"The first vampire was a human named Ambrogio who began his life as a vampire. He was a Greek adventurer born in Italy who was brought to Delphi by fate."
"Are vampires exist?" One of the students impeded as the crowd was curiously looking at their professor, desperately wanting answers.
"Well," Professor McCartney said after a brief pause, "the vampire is generally held to be a fictitious entity in the recent era, according to Wikipedia. Although belief in similar vampiric creatures such as the chupacabra persists in some cultures," he concluded as he returned his attention to his presentation.
"Let's proceed. It all started with the sun god Apollo (Greek mythology), who cursed Ambrogio's skin to burn if he ever came into contact with sunlight again. Ambrogio's bad luck continued when he lost his soul to Hades, the god of the underworld in Greek mythology. The next curse came from Apollo's sister Artemis, the goddess of the moon and hunting in Greek mythology, who made Ambrogio's skin burn if he touched silver.
Ambrogio hunts swans and uses their blood as ink to write love poems to his lady Selene in the original vampire story."
"Why swan? He could have hunted a boar or a deer." Jerome interrupted as the whole class was devastated by his annoying question.
"He hunts swans to use their feathers as quills," professor McCartney replied eagerly, smiling as Jerome nodded.
"While this may seem creepy by today's standards, it wasn't uncommon in ancient Greece to make do with what you could find.
Ambrogio eventually returned to Italy as a full-fledged vampire. He is said to have founded the first Vampire Clan in Florence according to legend."
"Wow, I want to join the clan, I think it's kinda cool," Rupert exclaimed in excitement while flipping his pen on the table.
"What did you just say," asked Professor McCartney as his classmates are looking at him, puzzled.
His friend behind him, John, smacked him slightly on his head, "Stop it, crazy!" Jolted, he replied, "I'm not, vampires were real." Before they could even start a fight, the bell rings.
"Let's continue this tomorrow and don't forget your assignment," professor McCartney reminded while erasing the writings on the board as students started their way outside the room.
"What's gotten into you?" Asked John as they walked into the hallway.
"I already told you yesterday, they were real, I saw it," Rupert clamored with a serious expression. John with a disapproving look grabs Rupert's hand and dragged him out into the crowd of students and went to an open field.
"Look, I know what you saw because you told me that many times already, but..."
"I know they were real, vampires truly exist!" he interrupted in excitement. John silences him covering his mouth.
"You have to be careful not to disclose any information about them whether they were real or not," he warned him, gave him a sharp look, and led him outside the campus.
"If they're real, just stay out of it for you to be safe," John said as they waited for the bus to arrive.
"I'm telling you the truth, don't you trust me?" Rupert insisted but he ignored it giving him a cold stare.
"Okay, okay. I got you, I won't say a word to that," he ended.
Rupert stayed mute as they ride on a bus, dismayed but curious about John's reaction. John, on the other hand, was in his deep thoughts. Laura.
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"Where are you going? It's past eleven pm." John's mother, Esmeralda, stopped him with raised eyebrows. She was busy inspecting due date bills on the table.
