[Blitzkrieg]

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 vampires. Even the professor. 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...

Aya bit her lower lip softly as she waited in her dorm, knowing that she was supposed to go to her new class after the bell rang so that the professor could introduce her to the class. As opposed to her usual black dress, she was now wearing a navy blue skirt, white button up shirt, navy blue neck ribbon, and whit thigh high stockings with a navy blue stripe around the top. It was the female uniform for the class she was transferring into that day, and though it was a bit strange to her she figured she would get used to it in time. She wore the ribbon loosely so that her slender neck was still exposed After slipping on a pair of shoes she headed into the hallway, hearing the bell ring. With her new dorm in this wing of the school it didn't take her long at all to find the classroom. Nervously she pushed the door open and glanced about the room briefly.

Her eyes were bright amber, and her hair matched. Compared to most of the others in the room, she looked bright, though her skin was just as pale. The professor walked over to her and took her hand, leading her to the front of the class. "Class, this is our new student Aya. Please be on your best behavior and make her feel comfortable." he stated simply. All of them seemed to be staring at her on that moment, and she could feel the blood rush up to her cheeks at the feeling. She looked down at her feet for a moment before the professor finally ushered her to her seat. Sitting down she felt a bit more at ease, and pulled a notebook and pen from her bag. The people in the room around her all seemed a bit cold, and it put her on edge, though for now she had decided to just focus on getting down the notes she needed.

After about an hour of listening to the professor and writing down all the information she would need to remember, class was finally over. With a soft sigh, Aya put her things away only to have a few of the boys in the class walk over to her desk. "Hey there." one of them chided with a smirk, and Aya's golden eyes glanced up at the boy uncertainly. "Hello..." she responded softly, seeming a bit timid. Then the other boy spoke, his hand reaching towards her face. "Well aren't you pretty." he teased at her, and Aya looked away from the two of them, looking nervous. "P-please leave me alone..." she managed to choke out, though the boys only persisted more, seeming intrigued by the female. "You were just changed weren't you?" one asked her and though she didn't respond, Aya was confused about what he meant. Changed? Well she did change for class...maybe that was what he meant.

Drake's narrow eyes widened a little as the new girl, Aya the professor called her, walked in. She looked young... Her hair was amber, and her eyes matched the hair. She was attractive, but Drake cared not. He had bigger, better things to do than worry about a girl. But... He couldn't keep his attention off of her. He knew there was something... Something about her, and he couldn't figure it out. He wanted to put his finger on it. He would put his finger on it. Even if it took days, maybe even weeks. Drake was nothing if not determined.

Once the professor began his lesson, Drake snapped back into reality and began taking his notes. His writing wasn't the most proper thing on earth... Most called it chicken scratch, but he could read it and that was all that was important. He answered questions here and there, writing down the questions and the answers that he knew, noting the ones he didn't when they were explained. He ignored the glances he got every now and then of people assuming he was being a show off. Even though he was, that wasn't the point. He couldn't help it if he was smarter then them, could he? He smirked a little at his own cockyness, but ignored it and returned to his school work.

By the end of the class, Drake had noticed some of the other males preying on Aya. He would not have this. She would be his new toy. She was his new mystery, and it was going to stay like that. Before some of the males got too serious with their flirtations or questions, Drake stepped between them and the girl. His eyes seemed to flash at the males, and his lips parted to speak. When the words came out, his voice was low, seductive, and intriguing. He was a mystery himself. "Hey, look boys, the little lady doesn't seem to want, or need your attention. So why don't you little boys back off, and go back to your rooms to play with your dolls or something, hm?" A smirk played his lips. "Mommy and daddy don't pay for you to flirt, after all..." He shooed them away with a hand and turned to Ayu. "This was a one time thing. Don't expect me to do it again." He turned a cold shoulder to her, and walked away.

The boys were moving in on her, getting a little closer and speaking with a bit more threat in their words. She felt overwhelmed and frightened by them at the same time. They treated her like she was something for them to play with. Many of the others in the class just ignored the situation, others even watched the boys close in on the helpless girl. She had a feeling that she didn't really fit in well with this crowd of people, knowing that in some way they were different from her, though she couldn't figure out how. Her heart was racing as she stood, trying to back away from her chair and yet the perused her further, liking the way they seemed to have a power over her. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to think fo what she should do, how she would get past four boys at once, though nothing came to mind. She seemed to be stuck.

Aya was ready to bolt for her dorm to get away from the boys who seemed to crowd around her as though she was some rare commodity when a tall figure blocked her vision. Golden eyes looked up to see a man with dark blue hair sanding between her and the others. She was surprised by his sudden appearance, having not even noticed him within the sea of people when she had entered the room. When he spoke, Aya felt her heart race even faster for a moment. There was something about his deep silky voice. It seemed somehow entrancing, and she just stared up at him, curiosity in her eyes as well as a certain fondness.

