Alessandria D'Argene was one of those students that you never really paid much close attention to but always seemed to be the topic of conversation with your close friends. A fractional amount of those who didn't pay attention would regret not paying her that extra amount of attention.

The peculiar thing was that how she looked was far from ordinary. She was rather tall with skin that was very lightly tanned. She had flowing raven hair that was always loose even though it was against the 'strict moral dress code'. Not that she, or anyone else for that matter, gave much thought about that, she had never been caught for it. Her hair colour changed weekly and sometimes even daily depending on how she felt.

She possessed eyes that could captivate any man, woman or, well anything in between, for hours on end. Strangely enough you wouldn't be able to remember where you had been, what you had done or even what the colours of her eyes were. Her eyes were a translucently light sky blue that were framed by dark long eyelashes which had somehow made the contrast between her hair and facial features even more apparent.

A detail that people consistently passed over was the three large pinkish wounds across her right eye that had faded over time. Since no-one had noticed nothing had ever been said about them. The fact of the matter was that she had no reason to speak, she didn't and never would. This caused the other senior students to shun Alessandria as a nonconformist and an antisocial loner because of her refusal to talk to anyone. Not like she cared about what anyone thought of her anyway. She didn't really feel the need to talk to anyone.

However, when she did talk, which only was whenever she was pushed to, a feint Greek accent could be heard if you listened carefully enough. But, that was hardly ever since she was rather quiet in general unless she was with Leo Amaranth.

Unlike Alessandria, Leo, was moderately recognised and well liked at Swansea International College. His tawny brown hair that was like a shoulder-length mane regularly got him into trouble for breaking the school uniform policy. His freckled pale skin, toned body, acknowledgeable Welsh accent, like of attention and enthralling chocolate brown eyes often got him into trouble.

The trouble was often caused by his tendency to attract the female population of the school. This would frankly piss Alessandria off. It was thought by many that they were in some sort of relationship, however no-one was ever foolish enough to ask if that was true or not or was willing to say something anyway.

The way he acted while he wasn't in Alessandria's presence was quite offensive and extremely rude. His sarcastic wit and use of colourful language were often the reason he was not a participant in class or allowed in the classroom altogether. He was regularly pulled into meetings with his teachers because he made rude gestures, was tardy or, on the odd occasion, drank an entire casket of wine during his class.

It was an old and worn out piece of gossip that Leo was a heavy drinker, among other excesses he enjoyed indulging in. Leto wasn't really like that however, no matter what the general populace of his school thought. He felt that it was up to him to act like a bit of a bastard time to time. This also made it easy for him to ward off anyone who annoyed or frustrated him with foolish chatter or questions which came in handy often.

The teachers of the school saw the pair of them as charity cases that had been forced upon them by the local shire. They had no known family history and both Alessandria and Leo did nothing to not reinforce the belief that they were orphans. This was not surprising at all since no-one at Swansea really had a clue at all.

What the rest of Swansea International College didn't know was that at their age they shouldn't be at a high school at all. In fact that shouldn't even be breathing at all, but rather rotting corpses.

Alessandria herself had been born in Lesbos, unknowing of the burgeoning Roman Empire surrounding her. This made her over 1700 years old. Leo wasn't as much as a living relic not having been born during the Roman Empire, but rather had taken part of the War of Roses between the Lancastrians and Yorkists over the succession of the English throne. He was only 542 years old. They should definitely be in their graves and stiff as a board and yet, they showed no signs of transitioning into a state of rigor mortis or permanent death.

If you were to tell them that they were vampires, well you wouldn't last very long. They were definitely not vampires. That was a load of bollocks that belonged in the leather bindings of a fictitious 18th century novel called Dracula. Even if it weren't a load of bollocks the whole idea of being 'turned' by a vampire by an exchange of blood that had been asked for and accepted was impossible since they hadn't of asked for this to happen.

The macabre factor is all of this was the fact that to survive and stay alive was that they had to feed on human flesh. It was out of the question that they were cannibals since they had lost their humanity long ago.

The easiest way to try and explain their situation was that they were like the Furies of Greek myth who gave vengeance on those who had been wrong as they saw fit. Both Alessandria and Leto had been wronged and somehow someone had heard their cries for vengeance and allowed this transition to occur. The truth wasn't as simple as just killing those who had wronged them like they had begged so hard for.

The truth was so much darker than that.

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