Fantasy Not Your Average Fantasy High School V.2 || DETAILED

[Forehead]

[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Lorenzo nodded at Samson before being called out shortly after, frowning at the teacher for making that comment before he erased it as suddenly as it came, a wry grin forming on his face as he watched Mrs. Berg complete her PowerPoint. Nodding, he took the sheet required for his own classroom, reading it over for a moment, he was hoping to find at least one typo that he could use to embarrass this new principal to no avail. Who did she think she was anyways? The furiousity bounced all over in his mind before it came to him, causing him to frown mentally if that was even a thing. [/COLOR]She's the goddamn principal. [COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Lorenzo sighed heavily, looking for which room he was assigned to. Nodding, he was assigned to room 123, a small chuckle of the irony in which the numbers 1, 2 and 3 followed after each other. Sighing in relief, he hopped onto his chair, not adding much of height to his already short body, leaning over, he grabbed a peach juice box and a carrot cake muffin before hopping down onto the floor. [/COLOR]


[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Strolling out of the room, he'd shut the door behind himself as he walked down the halls, glimpsing down at the assignment form quite often, wondering up the stairs he'd finally found his classroom. "Room one hundred twenty-three." He muttered, pushing open the door as he entered the room, the large counters were already installed on the ground, three black stool-chairs were placed before every counters. Grinning, he then looked to his desk, a mahogany made furniture he'd pre-ordered. Walking towards it, he placed his brief case on the side, the case was jet black with golden lockets that seemed to be thoroughly layered. Almost impossible to open, except for a leprechaun like himself. Turning to the large whiteboard on the side, he skipped, taking one of the few markers provided by the school, a dark green one to be exact. Uncapping it, he scribbled the words: "Heya kids! Mr. Stockman, when you get in, have a seat!" That was all he wrote before putting the cap back on and leaning on the board, impatiently waiting for the teens to arrive. This class was going to be more of an introduction rather than home economics.[/COLOR]

 

[Noivian]

Sheesha was late. Very late. How much had she missed? How badly was she to be scolded? Oh, Sheesha sincerely hoped she wasn't going to be fired day one. This was the last place that would take her, and it was mostly in part to the fact that she was undeniably not human. Why did the school have to be in the morning? Why did she have to be mostly nocturnal? This was going to be a very bad first impression, her weaving through the trees to get there before school started, messing up the feathers and fur she had spent preening and cleaning the night prior. With a flap of her wings, she lightly touched down outside the school doors. Padding into the hallways, Sheesha's perceptive eyes scanned the area. There seemed to be a severe lack of supervisory staff around, meaning she could slink off to the library no sweat. Doing her best not to draw attention to herself, despite her appearance. 


It took Sheesha longer than she would have liked to find the library door. Pushing it open, she made her way behind the counter, examining the resources she'd have to work with. The computers looked new, which was nice, but sometimes confusing. She switched them on and allowed them time to boot up. While they were doing that Sheesha supposed she'd locate and familiarize herself with the textbooks, and perhaps arrange them so that students or classes could come check them out when they had the time. Carrying stacks of text books wouldn't be to hard; over her years of working as a librarian, she's developed ways of transporting large quantities of items not designed for her paw talons. Exploring towards the back of the library revealed a semi-walled off media center, the desks covered in computer boxes that still needed to be set up, the other end of the room full of larger boxes, and when Sheesha looked at the labels, revealed to contain textbooks. Getting everything set up and organized was going to be a project, on top of getting text books checked out to the students and getting classroom copies to all the teachers if they didn't have their own text books already... Sheesha's ears flattened slightly in distaste. Today was going to be a long day.

 

[Seraph]

"Oh I am sure that you would." Slade said with the utmost confidence in his work and smiled speaking with joy when she said that he should show her some time. "And I will...some day." He chuckled at her response about how many pumpkins he carried with him. "Well, on a regular basis none but since I'll be in public regularly now I figured it would be more calming to have this appearance..." He kind of slowly became saddened by his own words as he spoke but shook it off as he smiled at her again. He listened in awe of how much passion she spoke of the ocean with and rolled his eyes up. "I apologize...it's just that now you're a heart throb of the land aren't you."


