(A.N.) Um, why halo thar. I'm not really new to this site, but this is my first fic(story). If there's anything I should improve, or that I'm lacking, please review, and tell me. Dont flame too hard, you might break a nail.

Disclaimer: I dont own Rosario+Vampire, but I do own my OC

A lone bus lazily drove down the spiraling road, making it's way towards a tunnel in the distance. Inside the bus, the driver smirked around his cigar, at the half-asleep passenger at the back of the bus. He chuckled, turning his glowing eyes back towards the road. The passenger was a student, heading for a private academy, Yoshi academy or something, reccomended by one of his step-father's friends. The student gritted his teeth angrily at the thought of that mongrel. If it wasn't for his mother, he would've declined without a moments hesitation. Heck, he would've punched the pig in his ugly, greasy face for good measure. He sighed, looking out the rain-streaked window, and into the distance. The student's name was Demitri, Demitri Amundus. And he really disliked his uniform. Sure, the emerald color was cool and all, but it attracted ALOT of attention. It practically screamed, 'HEY! LOOK AT MEE!' And the last thing Demitri wanted, was attention. He was slightly shy, or so other people told him. Well, he liked the occasional attention, just like any other person. But what REALLY got him going, was the mass attention. He couldn't do public speaking to save his life. Demitri's throat tightened, and his hands got clammy. And he sweated. Like a water tank that sprung a leak. It's not a real pretty sight, to say the least.

Demitri yawned pitifully. 'Hey look on the bright side,' Demitri thought. 'Everyone else'll be wearing the same thing.' Demitri took comfort in that thought, and sighed contentedly, as he lay back and closed his eyes.

He was on the brink of sleep when the bus driver called out to him, startling him.

"U-um what was that?" Demitri nervously asked the bus driver.

"I asked if you were going to Youkai Academy." smirked the creepy bus driver.

Demitri felt his ears grow hot. "O-o-oh um yeah. Sorry"

"Dont worry 'bout it kid." The bus driver assured him. "Anyways, you should be careful, that school is a scarryyy place."

Demitri gulped, dark blue eyes wide. "H-how scary? What do you mean?"

"Hehehe, you'll see" the bus-driver replied, creepily smirking.

Demitri blanched. Just what kind of school is he going to?! He was about to ask the bus driver what he meant, but before he could, they entere a dark tunnel, streaks of lights of different colors sworling around them.

Demitri stared out of the window in wide-eyed fascination. Then they left the tunnel, and he blinked.

Then he blinked again.

Instead of the rainy weather, and lush, rolling plains of grass, there was a sea of red liquid. Dead, skeletal trees formed a creepy looking forest. The sky was red, and angry looking, and graves dotted the landscape, broken and dirty with age. Then Demitri saw the school. It was huge, and had a gothic design. It looked more mansion then school, and more Medevial Cathedral then mansion. Though it didnt look a day old, the rustic fence gave it away.

The bus driver opened the door, grinning at the expression of the new student as he passed by.

Demitri heard one last thing before the bus driver closed the door, and drove away.

" Watch your back kid, it'd be a pity to see you killed"

Demitri shifted nervously by the bus stop sign. "Just what have I got myself into.." Demitri asked the scarecrow, standing vigilant by the sign.

The scarecrow just grinned back at him, swaying slightly in the breeze.

Thanks for reading! Again, review so I can improve or add onto my story.

AzureAbyss