Tudor Rose [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 4 - Hunting

When Henri finally made it back to his room at Gates, he was completely out of breath and his eyes were still wide with terror. The image of those dark, red, terrible eyes that had shot into him like daggers was burned into his memory.  He waited to catch his breath before opening the door of his room. When he did, he found a boy with dark brown hair and tan skin wearing nothing but his underclothes. His body was ripped with muscles, tall, and lean. The boy turned to Henri and smiled, his eyes were a bright blue and his teeth were brilliantly white. Henri smiled back before realizing the boy was not smiling out of happiness but out of arrogance.

“You must be the Valois,” the boy said. “I had this room to myself for an entire semester until now, thanks to you.” He spoke with an Italian accent and Henri guessed he must have been a Medici. Henri entered the room and closed the door. He went to his bed and flopped down on it, closing his eyes.

“You should get ready for class,” the boy said. Henri opened his eyes and found the other boy’s bulging crotch hovering above his head. The Medici looked down on him with that arrogant smile from before. Henri felt his face going hot with embarrassment but couldn’t take his eyes away.

“Class?” he managed to croak.

“Weren’t you told? We have classes at night.” The boy turned away and went to his wardrobe, pulling out his uniform. Henri sat up.

“My name is Henri Leclair,” he tried.

“Andrea Salviati, of the Medici,” said his roommate, pulling on his pants. Henri went to his wardrobe and found a uniform in it. He yawned. He was enormously tired.

Henry learned that he had to attend five classes a night. As a first year his curriculum was mostly based in history and languages. Second and third years could take on increasingly specialized coursework. Of his five courses, two stood out to him: History of the Vampyre, and Hunting. He struggled to stay awake until History of the Vampyre, which he found interesting. The professor had introduced the first unit, where they would explore the evolution of the vampire myth. His last class of the night started at 4:00 AM and would last until 6:00 AM, Hunting.   

This was the largest class yet. There were about fifty students in each of his other classes. This one had about eighty. The professor quickly went through the roster and the only student missing was Michael Vitéz. Henri remembered that it was he who had tried to kill him earlier that night and was glad he wasn’t present.

“Welcome to Hunting,” said the professor, “My name is Jofré Borgia, youngest son of the infamous Borgia Pope. In this course you will learn the basics of hunting the prey of our kind, man.” Henri looked around to see if anyone else was as uncomfortable as he was. “I am sure many of you have already indulged, if you have earned your fangs, but I am also certain you hunted like a vampire and not a pureblood. I will teach you to hunt with artistry, grace, and nobility—,”

At that moment the doors of the lecture hall opened and every head turned. Michael Vitéz had arrived, eyes glimmering.

“My apologies, professor,” were his only words.