He told them off as though they had misbehaved and he was their master, and with a wave of his hand they had baked away, grumbling to themselves, though none the less they were gone. Aya was curious, wondering why they listened to this man so easily, trying to figure out if it had something to do with that voice. Though her thoughts were cut short when he turned and spoke to her. Her eyes grew a bit wider at the sight of his face. He was handsome and his chiseled features seemed cold, and yet alluring. Her eyes met his for but a moment before he had turned away from her without a second thought. His words were meant to be cold, and she wondered why he had helped her at all, but understood that he didn't want her to expect it from him. Lowering her head slightly in respect to him she called out a soft "Thank you." Her voice was soft and warm, like the sound of wind chimes in a spring breeze, and she looked fascinated by the man as he left her side.

He had somehow saved her from those other boys, and for that she was grateful. Aside from that fact though, she felt a desire to be by his side burning in her chest. Shaking her head she pushed away the thought, wondering why it had came on so suddenly and more over wondering who he was. After realizing that she had been standing there for quite some time now, Aya grabbed her bag and headed out of the classroom. Eyes seemed to follow her as she did and people murmured about that situation that had just happened. She seemed a bit oblivious to the fact that they were talking about her as she looked down the hall, her eyes glued to his back as he walked away. She bit her lip once again and looked away before running after him down the hallway. She knew it probably wasn't he best idea, but something drew her to him. "Why did you help me?" she asked him, her voice soft and eyes cast up at his face.

Drake heard the whispers as he left the classroom, but he didn't pay it any attention. He knew that the class would react. Drake had never stood up for anyone other than himself. He knew that it looked a little strange that he was now protecting a girl that he didn't even know. He also knew that he would get hit with tons of questions about it... He hoped that he wouldn't though. He also heard the girl murmur a little thank you, a whispered phrase that he knew was meant for him. He shrugged it off, though, acting as if he heard nothing. He closed his eyes and shoved his hands into his pant pockets as he walked out of class and down the hall, nonchalantly glancing over his shoulder as the students left the class room. Some went left, some went right, and some just stopped and stared at him. He shot them a warning glance, one that warned them to back off and drop the subject. His eyes were hard, and he wasn't about to let himself be questioned by lessors.

He turned back to continue on his walk to his next class, but stopped in the corridor a moment. That girl... Her voice rang through his head and her eyes seemed to burn his brain. He tried shaking it off, but he couldn't. Whatever it was about her, it seemed to want to draw him to her. He tried to distract himself by finding his cell phone and going through the numbers. Then he tried finding anything else he could on it to distract him, but it didn't work. She was trapped in his head and he couldn't get her out, "Great..." he whispered lowly to himself. "The first time I do something nice for someone, and it bites me in the ass like this." Drake pinched the bridge of his nose, not wanting to think about her. Not wanting to know more about her. He had wished now that he had never felt the difference about her, the mystery of her. He felt the beginning of a long day ahead of him.

To his dismay, even though he had gave her a cold attitude, she was chasing after him. Even worse, she was speaking to him. Great. This was the last thing he wanted. He wasn't cold to her to get her to chase him. He began to think she may be stupid. Did she not realize who she was? This is when he knew something was odd about her. There was not a vampire in that class that didn't know WHO he was. He was Drake Kowai, son of two pure bloods, and one of the last pure bloods to be around. With a sigh, he spun to face Aya, giving her a cold, blank glare as she spoke to him. He towered over her, so he looked down to meet her gaze. "Help you?" He blinked his eyes with a smirk on his face again. She thought he cared.

"Listen, what I did back there? That's just me giving you a break on your first day." He waved his hand much the way he had before. "I won't do it again. Either you blow them off yourself, or you deal with what they want to do with you." He locked his eyes to hers. "There's no way that someone like you will last long in our class the way you are now." He licked at his lips a little, only slightly wishing he could sink his fangs into the tender looking flesh that she had around her neck. His voice got deeper, deeper than it had been before, almost a warning tone. "Look, don't get attached. And don't get in my way. You, like everyone else, know what I can and will do to you if you get in my way." Drake turned away again and began to walk. He assumed she would know what he would do to her if she got in his way. Every vampire there knew that he could kill them in an instant. So he assumed she wouldn't pursue further. His hair seemed to float as he began to walk away once more.

Aya could tell that something about what had happened interested the rest of the class. She wasn't sure if it was because the man who had stood up for her was normally colder than he was to her or what, but they were all staring. She lowered her head as she walked, trying to focus on counting her footsteps as she left the class, but she kept thinking of him, those eyes and that voice. He seemed so powerful and alluring, she couldn't help but to think of him again. She didn't understand why the boys seemed scared of him, or what they were talking about half the time. She was a bit confused and she wanted to know more about him, he just like she was a mystery. He seemed cold and distant, like he wanted so desperately to be left to his own devices and not bothered by the likes her her or anybody else, and yet she still wanted to follow after him. It may have been impulse or curiosity that urged her to do so, but she wasn't really sure.

