A/N
Alright, well this is an extremely short chapter but I just wanted to get a feeling for what the interest is, or if there is any interest at all…Obviously, Mansbridge Academy does not belong to me, the vampires, students and beloved Headmaster don't belong to me. The orphanage was taken from "Hannibal Rising" the movie, not the book. Aspects of Arian are taken from Hannibal Lector and The Phantom of the Opera, so none of those features or aspects belong to me either, alright, more to come once I feel out the interest.
Chapter one- Inadequacies in education.
The orphanage was long and dirty, one room for all the boys aged seven all the way to eighteen. Arian looked around and his jaw twitched in disgust as his sharp violet eyes took in the room.
"I am to stay here?" He asked, looking at his case worker with the same look in his eyes.
"Yes. You are." He said and shoved him towards his bed.
"We'll go over the rules in the morning" he said softly, and then turned to leave without saying another word.
Two older boys sat up in their beds and turned to the little boy snickering slightly. "Hey newbie…need any comfort?" he asked pulling down his sheets to reveal himself.
Arian lifted a brow and stepped forward. "No thank you" the seven year old said and grabbed the whole fistful and pulling as hard as he could.
The older boy screeched as loud as he could and grabbed at the little boy who threw himself to the floor and let him self roll away, so that his attacker fell away and hit his nose square on the floor.
Arian got to his feet and turned to him, head tilted to the side, his eyes were dead, completely void of emotion or even perceptible thought.
The older boy looked up at him with a broken nose, and the little boy turned and crawled into his dirty bed, pulling his pant legs over his feet to hide them from the mattress, pulled his collar up to hide from the pillow and buried himself in his coat to the very best of his ability.
All of the children listened closely, for almost every new admittance cried their first night in the facility, but he let out no sound but soft breathing and the occasional note of music from the back of his throat.
Eight years later saw Arian the same man, exceedingly tall almost seven feet tall, he wore the uniform with more grace then any of the others, in spite of the fact that his uniform barely fit him at all.
Constantly protecting the little ones, he cuddled them each in turn, trying to protect them from the pain that he himself had almost suffered on his first night here, and if any movement was made to inflict that kind of pain on anyone in his dormitory, the first person in was Arian himself.
He had broken both wrists at one point, two ribs, and both sides of his collar bone, he'd cracked his jaw, cracked his sternum and cracked his foot, not all at the same time of course, but all during the course of ten years.
Arian was not afraid to fight anyone, or fight any battle, regardless of what was to gain, he had an exceedingly large sense of justice, sometimes self righteous and always filled with the same idea of 'Flyting' in old English poetry.
Whatever he said he would do, he did to the very best of the ability, within three years he had a reputation as the village eccentric, he was always quiet, so when he did speak there was no doubt to the importance of what he was saying.
Rarely did he ever do anything to harm anyone else unless they did something to deserve the harm in the first place.
Arian however was anything but complacent with his settings, he did not see himself as a hero, he saw himself as an orphan, nothing more then an orphan with nothing to do and nowhere to go.
His mind was far beyond the scope of the measly classes he took here and he knew that he needed to move on. He was also painfully aware that the classes that he took there would never bring him to anywhere and he would need a more extensive explanation to continue on to more important things.
His thoughts were jarred and completely interrupted as the teacher walked up to him and rapped her meter stick quite firmly on the desk, he never jumped, or outwardly reacted to such things as this but he did look up, tilted his head to the side and lifted both brows. "Yes?" he asked in his hypnotic whisper.
"Is there something bothering you about our book?" she asked, a smirk playing across his lips.
"Why, yes" He responded in the same laconic, drawl.
"Oh? Go on…" she said, prompting him onwards by slapping her palm with her stick.
"This book is foolish, we are fifteen, we need to learn how to get on in the world" he said sharply, angrily, his jaw twitching as he looked up at the teacher.
"This is not adequate for my education" he said sharply and threw the rat eaten volume at her feet.
She just looked at him, not sure of what to say, "give me your hand" she barked.
Sighing, he stood up and held out both hands, took his ten blows, turned on his heel and left, while she called after him all the while.
He went to sit on his bed and he closed his eyes to calm his mind, this was ridiculous and this place was not helping.
He was only there for about forty minutes when the head master of the orphanage came in and sat next to him, wrapping an arm around you. "Mrs. Diphanes told me of what happened in class today" he said gently.
"I don't want to talk about what happened today" Arian returned sharply.
"No no, neither do I, but you're far beyond our resources, so….we're going to send you to boarding school" the headmaster said, and stood up, walking out without another word.
Arian blinked after him, not quite believing him, but the man came back, stuck his head in the door and gestured him closer. "come here then" he said and kept on walking.
He leapt to his feet, gathered the few things important to him and followed the headmaster.
So, it came to pass, in two days Arian was in a boarding school, strong building with a warm feeling, he had new clothes, cheap but tight black jeans and a black turtle neck, black boots and a black bag.
Books, even a computer, he suddenly came into all of these things, and without knowing what life was like here, and he came into Mansbridge academy-a man taken out of one environment and put directly in another with no preparation, and for the first time in his life, Arian felt like he was going to break right down and cry.