Aries Academy of the Unknown

Aries Academy of the Unknown -Chapter Three-

~Chapter Three~

“Vampires.” Phoebe shivered at the thought. So they really existed?

“Correct. They are rather foul creatures, the scum of our world, even lower than trolls and gremlins,” Mr. Whitewing said with a displeasing look. 

“Well, what do they want from me?” Phoebe questioned.

“There has been a shortage of female vampires in the past thousand years, leaving the male population desperate to finding a mate,” Whitewing started, keeping Phoebe in quivers. “You see, the hormones in vampires are much more potent than yours or mine. Despite the fact they are nothing but vile leeches, they find it necessary to reproduce to maintain their kind.”

“So they resorted to changing humans,” Kyle added.

“But… why me?” she questioned, knowing that there were billions of females in the world.

“Not many humans can accept the venom. The moment it contaminates their bodies, they die for good. However, vampires have a strong scent for blood and can determine whether the victim is a potential candidate or not,” Kyle continued to explain.

Phoebe gulped. Would this mean that she would be a target to many vampires for the rest of her life?

“Don't worry," the headmaster assured her as he started to pace back and forth. "You are safe as long as you are inside the academy. I have told teachers the situation, not the whole story, of course, and they are ready to go into lock down mode at any given time. And Kyle will also be there, and myself." The headmaster stopped, fixing Phoebe with a comforting gaze.

Phoebe didn't know how to digest this information. It was simply too much for them to expect a sixteen-year-old to handle.

“My son will be your guardian until further notice. If you have any questions, he will be there to answer them for you. Our existence is no longer a secret to you Miss Nightingale.”

“Make sure you think before you open up your mouth. I don’t want to be wasting my time away answering your stupid questions,” Kyle said smugly, spreading out his wings.

Phoebe turned her gaze to Kyle which soon transitioned to a glare. It wasn’t her fault that she had been kidnapped by some horny vampire and her fate now rested in the hands of a school full of mutants, one being a conceited prick.

The headmaster slapped his hands down flat on his desk. “Kyle! That is no way to talk to a young lady, especially a girl as fine as Miss Nightingale.” He coughed into a handkerchief he had pulled out of his blazer pocket and straightened his tie. Returning to his authoritative aura, he looked disappointed with his son. “You of all people should be setting an example!”

“Sorry, Father.” Kyle apologized in a way that sounded fake. Even so, he couldn’t look the headmaster in the eyes.

The headmaster slowly sat back down in his chair, unpleased with Kyle’s body language. “Kyle, I raised you better than this. What would your mother think?”

Tension soon built around the room. Kyle simply looked around the walls, aiming his sight at a family portrait that appeared to have been taken when he was a little boy. There was a beautiful woman and the younger version of Kyle was holding her left hand. Beautiful golden locks dropped down her back and she had eyes that were a dark brown that was almost mistaken for black, just like Kyle. On the opposite side of the portrait, a much more handsome version of Mr. Whitewing held Kyle’s other hand. The family appeared happy, all three glowing with smiles.

Kyle soon lowered his wings, switching his view to the floor of the office. He remained with his arms crossed for the rest of the conversation.

Mr. Whitewing continued on without noticing. “Since you will be living here for quite some time Phoebe, I see no reason why you should not attend classes. It will be a fantastic opportunity to learn about your new surroundings and things that may be foreign to you… But please try not to overexert yourself.”