With some disappointment, Slade turned in his chair to face toward the principle and took a quick note of when lunch was to be served. He knew that his class was more or less just an elective so it took up two periods at the beginning of his day. After that he would have to start with preparations for lunch and then cleanup. However, after that was his off period. He turned slowly through the pages of his papers making sure to take note of the important parts and where he would be teaching culinary arts. He was on the first floor just a room away from the lunchroom, room 111. Before going there he stopped in the teachers lounge seeing that someone had prepared a pot of coffee and muffins. Slade pulled out a coffee mug from his satchel and filled it about three fourths of the way. He took a deep breathe of steam rising from the mug and was unimpressed with the aroma. "What a pity...Mr. Skulldugery...I had so much hope." Then seeing the muffins he quickly walked over picking one up and holding it perfectly in the middle of his palm examining the outside. "Your muffins however...have such a wonderful scent" He broke it in half taking a deeper breath in and paying attention to the perfect amount of moisture in the muffins crumb. He poked the top with a finger as it bounced right back into place. "Seven out of ten Mr. Skulldugery...need some work on general presentation." He talked as if the man was actually there. 


He then walked to his class room with muffin and mug in hand and in a strange balancing act opened his door. Once inside he looked at the small kitchenettes that he would be working with and placed his things down on his table. He picked up a dry erase marker and put 'Mr. Warner' on the board in his best calligraphy. After which he took sometime to consider what they would do that day in class and picked up his mug taking a sip,almost gagging. Grimacing he put his hand out as a sprout came from his palm and grew into some perfectly aged and conveniently dried nutmeg and cinnamon. He pulled it from his hand and plucked the pods off crushing them in his hand to a grainy material pouring it in his coffee. Swirling his mug he now smiled, "That is the aroma of good coffee."  

 

[Elowyn]

Elkins Bartholomew Erlander took long rapid strides towards the school building. He was late and it was all because of a bum tire, and on the first day of school no less! His sky blue pickup was getting late in its years and the young teacher hoped that he wouldn't have to replace it soon. He rather liked his old truck, he mused. As a result, he'd had to glide here in his perytonian form then shift into humanoid when he came to school grounds. It was very refreshing to be able to use his abilities in public and in broad daylight. As he walked, he adjusted his crimson tie and brushed long, elegant, and almost feminine fingers through his hair. He'd gelled it this morning and hoped it would last. Aside from an old battered briefcase he carried a tall bottle of what looked like mineral water... except it wasn't. Earlier that morning he filled it with the creek water that flowed through his backyard. Elkins didn't exactly trust human water, and it had an awfully bland taste. He could, however, appreciate the carbonated stuff given that it wasn't too sugary.


An air of anticipation and general excitement overtook him as he recalled the situation he was entering: supernaturals gathering at an academic institution to teach human children... what a novel and exciting experiment! Twas an opportunity he was unable to deny. The young teacher supposed it was about time the American government gave them a chance after all those years of hiding and concealment. Luckily he'd perfected his human shape years ago. The only drawback was he could only hold it for about six hours before it began to waver. It would be enough as he wouldn't be teaching for the full day. 


A woman with a white canine at her feet approached, and he discerned from her clipboard and authoritative demeanor that she was the principal. "Ah, Jessica. Or should I say Principal Berg? A pleasure to finally meet you after hearing so much about the school. I do apologize for my tardiness. Car trouble I'm afraid. But I will say I'm excited to meet the, er, staff." He was handed a manila folder and he skimmed it briefly before tucking it under an arm and giving her a quick smile. More of a quirk of his lips than anything substantial.


@StoneWolf18

 

[StoneWolf18]

Jessica would then notice that two more of her employees were late. Wonderful. After waiting by the entrance for the deer she handed him the packet whilst examining him with an icy, violet glare. “Be late again and I'll be sure you walk around as a doe for two weeks, is that clear? Good. Now go, students are going to be here any moment.” With that she turned on her heel and began to walk stiffly towards the library, wanting to have a word with the griffin as well.

