Pure Knight

Twelfth Sword

 A young woman walked down the hallway, following the teacher to her new class. The teacher looking bored and annoyed, as he walked in front. "Damn it, another kid to make my day fucking miserable." He sighed heavily. The woman behind him, was dealing with her own thoughts, as they stopped at the classroom. The teacher told her to wait here, while he opened the door. "Shut the fuck up!" She heard him walked inside. "Now, we have a new student today. Come in." She took a breath, and walked in. Everyone became quiet, as she walked inside. Her body shook, and her hands sweated, as she stood in front of the class. "Introduce yourself." The teacher snapped.

  The girl smiled, fangs and all. "My name is Mich Knight, nice to meet you all." She bowed a little. Mich felt a vein tick at her temple. I'm going to kill Spin. She smiled at the class, and took a seat in one of the lower bleacher desks. She remembered before they got here, and shivered.

Spin had walked into the room, carrying hair dye, contacts, extensions, fake fangs to glue in your mouth, and a tighter uniform, with garter straps, and a weird 'vampire spray'. Michelle remembered trying to run away, only to be stopped by Law, and Luke as they held her still. Spin scrubbed the dark blue hair dye into her hair, and put on the extensions, which were more like four braids twisted into one. She put in the golden contacts, and helped glue in the fang with semi-permanent glue. It really hurt. (She was enjoying it too much.) And then put her in the uniform, and helped push her breasts up. (Eh-hmm. She had to kick Luke and Law out, in order to do this.)

  Michelle propped her head on her hand; her tongue running over the fangs. "I hope I don't have to drink real blood. Ness was right...it's disgusting." She wrinkled her nose remembering that man's blood running down her throat. Besides the taste, she was more disgusted with how she liked it. She also felt pissed, that she was the only one to go through this torture. Luke was made a security guard, Law became one of the teachers, and Spin became the school nurse. (Poor, Law. Hee hee.) She felt a tap on her shoulder, and looked to her left. A young girl, looking to be ten smiled at her. "Hi, my name is Merina. I'm a noble vampire. What about you?" Mich was so lucky Spin sprayed her with that weird stuff; she may kill vampires, but having to play nice with vampires, and trying no to get eaten was a different story. She sighed as the stares continued into her back. "Damn vampires." She muttered.

  The bell rang, signaling that class was over. She followed towards art class, which was surprising a huge room about fifty feet in width. Merina dragged her to a easel in the back, and sat down next to her. "In this class, we can draw what we want, but that's only if the teacher doesn't have us draw something he specifically wants us to draw." Luckily, today was one of those days, and they had free rein. Mich let her hand draw on it's own, as she wondered what to do. The light suddenly went out, as something else appeared than were she once was. "Mama." She turned to see a little girl, run to her mother, and hold her hand. The woman was beautiful, she had long silver hair, and golden eyes. Her green low cut dress, hugged her waist, and flowed to the ground as she moved. "Isn't it beautiful, Vampina? A whole world to visit and for others to rebuild and live." The woman brushed her hand across the scene, and caught a ray of light. It shrunk into the size of a tennis ball, as she handed it to her daughter. "Soon my child, this world will be yours."

  The little child held the ball, her little face lighting up with the glow. "Why mama?" The woman smiled at her daughter. Her hair was the same color, but her eyes were a bright purple. She wasn't born a Royal vampire, but a Hierarchy Royal Vampire. A being born every three thousand years. Mich reached out to touch the two, but they suddenly disappeared as someone called her name. "Mich!" She blinked, and turned back to Merina. "I'm sorry." Mich had stood up, and walked over to whatever she was looking at. She sat back down, and sighed. "So, who's that?" Merina pointed to the easel, where the drawing she let her hand do, stood out. Her eyes widened as it was the little girl, and her mother, standing on a hill, overlooking a grassy plain. She pinched her nose, as a sharp pain went through her brain. Merina looked over. "Are you okay?" Michelle nodded. "Yes, just a slight headache." The pain faded. "It's gone now."