Large amber eyes gazed up at him as he smirked, seeming to be unfazed by the way he was silently mocking her with that smirk. Instead she seemed to look at him with tenderness despite his cold demeanor. As he explained himself Aya interlaced her fingers, hands resting against her skirt as she stood before him, and nodded her head. Her soft golden hair fell over her shoulders, and she looked a bit taken aback by his words. "I understand." she replied to him softly, not seeming angry or frightened so much as a bit upset, though she hid it well. When he mentioned her bot being able to last long in their class she seemed a little confused, wondering what he meant and why the students all seemed so harsh compared to those in the other class.

When his eyes locked onto her own for that brief moment,s he felt her heart jump and seemed to forget to breath. They bore into her soul the way he looked at her, and she felt herself getting a little flustered from the feeling of him staring straight at her. Though then his voice got lower, almost like a growl as he spoke about not getting in his way. She tilted her head slightly, not seeming intimidated by what he had said simply because she didn't understand it, but she nodded once more before he turned around. "I'm...sorry for bothering you." she whispered before watching him start to walk away once more. Her eyes seemed to be transfixed on his form, but after a few more of his steps she turned away as well and sighed softly. "What did I get myself into?" she asked herself before heading towards her dorm. As she started to head there though, she glanced out the window to see that it was now dusk. With a soft smile she walked into her room and changed into her pure black dress and gloves, leaving the room and making her way down tot he courtyard.

She was surrounded by them now, the people of her class and other classes in this wing of the building. She wasn't anywhere near her old friends, and it seemed as though they were isolated here. Light footfalls lead her to the door that allowed them into the courtyard, and she pushed it open. People were still watching her, and she seemed even more awkward then before at the feeling, but many didn't dare speak to her because of Drake seeming to have taken some form of interest in her. Carefully Aya lowered herself to her knees in the grass and looked up at the sky. The moon reflected silver flacks in her golden eyes, and her face was illuminated by the soft glow. She hoped that out here at least she could relax, thinking to herself. What did he mean when he spoke about her not being able to last in the class, what was it she was supposed to know he could do, and what did the others mean when they said changed? The thoughts raced through her mind and she just tried to shake them off, leaning back against the trunk of the cherry blossom tree and closing her eyes.

A few stray petals fell around her, making her look rather delicate as she lay there breathing softly. For whatever reason she felt safe in the courtyard despite the fact that most of the windows gave way to the view and anybody could walk out whenever they pleased. After a while of sitting there it seemed as though she had fallen asleep, her chest rising and falling slowly, and her breaths gentle. A few of the soft pink petals had landed on her black dress, and with her outfit the color of her bright hair stood out more than ever as she slumped back against the tree. She looked peaceful, but vulnerable as well.

Drake half yawned as he made his way down the hall, looking out the window. The students had already started to crowd in the court yard. Drake's eyes wandered from person to person, examining what each and all were doing. He knew that soon, some would be leaving for a few short hours to feed. Tonight, he planned on doing the same, he just had to pick his prey. He pulled out a little black note book from his side pocket. The pages were filled with names, ages, and addresses. Drake flipped carefully through the pages and scanned each name. Some names had already been crossed out, and some had check marks. He flipped through a few pages until he found one that had neither a check mark nor was crossed out. Once he had, a new type of smirk played on his lips, and his eyes flashed red a moment. Their normal blue became a golden yellow with red rims, his pupils turning into cat like slants. He had found his next meal, who was located at 329 Arbhor Lane, an ex convict for murder, and his hunger was telling him it was time to feed.

Drake slowly slid the book back into the protection of his pocket and glanced outside once more. He was the leader of sorts, because no one would leave to feed until he gave them a signal. He had half a mind to not give them a signal at all tonight. He felt they didn't deserve it, in his mind, giving a new student grief was not called for... Especially one he had picked out to be his new personal toy and entertainment. Sure, it may have been bad of him to think of her as a toy, she wasn't after all. However, Drake knew he could make anyone do anything he wanted for them. At least when it came to women. And it didn't matter the race either. It just so happened though, that Drake had taken great interest in this new Aya girl. He closed his eyes a moment and shook his head. Her voice was ringing in his head again, and a snarl left his mouth. As he opened his eyes, they met the spot where she lay on the grass. The blood he had had the night before ran hot through his veins...

He watched as the cherry blossom petals fell over her, and blinked. He saw something now that he hadn't before. She had an allure about her... But not one that any normal lessor had. Was she a pure blood? He didn't think so, she didn't seem to be urging to feast. She just lay there... Peaceful, and quiet. She was almost as much of a target to anyone in that court yard as a mouse would be in an alley to any cat. He knew that many of his classmates would just as soon kill a vampire then feed on a human, if that vampire was special to someone of status like Drake. It was one of the only jealous acts vampires normally committed. Drake almost hissed as he thought to himself of how stupid she was. He was sure now that she had half a brain. He turned and marched to his dorm and quickly changed from his uniform into a sleek, black and red suit. The blouse was silky black with a red rose design on the left chest. The overcoat was black with red stitching, and the pants were the same, with added red rose vines in the right leg. It was his favorite, finest outfit.