FIRST HOUR BEGINS
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Now, I ran into a huge bought it of writers block when in started this a few days ago. And because I don't want to hold any of you up any longer, ya'll can post for first hour. Now, here's what I would recommend. Because not every hour is going to be eventful, pick two periods that you want to focus on, put two students in each of them to flesh out more, and then have those four in your character's homeroom during 5th hour to have more interaction time.


If you have any questions, lemme know.




@DergTheDergon @NeoStigma. @Forehead @Seraph @Skryx @cfeesh @Fanaa @Nyctophiliac

 

[Elowyn]

The peryton winced at the principal's words. She had evidently ignored everything he had said. Well, he had dealt with his fair share of tough bosses and co-workers. How much harder would this woman be? As long as he toe-d the line and didn't cause any trouble surely she couldn't find something to nitpick over. With a sigh as he passed her, the peryton went to find his classroom. It was room 301 and when he got there his mood lifted. There was a nice wooden desk, not the cheap kind mind you, with his name in fancy script on a plaque. Well, the government did pay well for their projects. The desks were arranged in rows with lab tables in the back. He saw that the cabinets were labelled with lab equipment and two white boards were located on the front wall where it could easily be seen by the students. 


Uncapping a black expo marker, he wrote "Elkins Erlander" on the board in a quick stroke. With that, he waited for the first students to arrive. Soon enough they began filing in. 


"Sit anywhere you'd like, I'll get a seating chart written soon!" he told them. He observed that some gave him long looks as if trying to discern what sort of monster he was. Evidently they didn't find anything unusual about him because there was no recognition of anything out of the ordinary. ...How wrong they were. Once most of the seats were filled and the period began at 8:25 sharp, he started class.


"Welcome to Environmental Studies where I will be teaching you all about our natural environment of Earth. I am Professor Erlander, first name Elkins. I'd like to go around and get your names for attendance. If you don't mind, also say something fun you did during the summer." Once all the names were called with only one absence, he proceeded. "First things first, I'd like for all of you to show up to class on time. One or two late classes won't be counted against you, but once you hit three it will start to affect your grade. All my classroom policies are on the handout I am passing out now." 


A student in the back raised his hand. "What kind of, um, monster are you?"


He had been expecting this. As such a faint smile came to his lips. "I am proudly a peryton. Now you may google the term, but not in class, and when you do you most likely will find that my species devours human hearts." The class went so silent and still that you could hear the birds chirping outside. "But I assure you that I am a vegetarian and plan to keep things this way. I have not grown up with other peryton, and I find their feeding practices abominable. That's why I left as you can see. Now I'm going to say that I support that monsters, as you say, should be able to speak openly about their race." The boy who had spoke up blushed a bit. "That's why I came here. But I will say that not all monsters are friendly, or even neutral about humans. There are many who wouldn't hesitate to harm you. I don't say this to scare you, but it is the truth. And that's something else: I hope that we can all be truthful with each other here, whether in the classroom or out, on academic subjects and your personal lives." He smiled with arms open in a generous gesture. "Now if that's all I'll go over the syllabus real quick... I assume you can all read English at least." This elicited a few chuckles and the spell of danger was broken. First period proceeded without another hitch.

 

[cfeesh]

Two minutes before first period, the classroom was almost full. A low bustling sound came from the excited students as they waited to see what their new teacher was like. Conrad held the tip of a marker cap between his teeth as he wrote his name in the top left corner of the spacious whiteboard. Eventually, the first period bell rang loudly, signaling to students that they were now officially late. When he finally turned around, the students fell into a silence that was unnatural in its suddenness and severity. Fischer could feel thirty or so sets of eyes watching him, as if they were expecting him to do something terrifying. Finally, he spoke.


“My name is Mr. Fischer, and I’m happy to see that we have a full house for my first day teaching Computer Science at this school.” he chirped, taking off his suit jacket. “Before we begin, I’d like to get something out of the way, since I know it’s likely on a lot of your minds.” Conrad casually rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing small scales around his upper arms and elbows that shimmered slightly under the fluorescent classroom light. “I have reptile-like qualities, such as being an ectotherm. I believe that the biology world refers to me as a therianthrope, because in addition, I can take on the form of a snake - but don’t expect me to do so unless there’s a good reason…Onto computer science!” Fischer felt that a brief and lighthearted explanation was the best approach to informing the students of his nature. In his opinion, it simply wasn’t a big deal - he’d been living among humans for most of his life already.


