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Chapter 2

*Grace's POV*

I thankfully managed to find my first class without getting lost. When I entered the room I took the seat in the corner back of the room, to keep out of sight of the watching eyes of the other students. I glanced around to see if there was anyone I would recognized, but there was no one. In the front of the class was the teacher. Sherlock Holmes stood in the front of the class, most likely making his own deductions about each of the students. I had met him last year but I had never had his class before. I had only met him because he was friends with Doctor Watson and I had run into him when I was visiting Sarah last year since Doctor Watson was watching her for me.

When the bell rang for class to start Sherlock took attendance. Students called out here as he said their names. When he called my name Ifroze for a moment while a murmur passed through the class. When I finally called here he continued through the list. When he was done he wrote out 'Science of Deduction' on the board, giving us a brief talk about what deduction was and that most of them would fail miserably at it.

After that the class consisted of Sherlock revealing everything about each of the students there as an example of his deductive skills. When the bell finally rang for us to move on to our next class, I grabbed her bag and quickly dashed from the room. Once out I pulled out my schedule to see what my next class was. Period two was Vampire History. Curious. I don't know why I would be taking a course in Vampire History. Regardless I went to the class and again took a seat in the back corner. I glanced around but no one stuck out to me. At least until the teachers walked in. The first one walked in with the sassiest walk I had ever seen. His long, silver hair was held in a pony tale with a big black bow. His short cloak, which was kept together with a long red bow, reached to the top of legs, which were covered by his thigh high boots.

The one behind him had to duck to avoid hitting the top of the door. His hair, which were two different colors, was kept in a tight braid. His bangs were red but the rest of his hair, including the braid, were a medium brown color. He had a maroon shoulder cloak the ended just below his finger tips and short boots ending just below his knees. His shirt was held open so you could see the top of his chest. While the teacher in front of him was the sassiest man you could ever see, he was the manliest. And that was the moment it clicked for me. Their pointed ears and bright red eyes gave it away. Plus I could never forget the biggest douche in the universe. The two teachers were none other than Ferid Bathory, seventh progenitor, and Crowley Eusford, thirteenth progenitor. Both from the Anime Owari No Seraph, or know in English as Seraph of the End.

I glanced around the room and noticed the pointed ears of many of the other students. Some had features that I recognized from the show. The lavender, sloppy haircut of Lacus Welt. The strange Lighting bolt stripes in the hair of Rene Simm, and finally the fluffy, messy haired and blue eyed Mikaela Hyakuya. I was so utterly fucked. By the looks of it, I was the only human in a room full of vampires. If anything I was going to be drained of blood before the end of class. I didn't even know that vampires went to school here. How did they feed? I mean they can only drink human blood. My curiosity was stopped when Ferid started to speak.

"Hello class. I am your teacher, Ferid Bathory, although you can all just call me Mr. Bathory. This is my assistant, Mr. Eusford." Crowley gave a chuckle.

"Don't think I'm helping you teach Ferid. I'm only here to keep you out of trouble. We have a human in the class this year and Krul wanted to make sure you didn't drink her. You do remember the last one, correct?"

"Oh of course. There blood was fantastic!"

"Well Krul doesn't want to have to clean up after you again."

"Well if Krully insists, then I'll refrain from drinking her." I had a funny feeling I was the human they were talking about. Ferid knew most of the students as he took his roll call. The only one he didn't recognize was me.

"Grace Miller?" I raised my hand. "You must be our human this year. It's quite a rare occurrence." Ferid waved his hand around as he spoke.

"I guess so." I said quietly.

"There is no need to be shy here. Don't worry, I won't drink from that pretty neck of yours." I froze for a moment before answering.

"Uh, that's a relief." I said looking down at my desk. I really didn't want to draw any attention to myself, but none of these kids seemed to be talking about me. They didn't seem to be paying me any notice. I guess that would make sense. To them I was just livestock. Why would they care if I had killed a person.

After that brief conversation the class continued. Ferid pretty much spent the entire time talking about himself. He said it was his way of introducing himself to the class. When the bell rang I made a dash for the door, ready to be out of a class full of vampires. When I was down a completely different hall I stopped to catch my breath. You would think after everything I've been through I would have better stamina than I actually did have. I pulled my schedule out of my pocket and looked at it. I glanced down at the paper. History of the Supernatural. I sighed. Thank god I finally had a class with people I knew. I made my way to the familiar room, where I had, had hunting classes the past two years. Sitting in the chair at the desk was Bobby Singer.

"Hello Mr. Singer." I said as I entered the class.

"Grace. I'm glad to have you again." Bobby said, looking up at me.

"I'm glad to be here again." I told him with a smile.

"That's good." I walked over and took the seat I had been sitting in for the past two years, right next to Charlie. On the left of us sat Sam, but instead of his brother sitting with him it was Cas, since Dean had already graduated. When class started Bobby took attendance. When he called my name there was a murmur again.

"Look here. I'm not going to have any of you talk shit about another one of your classmates. You all have differing opinions about what happened last year but I want you to leave that shit at the door. If I even hear the word murderer in this class I will give all of you detention for a week. The second time will be a month. Is that understood?" I silently sent Bobby a thank you while the rest of the class murmured a "Yes Mr. Singer." After that he continued. He handed out textbooks to each of us. Well it was less of a textbook and more of a journal. On the cover it read Bobby Singer's Guide to Hunting.

"I want all of you to finish the first chapter for class tomorrow and write a one page report. That's punishment for the talk after I called Grace's name earlier." Bobby said as he sat back down. Complaining spread through the room. "I can make it two." Bobby said and everyone shut up. "I'm giving you the rest of class to get a head start. You can talk if you want, but it's going to be your fault if you don't get it in for tomorrow." Instantly the class erupted in chatter. I opened my book and began to read.

"Hey Grace." Charlie tapped on my shoulder.

"Yeah?" I asked turning to her.

"We should do something different this year." Charlie said.

"Like what?" I asked closing the book. I knew once she started talking there was no way of getting her to stop.

"Well, I've been thinking about it, and I think we should each join a club. It might be kinda fun to do something different.

"A club? Do you really expect a club to except me? You say what happened earlier at the mere mention of my name. You were also there at breakfast when the kid threw an english muffin at me head."

"I know it will cause some difficulties, but come on. Maybe it will be your chance to show everyone you aren't just a killer. You can do so much more." I had noticed that Charlie had avoided using the word murderer, which was most likely because she didn't want detention for a week after the first day. I sighed knowing there was no way Charlie would take no for an answer.

"Alright, I'll take a look and see if any of them interest me. I one of them does I'll check it out." I told her.

"Yes! They have all the posters hung up for the different clubs in the cafeteria. We can look when we go to lunch."

"Okay." We both went back to reading our books after that. When the bell rang the two of us grabbed our stuff and we headed down to the cafeteria for lunch.