Once he was primed and ready to go, he ran a hairbrush in the long strands of his hair. It seemed black in the night light, but the navy blue shine of it was beautiful. It was one of the things that usually attracted his prey to him. And if that allure didn't work, he would just piss them off until they came to him. He laughed to himself, his fangs already drawn and primed for hunting. They poked only so lightly past his lips, but he hid them well. After all, his prey was human and if they were seen, his prey would run. So, now that he was groomed and ready to go, Drake turned and left his room, heading to the main courtyard entrance. The halls were empty, except for the occasional professor, whom he merely waved to. They knew what time it was, and they knew to leave the teen vamps to their duty. Unlike them, the teen vamps had to hunt. The professors had their own supply of blood from a source that was unknown to all. Continuing his walk to the courtyard, he glanced out the window again and saw Aya again. She was still there, seemingly asleep...

With a shake of his head, Drake shoved his hands into his pockets, walked down the spiral staircase to the entrance of the courtyard, and swung the doors open. All the other vampires stopped their actions as he entered, his presence clearly known. He walked toward the tree where Aya was laying, and stopped about 5 feet in front of her, addressing the classes silently. His eyes flashed their lovely golden color, the rims redder than the blood he'd be feasting on shortly. In unison, all of a sudden, the entire class hissed and growled, before most dissipated into the night sky, hoping the school walls. Drake, however, stayed back a moment, turning back to Aya. She had not moved to go feed nor to go back inside like the rest. His eyes narrowed a little. "Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be out to feast as well?" His voice was now much deeper, smoother than it had been before. His allure was in full works. Not that he could control it when it was time to feed. When he noticed she didn't reply, he reached out and tugged her arm. "Hey, wake up, it's time to go feed."

Aya was deep asleep, thoughts of her guardians who had passed away flashing through her mind. It was a peaceful dream, she liked remembering the life they had given her so selflessly. A soft smile played upon her rosy lips and she shifted a bit in her sleep. During her slumber she didn't even notice the people who started slowly gathering in the courtyard. She didn't notice the way that they were eying her, many of the girls looking as though they were about to rip her to shreds. Then again, ignorance is bliss. Little did she know that there was a man who wasn't ignorant to her current situation, the same one who had been watching over her in class. She still didn't even know his name, though had figured he didn't really want anymore to do with her after their last encounter. The thought of that made her frown slightly, knowing that she was still so drawn to the sound of his voice, the look in his eyes. Everything about him seemed to pull her closer, and she didn't like it. She felt powerless against his gaze, weak and far more vulnerable than she would want to admit.

The soft pink petals danced about her dark dress, and the wind blew the lace of her skirt higher up her thighs, though she remained engulfed in a dream, one that was slowly changing for the worst. Aya heard noises in her dream that made her heart race. She heard rustling about her, dreaming of being surrounded by dark shadows, looming over her small form menacingly. She grew restless, slender fingers clenching at the grass below her. Then the sound of hissing and growling echoed through her mind, and her eyes clenched shut a bit tighter. She felt a hard thudding in her chest, feeling threatened, wanting to run, though it was just a dream. Though slowly her eyes began to open, and she could see shadows leaping onto the roof, crowded about the courtyard, and she could still hear the hissing, the growling. Her breathing became slightly labored as her eyes slowly brought the world around her into focus, but just then she felt a tug on her arm.

With a gasp, her eyes shot open and she looked up, body trembling a bit as she glanced about her, trying to figure out what she was hearing and seeing. Though everything else seemed to fade away as she heard that voice again, this time more alluring than before, deeper, smoother. Just the sound alone made her heart pound like in her dream as amber orbs slowly met with his own eyes. She jumped a bit at the sight, her back hitting the tree. With a soft whimper she looked up once more. They were yellow and red, but she could have sworn they had been deep blue. "I..." she tried to speak, but these thoughts were racing through her mind, clouding her ability to function. "Feed?" It all started to piece together now. His power, this feeling, feeding, changed, lasting in this school. Vampires? No, she must have been crazy to think a thing like that, it was impossible after all, though the longer she gazed at him the more real the idea became.

She shook her head, slowly standing on quaking legs as she felt herself drawn closer to his gaze. She was drowning in confusion and this feeling, whatever this was that he made her feel, she couldn't breath. "Are....are you?" she stuttered, her eye leaving his own for but a moment to look around them at the few who had lingered behind. One of them held a dead dove in his hand, fangs sunk into the bird who's once pure white feathers were now stained with blood. Aya was stiff, her cheeks becoming red from lack of oxygen as her blood rushed there. She looked to her other side, more fangs, red eyes...what was this? What were they?

She shook her head again, clenching those bright eyes shut, trying to figure out if she was still dreaming, bit when she opened them again it was only to look up at Drake once more. Now she remembered, that's what they had called him....Drake. His suit was black and red, those colors only adding to her terror. Gasping for air, she noticed more of the students jump over the walls, and a not even a word left those plump lips of hers as she turned away from him, running for the door to the courtyard, heart racing faster than her legs were carrying her. She made her way into the hallways, bolting through the corridors, her mind still racing. Though after making it so far she tripped, falling on her stomach with a thud.