Conrad kept the assignment of the day simple and practical - each student simply created a Word document with a small fact sheet about themselves. Once the projector warmed up, he took the opportunity to show students how to use formatting in their files to spruce things up and enhance the readability. Although he was able to view the screens of his students remotely from his computer, he decided to walk around the classroom and help his pupils out, figuring that a more personal approach would improve his relationship with the class.


Besides a few browser tabs titled along the lines of “are therianthropes dangerous” and a curious girl who couldn’t resist touching the scales on his arm, no one seemed to take issue with his species. Fischer figured that much of this owed to his humanlike appearance, and wondered how some of the less-human looking teachers were holding up. Hopefully well - this experiment was supposed to prove that they were peaceful entities, and he’d hate to see violence between teacher and pupil. By the end of the period, almost every student had a rather professional-looking document. He was delighted to see that they were fast learners, and wouldn’t require a whole day dedicated to right-clicking. Hopefully, the other periods would be similar in competence.

 

[Skryx]

The students slowly trickled in as the time approached, some in big groups, others in twos and threes and some alone. There was a low whispering as they murmured along themselves, shooting obvious glances at Thudan where she leaned against her table, delicately finishing off the muffin she had snagged from the staff lounge. It was really good, better than she had thought it would be. That contributed to the smile on her face, but really, it was amusing to hear them speculating. They weren't talking as softly as they thought and she could hear most of their conversations, barring the ones in the back rows. Oh, what could she be? What monster is propped up on the desk, eating a muffin? A few of the dimmer ones were saying she was a vampire and others still were questioning if she was even a monster, maybe it was all just a joke. Regardless, they were all somewhere on the spectrum of being terrified or fascinated. Well, they weren't going to find any outward signs other than her hair and eyes. And her remarkable beauty. She grinned at that. She had been very careful not have any scales showing today. 


The school bell rang. Looking away from the window where the first drops of rain were starting to fall and up at the clock, Thudan confirmed that first period had indeed started. But her muffin wasn't done, so she didn't. Shuffling through the papers, she checked the name list, running a quick headcount of the class whilst she finished her food. There was one missing, but still, she should really begin her class. Almost all of them had been completely silent once the bell rang, staring at her in anticipation. This was probably the most detail in which they had seen someone eat a muffin. Deciding not to make them wait any longer, lest their tiny little delicious hearts burst from the stressful palpitations (quite messy), she stood up and was about to address them when the door slammed open and a boy tumbled in, wet from the rain. 


"Sorry," he gasped from where he had slipped and fallen on the floor. "Sorry I'm late! Please don't eat me!" This last part was said in a breathless sort of rush. She looked down at him, trying not to laugh. 


"I won't eat you," she reassured him, reaching out a hand to help him up. She felt a twinge of guilt about the rain.


"How do we know you won't?" This came from another student, a girl by the window as she pulled him to his feet. "Why should we trust you?" The girl sounded part ways hysterical. Thudan paused for a moment, but before she could reply, another girl cut in, practically yelling from her seat all across the class, by the other wall.


"Oh my god Carol, why are you so paranoid?" 


"I'm paranoid for being suspicious about a monster?"


Thudan stared in wonder as the two continued to yell at each other, completely oblivious to the rest of the class. It was only when the boy (whose hand she was still holding. She let go.) said something that she took her focus away. 


"You're not gonna eat me?" He asked, slowly, cautiously.
"Nah man, you're not even really late. I haven't started yet," she grinned at him, temporarily forgetting she should be more formal."Just take your seat yeah?" He did, slipping into the closest unoccupied seat, one in the front row. Her eyes moved to the middle of class, where the two girls were still bickering. The class seemed caught between staring at her or staring at them. "Do they do this a lot?" she asked the boy. 


"Uhm yeah," he seemed a little less uneasy now. "They're best friends but they hate each other. Uhm, normally the teachers stop them before they get this bad."


