Disclaimer: Nyeusigrube and all of its inhabitants belong to AAR. The university of fanfiction concept belongs to Camilla Sandman.

This story is dedicated to Miss Cam, without whom we'd never have discovered mini-balrogs, Naturally Nine, the color urple, and the warm and fuzzy feeling of seeing "learning through pain" in action.

Note: We are accepting applications now. Let me know if you'd like to be added.

Chapter 1- The Application

Raven's hair felt soft and silky between his fingers. He tightened his hold on her hair as he lowered his mouth to her throat. She let out a low moan as his lips caressed her throat, fangs gently touching her skin.

"Aubrey-" she gasped.

"No," he said, taking a hand out of her hair to put a finger on her lips. "Be silent. It'll ruin everything." She did not say a word, but nodded.

He kissed her, the sensation soft, and yet strangely searing. His kiss was enough to heal the wounds she'd received at the hands of her former lover, almost enough to heal the emotional scar that was her mother's rejection. But Raven needed more than a kiss. She needed, wanted him and only him, body, soul, mind.

Crack!

Crack!

Emily sighed; her knuckles felt much better now. The urge to crack had been strong for quite some time now, and it felt good to be able to indulge it. Tossing her dyed black hair over her shoulder, she began to type again.

She hadn't gotten farther than four words when the eerie sensation of being watched stole over her. She looked over her shoulder, and gasped when she saw the two people standing there.

Emily stood up fast, knocking over her desk chair. There was a boy and a girl, both wearing black. The boy had dark hair, as did the girl. They were both pale, and the girl was carrying a briefcase.

"Excuse me," said the girl, flashing fangs. "You are… Raven Silverhawk, am I correct?"

"Um…" was Emily's brilliant answer as her brain struggled to keep up with current events. One minute she was writing the next chapter of her awesomely popular fanfic, the next she was being interrogated by a boy and girl whose idea of style was "monochrome". "Uh… yes?"

"Ah, good," said the boy. "We were afraid we'd come to the wrong place."

"You see," said the girl, "We're trying to track down all the authors of fanfics who write Amelia Atwater-Rhodes fanfiction. It is very important that we do so, just as it is very important that you fill out the form we give you." The girl opened her briefcase and produced a sheaf of papers the size of a dime-store novel, as well as a folder. She put it on the desk and said, "Fill this out in its entirety please. Remember, every bit is important."

"And have fun," the boy added. And then they were gone.

Emily stared at the place where the pair had stood. Finally, her brain realized that they, in fact, were gone and the chair was still upended. She set it upright, and sat down in it before taking a look at the papers.

She gave a loud gasp when she opened the folder. No. It couldn't be. But it was. There in big bold letters were the following words:

Nyeusigrube University of Fanfiction

She flipped through the booklet, catching sight of classes with titles like "Why We Change People Into Vampires" by Ather, "History of the Vampire" by Siete, "When Words Fail: Mind to Mind Communication and Why We Like It" by Aubrey, and "Care And Keeping of Your Pet" by Risika.

Emily couldn't say anything. If she had taken hard-core drugs, that'd be one thing, but her last trip had been over a year ago and that was when she confused "teaspoon" with "tablespoon" and ended up with too much sugar in the cookies…

Right, that's it, she thought. I'm sick and tired of being pranked! I'll answer their stupid form, and then…. I'll tease them!

It should be noted, perhaps, that Emily was not the most dangerous of teens around.

She sat down with the form, and filled out the blanks. When she was finally finished with the form, she was too tired to continue her story. A little peeved that her flow had been broken, she went upstairs to her comfy bed.

When she woke up the next morning, she was in a completely different one.