Coughing a little she tried to scramble to her feet only to find herself pinned against the cold marble floor. Two of the vampire boys loomed over her figure, one holding down her arms, smirking at her with those fangs peeking from his lips, and the other was dangerously close to the hem of her dress. The first hissed, leaning his head closer to her slender neck where the blood pumped through furiously and a scream erupted from her lips, eyes wide with terror and body trembling beneath his grasp.

Drake watched as Aya continued to sleep a bit through him waking her. He could tell that something was troubling her in her sleep, and noticed her eyes open slowly. He watched as the amber eyes came to view, then disappeared again as she shut her eyes. Drake got a little closer, tugging her arm again. Soon, her eyes finally shot open, which startled him a bit, causing him to move back again. He watched as she came to her senses, but he could tell that something was wrong. She seemed afraid. Afraid of him? Afraid of the others? He couldn't tell, and in his mind, he thought that it might be a little bit of a good thing that she was. Maybe now she would know to stay out of his path. But soon, Drake's senses were telling him that something here was very, very wrong.

He watched as Aya's eyes darted from him, to the others around them, back to him. She began to stand, and her legs were as shaky as that of a tree branch in wind. Just then, Drake reached a hand out to her to help her stand, and he had no idea why. Not that it mattered, his hand being slapped away the minute he got close. He blinked his eyes and a wave of anger flooded him a moment, a red glaze rolling over his eyes for a moment as he watched her. This only seemed to scare her more! Drake couldn't figure out what the hell was up with this girl. After all, these were all things she herself could do, right? "What the hell? I'm trying to help you and you hit my hand away?" He snarled and hissed at her once. He stopped, though, realizing just how much more this scared her. In the distance of the yard, he heard all noises stop, and felt all eyes on him and her. He stood quickly and spun toward the others, hissing at them once more, sending the rest off to feed or rest. Once they were gone, Drake turned back to Aya, who was stuttering her words as she tried to speak to him. He raised an eye brow at her, unable to comprehend what she was saying.

He did, however, hear one word, the word feed. At that point, he nodded his head. "Yeah, you know, that thing we do every night for survival?" He crossed his arms over his chest, a smug, annoyed look on his face. "Don't tell me you're one of those veggie-vamps." He rolled his eyes at her, watching her try to gain balance on her wobbly legs. He heard her ask him another question, and this time, he almost laughed. "Do you really need to ask me such a stupid damn question? We're ALL vampires here, didn't you know that coming in?" Drake seemed dumbfounded. It took him until Aya ran away from him to realize... She was human! He slapped a hand to his face and growled. How could he have been so stupid to not realize? But... It wasn't his fault, she had no human sent! And he felt no warmth from her arm, true he had touched over a sleeve but... Nothing about her indicated human. And then, an image pierced his mind. Her rose colored lips. Yes, she was pale, but vampires had no color on the lips, no color anywhere. And she had color. "Dammit." He hissed. "I should have fucking known." With a sigh, he shrugged his shoulders. "She's not my problem, she's just a human, not worth my time, nothing more than food."

Drake turned to walk away, heading the opposite direction that Aya had gone. He was trying to convince himself that he didn't care what happened to her. Didn't care if the others got to her and killed her for their nightly feast. He ignored the fainting sounds of her foot steps, and shoved his hands back to his pockets, where he always had them. There were few vampires left in the courtyard, the ones that remained were the veggie-vamps. Drake hated those, they were a disgrace to his race. Vampires were meant to feast on human blood, not that of any animal! It made him furious when he thought about it. He clenched his hands to fists, before just calming down. It's not like there was anything he could do about it. After all, it was their choice to be like that, and if they wanted to disgrace themselves, Drake had nothing to do or say about it. He would continue with his ways, no matter how wrong they thought it was.

Just as Drake opened the opposing courtyard door, he heard a loud screaming coming from across the way. It struck him like lightning when he realized who's voice it was. It was Aya's. But, why did he care? Why did he want to rush in and help her? He was disgusted with himself for wanting to protect a human. He tried to turn and walk away, but her eyes, her hair, her face, it all flashed through his head, and suddenly, a scent. Why hadn't he noticed this scent about her before? Her human scent. It was sweet... Enticing. The head masters must have masked her scent. This must have been planned. With a growl at his desire to save her, Drake quickly dashed off in the direction she had gone. Of course, he got there in much less time than she had, and by the time he arrived, two others had already had her pinned. Wonderful, he rolled up his sleeves.

