Music.
That was the class that Sariel Hunter, high school student and the president of the Elite, had to look forward to now that mathematics was over and once her muisc class came to an end she would then have to shuffle off to her history class. Really, it was no wonder that Monday mornings did not appeal to her in the slightest.
Why had Ash insisted in placing music into her busy highschool timetable anyway? It wasn't as if Sariel particularly appreciated music. But she hadn't and wouldn't question him over his decision and not just because he was her current hunter master, had he not also made a just as strange, if not stranger, decision to enroll her into a private academy, which was plagued with numerous inhuman inhabitants?
It was best just to endure Ash's decisions, Sariel had decided.
Flagged by the usual half-a-d0zen or so idolising boys, Sariel ascended one of the many old and twisting staircases to the castle's fourth floor, the floor in which the music classrooms were located.
Her school shoes echoing upon the polished timber floor with every footstep that she took, Sariel contributed very little to the conversation the male students were trying to include her in, tired and moody and unwilling to pretend to be nice to them.
Reaching the classroom that had been listed on her timetable, the red-haired vampire faintly acknowledged the sound of music being played with the room, before she threw open the door and entered, finding only one student currently inhabiting the room.
Purple hues falling open the girl, Sariel noticed two things.
The boys that had followed her began to spread off to enjoy some time playing any kind of music that they desired before their teacher made an appearence, but one stayed behind and sat down beside Sariel, a simple accoustic guitar in his large hands.
His name was Owen and both he and Sariel shared many classes together, he was also one of her more passionate admirers.
"Hey Red," he said, smiling at her as he used the nickname that all her admirers addressed her with, "while we wait for class to begin do you ... well - ha - this is sort of embaressing but ... I ... I wrote you a song. Want to hear it?"
Eyeing Owen for a moment, Sariel smiled encouragingly at him as she rested her elbows against the hard surface of her desk and used her hands to perch her chin upon.
"Sure. Go ahead."Smiling happily, Owen eagerly obeyed, beginning to strum a few chords out upon the guitar's strings before adding his voice to assemble, though Sariel wasn't listening to the words that he had dedicated to her.
Her ears, her nose and her eyes were reserved for the unfamiliar girl that sat not too far away from her, Sariel's vivid purple hues locked upon her pale face with a knowing expression.
A necessary requirement to be apart of the accademy's Elite was to possess a unique power and Sariel, being the club's president, possessed two unique powers. One being heightened senses.
Sariel knew that the girl wasn't human.
Her scent was off, being similar to Sariel's but with a hint of canine within her blood. Her heart also raced at a different speed than a human's heart was capable of competeing with. Both were traits born by one particular species.
No. Defiently not human.
A hybrid.
