Blood Moon: Fire & Ice

CHAPTER 2 - CAMPUS

Spencer arrived at campus in his black 2017 Dodge Viper SRT two-door coupe that Phillip had given him as a gift last year on his one hundred and eighteenth birthday (although physically, he looked like he was twenty two years old).

All the other students on campus stopped doing what they were doing and stared at Spencer's car, wondering who the mysterious driver was.

"Whoa, check out that ride," said one guy, ogling the car.

"Are those even street-legal?" asked another, nerdy-looking guy who wore glasses that seemed too big for his face.

Spencer opened the door and stepped out, as magnificent and proud as a lion.

"Who's the new guy?" asked one girl.

"I don't know, but damn, he is hot!" exclaimed another girl, who was standing with her.

A male student, Caucasian, who sported a blue Mohawk, ripped blue jeans and a black leather biker jacket, walked past Spencer and then looked at the car.

"Nice ride man," he commented.

"Thank you," said Spencer, receiving the compliment with a sense of vanity.

He walked to the reception and stood at the front desk, waiting for the receptionist to finish speaking on the phone. The receptionist was a young woman, in her late twenties or early thirties, who had yellow blond hair tied in a high ponytail, blue eyes, and tanned skin, unusual for a Caucasian American living in Alaska. She wore a navy blue mini dress, and had a cheerful disposition.

"Good morning, how may I help you?" she asked, with a smile, after she had finished speaking on the phone.

"Good morning," replied Spencer. "I'm new here, and I was wondering if you could help me with my timetable. Could you have it printed out for me, perhaps?"

"Name?" asked the receptionist.

"Spencer Doyle," answered Spencer.

"What's the course you're studying?"

"Artists Studio."

The receptionist typed on her computer, and scanned the screen, her eyes moving rapidly from left to right. "Ah, there we go. Spencer Doyle. Artists Studio. Student number – 17395521."

"That's correct," said Spencer.

The receptionist clicked on the screen. "Your timetable will be printed out shortly. Follow me."

Spencer followed her down the hallway, until they came to a room filled with bookshelves that were all neatly organised. The door was open and they went inside. The printer was already on and filled with paper, and the receptionist typed out something and then clicked the PRINT button.

The printer made a chugging sound and shuddered slightly. Slowly, the sheet of paper disappeared into the machine and then appeared again out the other side, with Spencer's timetable printed on it.

The receptionist took the printed sheet out of the printer and handed it to Spencer. "There we go. Enjoy your first day on campus."

Spencer took the timetable from her.

"Thank you," he said, and walked out of the room, and back down the hallway through which he came. He scanned his timetable, and turned right, to a staircase which led to the second floor. He walked up and proceeded to his first class.

He came to a door, listed as Room 101, opened it, and went inside. Other students were already there, sitting and minding their own business while they waited for the lecturer to arrive. It wasn't a very big class, only ten students, including Spencer. This was good, since Spencer wasn't very fond of crowds...at least not crowds of humans. He found a vacant desk and chair at the back of the class, and took a seat.