Seven:
Everyone filed out of the class, and the general buzz about the blood spell was already spreading. The dark halls of the castle were jumping with the energy of youthful immortals and humans.
“Excuse me, are you Dylan?”
I was met face-to-face with a creamy-skinned vampyr girl who looked every bit my age. She had light pink dyed hair swishing at medium length down her shoulder. Her hazel eyes seemed to call out to me with the wide-eyed look she gave me.
Her fashion choice seemed to run towards the early-to-mid nineties. She wore a reproduction jean skirt, and a multi-colored blouse which was the very loud fashion type of the nineties. She looked like one part prep, and one-part nineties skater girl. The lustful gleam in her gaze clued me in that she was also one part lipstick le