Without hesitation or struggle, Drake grabbed the backs of the two boys' jackets, and picked them off the girl. He threw them both hard against the brick wall, and before they could move, he had them pinned his his hands at their throats. He squeezed hard enough to cut them of air, and enough to see their anger flash over their eyes. His eyes flashed a deeper, more vibrant red then theirs before letting his claws dig into their throats. "I'm going to tell you little fucks this once. You dare touch her like that again, and I wont have mercy next time, do you got that?" His voice still had the tone it had earlier when he spoke to Aya in the yard, but now there was a deep anger, hatred, and a protection to it. "She's mine now, so if you touch her again, I'll have your fangs in a jar, on my desk." With a violent throw, he flung them to the ground and watched them run off, before turning back to Aya. "You... You're a human, aren't you?" His eyes narrowed once more in anger and frustration as he watched her.

Aya didn't think when she slapped his hand away, not thinking clearly. She was scared and confused, that was all she could logically figure out. When his eyes glowed red, when he yelled at her she flinched, back away even more only to end up against the trunk of the tree once more. She felt those eyes on them and then he growled and hissed at them with rage in his eyes. This wasn't a nightmare, this was real...they were vampires. When he spoke to her once again it only clarified the situation. Veggie-vamps? She thought maybe it was just some new term for something else until he answered the question that she had somehow managed to choke out. 'We're ALL vampires here.' those words rang through her mind and she felt her heart stop. To him she was prey, something to feed from, she was this to all of them and the thought in itself sent her into shock. Though she was scared of him, the second her eyes met his she still wanted to come closer, she wanted to give in to the temptation despite the fact that he was a predator. She couldn't think enough to do anything but run, try to get away, try to get out of this place, but her attempts were quickly foiled by the two boys.

She couldn't move, struggling against their grip and yet it was hopeless. They were creatures of the night, wanting to kill her for whatever reason she could think of. She figured they too must have found out she was human, though she wasn't sure about that yet as those red eyes pierced through her with a hunger that could only be satisfied with blood, her blood. One of the boys smirked and sniffed at her flesh. "Her blood smells so sweet..." he chided at the other, an evil grin upon his lips, fangs peaking out and glimmering in the light from above. She didn't understand, the headmasters themselves had placed her into this class, a class of vampires. Why? At this rate it seemed as though she would never find out, whimpering as the boy holding down her arms gripped them tighter, seeming to enjoy the sound of her scream, the second boy licking his lips just from the sound of her fear, it seemed to excite them.

She couldn't even close her eyes, couldn't look away, too frozen in fear as his fangs grazed against her skin, though just as the first fang began to pierce through, he was torn away from her body. She winced as a small drip of blood slipped down her slender throat. They growled before hitting the wall, groaning a bit and looking up to see Drake their eyes grew wide with fear. It wasn't long before they couldn't breath, gasping and groaning in pain as his claws dug into their pale flesh. He was serious, for whatever reason Drake had decided to make this girl his, unlike he had ever done before. Once he finally released their throats they ran off in defeat, terrified of the pure blood and finally giving up on the girl for now, not even getting a single drop of her sweet blood.

Aya's eyes rose up to see Drake standing with the boy's throats in his grasp. He was strong, strong enough to over power them both without a problem, and she was scared and relieved at the same time. He was protecting her, that seductive voice dripping with malice and hatred as he spoke to them. She didn't know why he would protect her, but her heart slowed a bit when the boys ran off, leaving her sitting before Drake, the vampire who seemed to have a power over all others in the school somehow. 'She's mine now.' that phrase rang through her mind. What did he mean, and why did he say such a thing. Part of her liked it...the way he protected her so fiercely, and yet just the sight of him flustered her. He was intimidating, cold, bloodthirsty, and maybe even heartless but she wanted to be with him. She wanted to be by his side, to be his and his alone. Such a strong feeling, she had to force her mind away from it as he spoke to her.

She backed away slightly feeling his glare upon her and bit her lower lip, heart pounding against her chest and eyes watering a bit as the blood slipped down to the collar of her dress. "Y-yes..." she managed to whisper in that soft voice of hers, so innocent and gentle. It was very unlike his own seductive and powerful voice, but it suited her well. She paused...eyes still wide and focused on him as he loomed over her. "And you're...a..." she swallowed hard, trying to calm herself but to no avail. "A vampire..." she finally stuttered, staring at him almost in awe, unsure of weather she should be afraid or glad to see him. Her body was soft, her blood warm, she was so unlike him in every way, but she couldn't turn away from him, couldn't bring her eyes to part from his own. She seemed hypnotized, her breathing slowing, and cheeks becoming a bit red. "Drake..." she tried saying his name, it flowed off her tongue so softly and she felt that feeling once more, her chest getting tight and her face growing warm as she found herself frozen there on the floor.

Drake sighed as he heard the confirmation of her being human come out her mouth. He knew it was true, but now it being confirmed made it that much worse. And he also knew that anyone in the halls, or even the courtyard had the chance of having heard that as well. She was the biggest target to ever have entered the school. Not only was she special to a pure blood, she was a human. This, Drake knew, wouldn't look good on him. Pure bloods didn't associate with humans anymore than they needed to in order to have a meal. But she wasn't a meal to him, and he had to wonder why the head masters would have sent her into this specific class blindly. She didn't know where she was, what she was involved in, and Drake was sure that she had no idea why she was there, just as much as he had no idea either. It was clear to him that this was probably a test for the class. They had recently learned control, and learned to tolerate some humans, because as it was explained, they couldn't kill them all, now could they?