"Oh. Nice." She had to fight back a smile at a particularly funny retort. The rain was coming down nicely now. Watching the argument for a little longer, she jumped in after "-puh-lease, Carol." where there was a slight break. "Yes," she said, cutting across whatever Carol might have replied. "Please, Carol," she smiled at the girl. "I'd like to start my class now." At least they had the decency to look embarrassed. They muttered apologies, and she looked away from them to survey the class. 


"Now," Thudan said, as if there hadn't been a five minutes of full blown bickering. "My name is Dr Thudan Stellar. You may call me Doctor, or Miss if you prefer." She smiled at them all, letting her voice calm them and the glow of her eyes draw them in, just a little. "I will be teaching you Biology. Let me tell you this: from this day forward I consider you my students. I will not let you be hurt in any way that I can prevent. You will not come to harm in my class. Though if one of you idiots burns yourself with a bunsen burner or stabs yourself with a scalpel while dissecting a frog, that's on you. I, myself, will definitely not harm you. That said, I appreciate honesty in my class. Diplomatic honesty at times, but honesty all the same. No lies in this class." She blinked, and her voice took on a more cheerful tone. "Since today is the first day, I thought we'd do something less boring." The wind was breezing through the class nicely now, bringing with it the smell of rain. "I am obligated to tell you what I am, but that's no fun is it. Instead, I want you to guess. Ask me questions -preferably Biology related- warm blooded, cold blooded etc and infer from there. Nothing inappropriate please. The principal's office is a long walk from here." She looked up at the clock to gauge the time. "You have slightly over forty minutes. If you fail, you get homework." There was a silence as she smiled once again. "Time starts now."


Thudan was pretty happy with how it had gone. It had been slow at first, but slowly the class had eased up, getting more comfortable to voice out. She had managed to pull everyone into the discussion, even the more quiet ones. The late boy (Evans) had been the one to guess, after twenty-thirty minutes (her answers had been purposely cryptic) and she spent the rest of the period telling them more about mermaids and other creatures of the deep -and by extension other supernaturals, and also getting to know them. In the end the atmosphere had been relaxed, completely different from the tension in the beginning. Just what she was going for. She wondered if it looked as ridiculous as Carol and her 'best friend' (Bryn) when she argued with her brother. 


Probably.

 

[DergTheDergon]

Samson spent a few minutes before the bell rang flipping through the curriculum overview, thinking over what he should go over in this first period. There was his race of course; it was probably best to deal with that straight away. Other than that, his expectations of the students, and a rough rundown of what he would be teaching were other aspects he felt he should touch on. Perhaps he could add some sort of word game to the mix, to show them that he wasn't a stick in the mud.


As he pondered over this, taking a bite out of his muffin as his tail switched back and forth lazily, a couple of students came trickling in, a group of three girls who seemed to be friends. They stopped before sitting down and stared at him warily for a moment, one of the girls swallowing hard. He glanced up from where he was sitting and smiled his warmest, most innocent smile at them. "Hello there, welcome to my class," he said warmly. They all looked shocked at his demeanor and the sound of his voice, before slowly taking a row of three seats on the opposite side of the room from where Samson sat. He nodded, showing none of the disappointment he felt at the fear his students will likely all have towards him at first. He stood as a few more students began trickling in and sitting down, whispering amongst themselves and casting wary glances at their intimidating reptilian teacher. Samson stood with his hands clasped behind his back until the bell rang, nodding and smiling at every student as they walked in


As the last student hastily bolted into the classroom, the bell rang. The boy looked immensely relieved, heaving a sigh as he sat down in the last available desk, to the boy's apparent horror one of the closest desks to the front of the classroom where Samson stood. The boy's jacket was wet; he must have dashed through the rain to get to school. "Good morning class," Samson began. "As most of you have no doubt gathered by now, my name is Mr. Drakkis. However, such formalities aren't necessary with me; you can call me Samson. Regardless, before we truly begin I have no doubt that all of you must be wondering what I am, and if I'm going to hurt you. The answer to the second question is absolutely not under any circumstances, but it is normal to be wary of a creature such as myself. I hope that over the course of the year i can prove to you that I am not some bloodthirsty monster, as much as I may look it." Samson took a momentary pause to push up his glasses, the class dead silent for now as they still weren't sure what to expect of him. "The answer to the first question is; I am half-Fire Dragon, half-Human. To avoid any unnecessary questions, I will answer the most common ones now. My father is a dragon, my mother human; I was born with minimal draconic features, but my tail, ears and claws grew quickly. I can breathe fire, but do not worry as I am well aware that the school's principal would likely fight fire with firing me if I were to burn anything. Also, I do have quite a bit of difficulty with chairs, car seats, buses, planes and the like. There's a reason there's a stool behind my desk." He  accentuated his point with an exaggerated wag of his tail. A couple of the students giggled and snickered at the half-dragon's tail joke, causing him to smile. They weren't all so afraid they'd lost their ability to laugh. That was very promising.


