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Chapter 12

    It was a waiting game. 

    This whole 'The Founding Royals want to meet you desperately' malarkey. It was nothing more than a smokescreen. Nothing more than an exercise of their power over the Head Master, and therefore the school. In my Blood history class, I learned that the Count has placed rules about The Founding Royals trying to take over the school. It had happened way back when this school had been a novice idea and people were struggling with the bounds and leaps in human society and technology. The Founding Royals' houses and courts were more numerous than they are now, but they nearly succeeded in the coup they had made which nearly wiped out the entire vampire population. After that, they met with the Count, Lady Elisabeth and their allies and they all unanimously vetoed The Founding Roayls meddling in school affairs.

   Strangely, the class called, the Parameters of the Human Mind was where I figured out how The Founding Royals manipulated things behind the scenes and slowly but surely gained more and more control over the school in the centuries since that war with The Count. That was until the current Head Master Barney Medvedev took up office and has been just as silently undermining their efforts and controlling what is said about the school in human media.

    The class also showed that seemingly our brains operate on a different wavelength than the average human. How it all works exactly, I dunno, but I am barely scrapping by in that class and can't wait to drop it sometime soon.  It comes down to the fact that humans are on a different wavelength than ours, we can influence them easier than they can influence us. Surprisingly, there have been a few cases where humans influenced the vampire or dhampir, though they did stress that the person in question also was doing drugs. Since we are different species, we react quite differently to the effects of the drugs on our system. 

    I still shiver as we leave the classroom, ready to go to lunch, but the line of people exiting the room is not moving. "What is the hold-up people?" Jerry shouts as he stands on his tiptoes to see over the sea of heads in front of us. There are murmurs as heads bend together, yet nobody moves forward. "I seriously don't get it," Jeremy mutters angrily. "We will miss out on lunch if this continues."

    As if on cue, my stomach rumbles loudly, voicing its protest at being made to wait. Snickers follow the sound, but now people start to get impatient and start shoving one another. 

    "I can't move!" a prissy voice floats back to me as more and more people start shoving forward. "The Blood Guard won't let me pass!" The voice of Peaches snaps to the people behind her. A gasp comes after she speaks the last words, so that means they are finally going to show themselves. Now people start shoving for a whole different reason, they are aggressively shoving to catch a glimpse of the Founding Royals' faces. Turning to ask Jerry who the Blood Guard are but he just stares wide-eyed in front of him. To the doorway where people quieted down and now all started moving the other way as if to make room for someone to enter. I grab Jerry's wrist and things get a little violent as we are pushed back.

    The pain of having people repeatedly standing on his feet seems to have pulled Jerry out of whatever stupor he was in as he is now pushing people back and snarling under his breath as he does so. It is to no avail as whoever is at the door, relentlessly pushes their way in and the people aside.  Pressed up against the teacher's desk is not how I wanted my second meeting with Her Royal Highness Lady Madeline to be. 

    The last time I was in her presence, her eyes sized me up from my head to my toes, and I just knew I was not up to scratch. Not that I mind, I could care less what she and the others of her ilk think of me. I represent an anomaly; something that could wreck their plans of staying in power after my parents so conveniently disappeared one after the other. As great as it would be to have all that kind of power, I don't want it as it sounds like too much work. And it doesn't make one happy, just more enemies. Which I don't need at the moment or any stage in my life. Not surprisingly she taps her folded fan against her cheek before turning on her heels and gliding out of the classroom without speaking.