It was easy for Drake, because his list of means consisted of those that deserved no life. People that had committed violent crimes. Crimes that could not be forgiven, such as murder, rape, molestation. Anything along those lines was something Drake didn't approve of in the least. He may have been cold and heartless, but everybody has a soft spot. And sure, he himself was a murderer, just as many of his classmates, but there was a difference between murdering someone, and hunting them down to feed. This was survival, not sick and twisted pleasure. Drake had always seen things that way, and that wasn't about to change now. He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, pacing around Aya. Once he made it half way around her, a scent caught his nose. It was sweet... It smelt like innocence... It was her blood. The bastards that had attacked her had managed to pierce her enough to make her bleed. His eyes flashed over red, his hunger dominating his thoughts for a moment. But with a deep breath, Drake pushed the urge down.

His eyes fixed on the blood, and he leaned in closer to her, but didn't harm or touch her. Instead, his voice reverted back to normal, or at least as normal as it had been in the courtyard. "You're going to have to be careful, you know." He smirked that smug smirk he had. "With that sweet of a blood scent, you're bound to be bitten at some point." He hissed once. "You're just lucky I don't chose to do it here and now." Soon, his cold hands were on her wrists, squeezing them in his grip. "And yes, Drake is my name. I'm glad you know that. And I'm even happier that you know what I am." He released her arms with a bit of a toss, pushing her forward. His eyes had a warning about them as he stared down at her. He wanted to help her, but an inner conflict troubled him. He couldn't help her and keep his reputation. He had to think of something, but his mind was drawing blanks.

Soon, he felt faint, and he rushed a hand up to his forehead and held his head. He was getting weak, his hunger was getting the best of him. If he didn't feed soon, he might lose control and go on a frenzy. That was the last thing he wanted. But, he gained his composure enough to keep his conversation with Aya. "You need to go, get back to your dorm and stay there. Stay out of my way, but stay close." He turned away from her, heading back toward where he had come. "I need to go feed." He wobbled along weakly, before soon tripping and landing against a corridor wall with a thud and a whispered ow. He was losing his energy fast, and it was showing. He hadn't fed in 24 hours, and all the recent activity was draining his source of energy. The blood. Everything he did took away from his previous feeding. Blood was to him what gas was to a car. He needed it to breath, use his power, and his allure. It was his life line. He felt himself weakening.

He now started to worry that he wouldn't be able to get to his next meal in time, and he continued to attempt getting up, and when he finally did, he had to lean against the wall. His eyes fell out of their vampiric gold and red, back to their normal blue. They weren't, however, as deep as they had normally been. they were dull, and even more lifeless then they had been before. He inched his way to the door, looking back at Aya, his eyes re-enforcing his statement to return to her dorm. He knew she'd be in danger if she stayed, but he assumed that she wouldn't want to leave his side. This made him uneasy, because he was caring for a human. This was not normal for him, but at this point, he was too weak to scare her off.

Aya had also wondered if she had been put into the class to test the vampires, but even she couldn't be sure why she was put into this world of blood and darkness. There was something different about Drake, he seemed to be more powerful than the other vampires, and judging solely on the information she knew from reading books and such she figured that he was probably what his kind would call a pure blood. At least that's what it seemed like, especially with what he had said to her earlier about all of them knowing what he could do to them. She knew he didn't want to hurt her or he would have done so by now, and yet he still made her nervous as he paced about her, seeming stressed and quite possibly just as confused as she was. She didn't notice the redness in his eyes when he glanced at her bleeding neck, looking down at her own lap for a while.

The way he seemed to be worried made her think that she had become at least a bit of a burden on him now, though she didn't fully understand what it really was he was thinking about. When he spoke again it was a warning, and she looked up at him blankly, nodding her head a bit. She knew that she was now in danger, especially with the scent of her blood in the air, it was like an invitation for the vampires who so longed for a sweet innocence like hers to prey upon. When he hissed she gasped a bit, feeling his cold hands against her wrists, her heart beat quickening as she looked up at him. He seemed annoyed, being sure to make his point. He was dangerous, a predator and he could attack her at any moment. He wanted to make sure she knew this, and she did very well, feeling that terror wrenching in her chest once more as he spoke, and yet when he tossed her forwards she didn't run, she didn't leave. Behind this fear she felt something else for him, something she wasn't even sure about.