"Without further ado, I believe we should take attendance. If you prefer to go by something other than your full first name, please tell me. No funny business, please. Ahem," He cleared his throat then began reading off the names, marking down a few shortened names here and there as per the students' requests. To Samson's delight, everyone was present. Perhaps they were afraid of what would happen if one was late to a Dragon's class, even on the first day. Whatever reason they were all here on time, it was a good sign for the year to come.


Samson answered a few of the students' questions regarding his race after taking attendance, showing that he was not afraid to reveal anything about himself. Afterward, Samson began going over the more school-related business he needed to get out of the way. As he spoke, he caught sight of one of the boys, a student in the back right corner of the room, closing his eyes and placing his head against the wall. Samson stopped speaking and looked straight at the boy, who seemed unaware he was being looked at and perhaps had already dozed off. Other students turned their eyes on him and whispered amongst themselves some of them giggling. Without warning, Samson approached his desk and placed the end of one finger claw on the metal surface of his specially-tailored, non-wood desk. Most students just looked at him with curiosity and a bit of fear, but a few students covered their ears in preparation before he began dragging his claw slowly across the metal, causing a scratch he didn't really care much about, it could be buffed out later. An awful, earsplitting screech echoed through the room. The sleeping boy jolted awake, staring at Samson and covering his ears, grimacing. Samson stopped the awful sound with a smug smile on his face, taking his claw off the desk and dropping his hand at his side. "There will be zero tolerance for catching forty winks during my classes. Understood?" The boy slowly nodded, looking a little shaken up. "Yes, sir." The boy said after a slight pause, students all around him whispering and throwing dirty looks his way.


After that little incident, the rest of the class went off without a hitch and Samson covered all the material he felt needed to be covered.  

 

[StoneWolf18]

Kiraan, after having glanced through everything that had been placed on her desk, was struggling to try and find a way to basically go about the first day of class. After having righted the plaque with her name and put her name up on one of the whiteboards, she sat behind the desk once more. It wasn't everyday that you told a huge amount of sixteen year old humans that you weren't human. But her train of thought was soon abruptly halted as students began to enter the classroom. The woman’s eyes flicked to the clock, it reading eight-twenty. Five minutes until the bell would ring and she needed to start.


Lovely.


The vampiress appeared to be distracted with reading a few papers, and partially she was. But she also stole a few glances towards the door as more people began to enter. Most appeared to still be somewhat asleep, although the exhaustion only vaguely being able to conceal easily told emotions such as curiosity, a few with hints of disgust, and others fear. The room soon filled with the thick stench of human, cologne, and perfume she had grown accustomed too. One minute. Scanning the room, the class was about twenty eight strong with two desks in the front empty. The number on the roster the woman had pulled up on her computer totaled to that exact number. Good, she wouldn't have to call roll.


The electronic bell sounded over the PA system.


She took an unnecessary breath, all eyes trained on her. 


Well, no point in delaying it any longer. 


