[Misericorde]

Drake ran his long, pale fingers through his long, navy blue hair. He was dressed in the proper school uniform, a white blouse, navy blue overcoat, navy blue slacks, and a long, navy blue shoulder cape. He was always one of the better dressed, but he was smug. He acted as if he was better then everyone else, just because of who he was. His classmates knew him as one of the only pure bloods left, and he used that in his favor. His blood was better than every one else's and he would never let them forget it. Many of the students in the classroom secretly despised him, but they respected him to his face. He didn't care, though, he knew how they truly felt. And, his only reply was always a small smirk and shrug.

But something was different that day. There was a new girl in the class. Though she hadn't yet arrived in class, he knew there was something strange. Her name was too... Boring. He would have to examine her when she arrived. He might be able to pick up a scent, or see something in her that would clear his mind. Until she arrived, though, he prepared himself for class. His books were out on the desk as they should be. They looked brand new, although they were not much newer than he was. He opened his note book and took out his pen, preparing the pages for the day's notes. He liked keeping himself organized, and it payed, because he was a great student. One of the best. It was one more thing for him to be smug about.

He watched as the clock ticked, each moment dragging on to him, as it did to a child on the eve of a special event with gifts. It felt like eternity... Drake knew the feeling all too well, he was after all, immortal. He began to chew on the tip of his pen as he waited for the bell to ring. Slowly the class filled up, student after student filing in to their respected desks. The class was that of about 40 students... About half were male and the rest were female. They were all different species, ranging from vampires, to humans. Even the professor was of a different species. Drake had respect only for him, because the professor had been one of the only ones to help him when he needed it, to guide him when he was in need. So, when the professor arrived, Drake politely stood, waved, then sat back down. Now all he waited for was the new one...