He ordered her to her dorm, to stay away from him, and yet not too far? So he really did want to keep her safe. It seemed as though he wished he didn't but none the less he had protected her thus far. She was about to listen, to go to her dorm and lock the door, awaiting the time when she thought it would be safe once more, but as she watched him stumble she couldn't bring herself to leave him. At this point it wasn't even because of his alluring nature. Rather, she was worried about him. It was easy to tell how weak he was, the way he could barely stand long enough to leave. She felt herself want to rush to his side at the sight of him slamming against the wall. He seemed too weak to even leave the building no less feed. Her eyes softened, the fear melting and giving way to compassion as she stood slowly, careful as he glanced back at her in warning. No matter how he wanted to push her away, no matter how threatening his glare was, she couldn't overcome this desire to help them man who had already saved her twice that day.

Hesitating a bit, she watched him inch towards the door, waiting for him to turn away from her before she started to move. She was unsure of her own actions, wondering if it was a good idea to do what she had planned to. Though all common sense left her as light footfalls gave way to her arms wrapping around his weak body. She was behind him, out of his sight as she held herself against him. Her body was warm compared to his own, and she stood there for a while, trying to support him in his weakness. She knew that he wouldn't be happy with her actions, and so she acted quickly. Once she released her arms from around him, two fingers moved swiftly to the blood on her neck. She wiped a bit of it onto her slender fingers and looked him in the eyes, her heart beat pounding in her ears, she was daring to do something so dangerous.

Though in his weakness she knew he could not fight her off, not after he had exerted so much energy.Gently she slipped her index and middle fingers into his mouth, letting a bit of blood drip onto his tongue before pulling them away carefully. She knew he needed to feed, even if just a bit, and she wanted to help him. Determination shining in her golden eyes, she pushed her hair over her shoulder, revealing the side of her neck which was bleeding and tilting her head to the side a bit, giving him access to her soft flesh. No, she didn't think it would be an enjoyable experience. She didn't think like most other human girls would, but she was willing to take the pain if it meant she could repay him for his kindness to her. He was the only thing keeping her alive in this sea of vampires, and she wanted to do the same for him. If he couldn't get to another person to feed then she would offer him herself, ignoring the worry that crept into her mind as she did so.

Drake's breathing got hard as he weakened. It was happening faster it had ever happened before. The fact that he was doing all this for someone else was all the more draining. He continued to drag himself along the wall, determined. He wasn't the type to give up, and he wouldn't admit defeat to something as pathetic as hunger. Although he knew this one was a losing battle, he struggled along, until he stopped to take a breath. He thought silently to himself, 'Come on Drake, don't let this get you down.' he hissed to himself. He was a pure blood, which made feeding all that much more important to his survival. If he didn't get to his next meal soon, he would pass out, and probably not wake up again.

As he came to turn around and see if Aya had left, he felt two arms wrap tightly around him and he gasped. He knew who it was, and he couldn't help but snarl at her. He was not pleased, and he assumed that she was trying to keep him from feeding, knowing that it could kill him. She was trying to kill him! After he had saved her life twice in one day. He couldn't believe it. He struggled against her arms a moment before feeling her arms tighten around him. She had him trapped, and he hated it. He wanted to get out of there so bad, but yet... Deep down inside he wanted to stay there, stay in her arms. He shunned the feeling, thinking to himself that vampires shouldn't feel that. He closed his eyes to gain his composure, trying to think of a way to get out of his current situation. His brain, however, was failing him.

When he opened his eyes, she was now in front of him, having let her go. He raised a brow and shook his head, turning to walk away, but was abruptly stopped. What had she just done? He knew what she did and he had no idea why. He tasted something sweet on his tongue, and he could feel her fingers between his lips. He licked at the blood and felt some of his energy return, though not much, and he turned to face her, releasing her fingers. What he saw next made his eyes widen some. She was offering her blood willingly. She was going to let him feed off of her. This was both against his morals, and very wrong. If one thing went wrong, she could end up either dead, or she would end up turned. He didn't want that happening. Another thing that could happen is addiction. If he didn't drink her dry, he might become addicted, and long for it again. She was innocent, and her blood was sweet. He knew that it would happen.

His fangs lengthened as he considered his options, half wanting to do it purely for his own survival. His hand began to brush aside stray hairs from the side of her neck, leaning in a bit. He wanted to. He really did... But she was a classmate, as well as an innocent. He never fed on them... But she was offering it. It would be rude to reject it, but... It was another one of his inner conflicts. He hissed, pulling away a moment and looking down into her amber eyes. He wanted to make sure that she was positive she wanted to let him do this. After all, she must have known this would hurt, and she must know about the consequences... He hoped.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose weakly, drawing his fangs back. "Are you sure?" He blinked his eyes down at hers, raising a brow. "Are you sure that you want to let me do this? You could die, or be turned into a vampire yourself if one thing goes wrong." Weakly, grabbed her wrists and pulled her close again, running an icy hand along her cheek. "Something as pure and innocent as you shouldn't be tainted." His eyes narrowed as he let her go. "If you are sure that you want me to do this, then I will." He turned his head away from her, shaming himself by admitting he would, given the chance. "I don't feed on innocents. This is all up to you." He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for her to answer. He didn't know what else he could say or do, he knew he needed it, bad.