ACADEMY OF THE NOCTURNAL
As the mist parted, Mary could see the shadows of the huge estate cast by the full moon.After an hour of riding on the small ferry, the heavy fog had clung to Her entire being, giving the illusion that she had been running. As she stepped off, a rather tall mysterious man greeted her with a dark tone. "Welcome to the Academy of the Nocturnal." The words hypnotically slurred out of his mouth, sweet as honey yet bitter as poison. Out of nowhere, others crept into view. Their pale white fangs almost seemed to glow in the moon's eerie glare. She smiled hideously thinking, "So I'm not alone..." Mary picked up her black, Goth style bags and strode across the rigid courtyard leading into the mid-Victorian castle.
Not but two weeks earlier had Mary been another average female teenager, hanging with friends and such, but the day the thirtieth of September came up, everything changed. Mary was walking home from an after hours tutorial session when Mary decided against her instincts to take the "shortcut." The time was 9:35 p.m. when mary finally got the feeling of someone watching over her. A shadow of doubt passed thorugh her as she reached the middle of the shortcut. Something was definately there, lurking in the shadows cast by the surrounding area. mary could feel the bloodlust creeping from behind the old busted garbage truck.
Mary had been told about the legend of the Sylvanians, a race of men wrought by the vampire race in anceint times. Mary had always thought that this was just pure mythology though, at least she used to. A dark figure walked sluggishly out from behind the garbage truck. Mary's eyes widened as she let out a bloodcurdling scream form her mouth. The dark figure was covered with now dry crackeled blood almost all over his entire body. Mary was paralyzed with fear as its eyes, its horrible blood-red eyes, stared unto her. Mary fell down onto a sharp rock, cutting her leg ever so slightly, but that was all it needed. The keen nose of the Sylvanian picked up mary's blood scent. A flash, not one of light, but of dark colors came and the Sylvanian was upon Mary. "Follow me to everlasting life from which our lord Grenth will hand you. The vampires shall convert you to our will young human. Do not fear...", the Sylvanian whispered into her ear. The wretch stretched Mary's head aside by the hair and she let out one last scream for help, but the scream was soon silenced as Mary fell unconscious as the vampire preyed on her neck. A few minutes later, the vampire, having taken his fill of her blood, stood and quietly said, "My name is haseo of the Shainingu clan. It is only your bad luch that you caught me while I searched for my dinner. I expect I shall be seeing you soon my daughter. All will be made clear soon enough."