Standing, she walked to the front of the room and opened her mouth to speak. But as she was about too, a teenaged boy from the back corner of the classroom was quick to interrupt with a smug, careless, and sarcastic expression. “Are you going to tell us what you are?” Eyeing him carefully, she gave him a horrific smile with a twist of her lips, although they remained closed, the student meeting her gaze and shifting in is seat, it the only tell that he was uncomfortable. “My name is Ms. Vahdin, and as he had stated…” Kiraan began, allowing her to switch focus to the rest of the class, her expression switching to a less hostile one. Her tone firm. “You are all hopefully aware that no staff member in this school is human. I am no exception. That being said, instead of going about today normally with a class syllabus about the World History course you are all required to take, you need to be aware of what I am. So...would anyone like to guess?” The kid spoke up again. “Human, obviously. None of that crap on the news is real anyway.” A few others nodded in agreement while Kiraan began speaking again. “What is your name?” “Jonathan.” “Well, Jonathan. I would suggest reevaluating the situation at hand. You no longer live in a world where you were certain most of the books you read were fiction. Now, would anyone else like to disprove his statement?” In the middle of the wad of desks, someone else decided to pipe up, the voice belonging to girl this time. One of the few not doused in chemicals. “A witch?” ‘Like our principal?’ “No, the ability to use to use magic isn't enough to define one’s race. So they would be human, elven, or whatever their parents were.” Another decided to speak. “A werewolf?” The corner of her lips twitched upwards ever so slightly. “Close.” A small female sitting in the front row then answered. “A vampire?” The vampiress flashed her a brief albeit wide grin, over extending her fangs so they were rather clear. “What’s your name, dear?” “A-Adeline…” She responded slowly, caught off guard by the sudden display.


At this point, she was first going to scold herself and immediately try to cover it up but refrained seeing as she was suppose to be doing this unlike her years of teaching before. It felt odd, wrong even, yet there wasn't anything to be done about it now…


A few of students grew wary, some glanced back towards the open door. Others, like Johnathan, rolled their eyes. “Anyone can buy a pair of plastic fangs.” He replied, bored and unimpressed. His antics getting on her nerves, the woman walked over to his desk in the back corner, rolled up her sleeve slightly before holding out her wrist. “Please.” She said. “Take my pulse.” He glanced up at her before laze and reluctantly taking her arm and feeling, the boy’s brow furrowing as he quickly drew his arm back. “No…” He muttered. “Impossible.” “Not impossible.” She continued, returning to the front of the classroom, her fangs still out for all to see. “I'm a vampire, a higher vampire to be specific. Anyone have any questions? I’ll be happy to answer them.”


It took a moment, a few kids grabbing at the cross necklaces they wore while others were clearly contemplating whether they should exit the classroom or not. But Adeline slowly raised her hand, the woman gesturing for her to speak. “Are you immortal?” Her tone was flooded with curiosity, nothing else able to be distinguished. With a nod she replied. “Yes. I am unable to die due to age and pretty much anything else except another vampire. Speaking of which, I believe I am around three hundred and eighty-six years old but I lost count after around the second century.” This caused a few eyes to roll, others grow more interested in what she had to say.


In all, the whole class period ran smoothly, most students warming up to the idea and asking questions about her race and past. There were many common ones such as:


“Can you survive in sunlight?” “I wouldn't be here if I couldn't.”


“Do you have to drink blood?” “No, it's more of an alcohol. A strong one at that.”


“Can you enter a church?” “Yes. Despite technically being dead in a way, I’m not unholy.”


“Are you allergic to garlic?” “I rather enjoy the herb. So no."


“Do you hate werewolves?” “I have no idea why people assume that. There's no reason for us to dislike each other, unless of course is a personal grudge.”


And then there were other questions…


“What do you think about vampires in fiction?” “It's somewhat accurate, seeing as there are those that can't stand sunlight. But it's all rather amusing to say the least.”


“Do you know any other vampires?” “A few, yes.”


"Are you a virgin?" "I haven't taken you for a bloody fool yet so answer that yourself. But another question like that and I'm are our principal would love to have a chat with you."


And finally, Jonathan spoke up. Asking a question that she had been expecting,  it not from him. “How do you turn someone?” His tone had become oddly serious, causing Kiraan to pausing before answering in a similar tone. “You can't. Or not as easily as you might think. With other breeds it's as easy as feeding the other human party blood or biting them. Normally, higher vampires such as myself are never human. But I was a rare case that was. Yet-” she switched her focus to the whole class. “Despite how cliche it sounds, if you or someone you know is intentionally looking for a way to rid themselves of their humanity, stop them or try your damned hardest too. Because trust me, it isn't worth it. Now, any other question?"


Class lasted for a few more minutes at that, the boy who had asked the question remaining silent for the rest of the period.