Lance swore at his new class schedule, as he walked into his new school. He bit his lip drawing some blood from the touch of his sharp canines and rand a gloved hand through his long hair.
"Man, this is going to be bad." He whispered to himself, "Maybe there will be girls here though."
He was quite sure he was alone in the corridor, so he continued with his train of thought. "Their blood, sweet, fresh, female blood tastes the best."
He walked up to the registration desk and placed down his schedule, he would be here for a while, sleeping in a dorm as well. Good thing there were no horrible uniforms, or perhaps there were and Mother had failed to mention it.
"Lance, has your father bought your belongings here yet?" The black haired receptionist asked.
"No, kaasan. He has not." Lance stole a glance outside, "Now, where is my chamber. I wish to sleep. It is already too hot outside."