Another Love Story

Chapter One

SEBASTIAN'S POV

I threw my backpack on the floor and closed the door behind me. I paid a lot of money to get this bedroom. It was one of the few suite's at school, and one of the advantages of it was no roommate. It would be bad for the poor soul and not because I couldn't control myself but because I  would mess up his brain with too much compulsion. Even though this was strictly a vampire school. They allowed some human's here. Of course, humans were clueless as to what type of school this was.

There were rules in place to protect humans from vampires. But this school will gladly pair me with a human and looked the other way if I had an accident or went for a snack.

The vampire race was still bitter about finding out. Humans could be stronger than us. They were so strong they force us right back into hiding and being strick to whom we bring into the immortal world. We could no longer turn humans into vampires at will, there is a tedious process now. I shook my head. I don't need to worried about that. If I ever fall in love it would be a vampire to save my self all of these complications and headage. 

I walked to the bathroom and turned on the bathtub. I walked right back to the bedroom and took off my clothes putting them neatly in my hamper for dirty clothes. I grabbed a clean towel from my luggage and headed right back to the bathroom. I put the towel in the sink and got in the bathtub relaxing as it got filled with warm water.

After a few hours of relaxation, I let the bathtub rise. I put the towel around my waist and walked right back to the bedroom. I started unpacking and putting the clothes neatly in my new closet. Once I was done I got dressed in PJs and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling bore.

I did not want to come back to school. I was a two-hundred-year-old vampire. But I found out decades ago I could get out of date with the times and get my self-discovered. That's a path I don't want to cross ever again. So every one of two decades I come to this school to learn what humans called history. I did not act the way I did back in the eighteen hundredths.  Back then we were forced to act like gentlemen.

These four years we're going to be interesting...

AMARA'S POV

I looked at the big letters in front of the school: SCUOLA DEI MORTI: School of the dead: It was a weird name for a boarding school. But then I was guessing, they didn't think, students would understand the name, the only reason I did, was because I spend every year with my parent's in Italy and I learn the language.

I looked at the paper with the number 406 It was one of the few suites in this school and I fought with the school about it. I told them, I did not mind staying in the regular dorm room. The only reason they were giving me special treatments, was because of my parents. They gave a big donation every year. I detested the idea of staying in the suites with a bunch of snobs.

I walked into the bedroom and my mouth went open. This room was huge It looked like the bedroom of a palace. I walked in putting my luggage on the floor, and close the door. The bedroom had a walk-in closet, the bathroom, looked like another part of the world. It had a huge shower and a bathtub that could fit 5 people in.

I open my luggage and started organizing it in the closet. It took me an hour, but I had everything in the closet.

I sat on the huge bed, to take a breath. Then I stood up to let my clothes fall to the floor and walked to the shower, to take a warm one.

After a few hours. I was a little bit hungry, so I put on sweatpants, and a long shirt and put my hair into a messy bun. I went to the cafeteria to buy something to eat. I was walking behind a guy looking at the food suddenly the lunch lady said something to the guy and pointed at something that I was blocking the view off. I was about to move when the guy turn and stare at me trying to see the food I was blocking.