, and everyone watched with wide eyes as her half decapitated arm mended itself back together.

" Is that all you got?"

dun ask me wads dat abt. i dunt know either.