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Chapter 3

Ainsley's drawing of one of Saint Vincent's school buildings

  No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get the winner of the fight out of my head. I can say that the guy is skilled. His movements have a fluidity of someone who has been doing this kind of thing for a long time. And not to sound corny, it was like watching poetry in motion. Even though I am confident in my own fighting skills, I know with a certainty that frightens me a little that I wouldn't be able to beat him on a one on one fight.

  "You are no match for him." a nasty female voice sounds from my right. Turning my head I am met with a beautiful girl but her glare and the dark swirling colours around her tell me she is bad news. "You will never be able to touch him with your filthy half human paws." She sneers, looking down her dainty little nose at me. "It matters not that you might be related to the Count. Blood gets weaker and weaker with the wrong mating."

  Turning to face her fully, I can tell she is the one with the weak diluted blood not me. Tracing her features, I can tell she is the result of a string of careful breeding, sometimes even incest breeding. During my stare she shifts her weight from foot to foot. "One must know their place after al. Or get put there forcefully." As much as she wants to make it sound like a threat, I don't feel frightened by it. I can detect fear in her, fear for me and what I might represent to her and her carefully constructed, orderly world. After all, I represent an anomaly. I am the unknown factor in her meticulously build order.

  I snort at her measly threat, although the guys in the background who are giving me their best bad ass death glare might make good on that promise of pain for her. Although they look more like lackeys than the relatives they are. "Right and you are going to keep me from seeing him around campus how? This is a school I am bound to see him around some time. Whether you like it or not...Peaches." She looked a little green around the nose as I mentioned the nickname her father uses for her. Clearly not everybody knows about it, as her head quickly moves from side to side, I know it's not common knowledge that her father calls her Peaches.

  "Dude..." Jeremy whispers to me as 'Peaches' gets back to her seat after giving me one last glare. "that was so not a smart move. You don't pick a fight with Ruxandra Ceaușescu and live to tell the tale." He hisses quickly before the teacher comes in and demands all of our attention about what will be expected of us during this year.

  I don't like the way the teacher's eyes linger on me as I walk pass him as we are ushered out to take our orientation tour at the end of the introduction class. I thank God that we don't have body president Natasha as our guide.

  "So what do you think of our schedule?" Jeremy questions as we both look over our piece of paper with a timetable and subjects. Scanning the title of subjects, I snort softly at some of the titles. Like blood history, the parameters of the human mind and oblivion. Like seriously? The rest is alike with what I would get if I would have gone to a human high school. Like, gym, biology, maths, English, physics, chemistry, geography. Frowning, I see something that I can't seem to pronounce.

  "What the hell?" I mumble as I glare at the line of writing that keeps jumbling and tumbling over each other. Making it hard to make out what the words say and what they mean. Rubbing my eyes doesn't help as the line of symbols still blurs.