Wearing non-holed jeans, boots that cover my ankles, a long sleeve turtle neck, a hat, plus the umbrella singles me out. Especially because it’s warm and not even that bright.
There are three guys and two girls sitting on the other side of the table. Each one of them has a murderous expression as I approach. Designations are listed by everyone’s names so I have no doubt they’ve readvampire. Despite the vampyr creating vampires, they hate them.
The unwashed, degenerate copycats of the sophisticated, elegant, ethereal beings. I’ve got five fucking years if I don’t want to risk getting my head detached from my body. This is going to be hell.
The girl sitting in the middle with burgundy hair and cat-like green eyes notches the corner of her lip up. Turning her nose away as if she smells something bad. How unoriginal.
As I finally stop right at the edge of the table, she lets a bit of one of her gleaming fangs show.
Vampyr have retractable fangs, unlike vampires. I slide my tongue over my own but not hard enough to cut. Deciding not to be a major bitch like she is, I refrain from showing off my own.
“Hello,” I drawl. “My name is Mavyn Tsuki. I’m a first year student.”
One of the guys sitting next to the redhead rolls his eyes over me with a cold gaze. “You know most first year students don’t make it to graduation. How tragic would it be if you were one of them.”
“It would not be tragic at all,” I state. Rolling my eyes I hold out my hand right within the edge of the shadow of my umbrella. “Can I have my schedule now?”
He blinks at me, surprised, as if I wouldn’t have a comeback to that. Or maybe it wasn’t that I said anything, butwhatI said.
It’s not a lie. I highly doubt it would be all that sad for anyone if they ripped my umbrella away and exposed me to the sunlight.
The guy on the other side of the redhead shuffles through some papers with a bored expression and holds up a piece of paper and a kindle-sized tablet.
I take it quickly and then spin on my heels to get out of here. It had gotten significantly quiet as everyone watched the exchange.
They all stay silent as they watch me leave too. Good. I’m exhausted and all I want is my shitty dorm room I know I’m about to get and at least eight hours of no one bothering me.
Classes don’t start until Monday which gives me the rest of today, tomorrow, and Sunday. Despite being in another universe on another world, most social structures and things like that are the same as Earth. They don’t have Instagram or iPhones, but I’m sure this tablet is something of a similar format.
Following the map in my head I had memorized when the advisor was bringing me here, I head through several courtyards until I get to the west side of the main building where most of the dorm buildings are. It’s split into male and female buildings with your grade picking how close to the main building you are or not.
My building, because I’m a first year, is kissing the forest that surrounds the university.
Fine by me.
There’s still more people out. Other’s moving in and the rest moving back. Most of them stop to stare and then quickly turn away to whisper. After I was stamped an illegal vampire I expected to be killed then and there.
I wasn’t closed off to this knowledge that magic existed and whatnot while on Earth, but whoever my parents were either ditched me or are dead.
I was found on the side of a trail by some hikers and brought to the nearest town somewhere in norther New York. From there I was placed in the foster system, quickly adopted by a couple that liked whips instead of belts, went back into the foster system after they both had abrupt heart attacks, ran from those abusive foster homes, came across a strip club – modern name for what is a brothel – run by a succubus and from there I was sort of kept and looked after by the females.
They kept me safe and taught me and in exchange I helped make little medicines and tonics. Despite not being mortal, magical beings still get hangovers and headaches – surprisingly.
I finally come to the last building with a twisting forest literally hugging the back side of it. I sometimes wonder if it would have been better for the Mage Board to just kill me when they found me. They killed the vampire who fed me the blood. But I guess the enforcer must have said something because after being brought into whatever blacklist site they had, I was simply thrown in a cell.
Three days later was when a lower advisor for the Mage Board came and asked me who I was and where I came from. He asked me why the vampire fed me that blood and how I felt because of it. I more or less stated the truth.
I am an orphan who runs along the streets of New York City and helps out with legal medicines to those who ask for it.
I didn’t tell him about Ms. Elaycia and her brothel – even if she’s kept everything above board and legal regarding the humans who venture in – because the Mage Board hates the lower level fae almost as much as they do the vampyr and vampires. All it would take is one thing to have her shut down and thrown in some sort of torture chamber they call a prison.
So I kept it short. Said I knew a few neighborly fae and shifters, but I have actually never met a vampire or vampyr before. I didn’t know why I was fed the blood or venom or what that vampire could have wanted from me.
At the end of my interrogation the advisor lifted his sleeve, took a small thin blade, and cut a two to three inch wound on his arm. Blood immediately began rolling down and dripping onto the floor. The metallic scent filling the room with a reddish-black aura. It wasn’t quiet as coppery as humans blood is, but it had been just as red.
I figured he wanted to see what kind of bloodlust I would initiate since all newly turned vampires can’t control their hunger for it. I, however, lifted the top corner of my mouth in disgust and rolled my eyes before closing them and leaning my head against the wall.
I had been just as tired then as I am now.
