Discalimer: I own only the OCs. And story.
"Welcome, new students, to Frank N. Stein Academy. Your stay here should be a pleasant one as you learn all the skills and requirements to both pass your classes and live among humans safely and invisibly." The aged female voiced droned on as those gathered started up conversations about classes and classifications.
"Hey, Adam?" asked a man with two tone hair down to his shoulders and an unusual style to his facial hair. Tattoos ran the length of both exposed and muscular arms. His voice had a faint hint of the south that was soft and sweet.
"Yeah." Replied the taller blonde. This man was older but not by much, just as muscular but his form was hidden beneath long sleeves and loose fitting gray dress pants. Had to look professional after all.
"Do you teach here because you're... psychic, you said?"
"Yes Jeffrey. But that's the only thing I've got going for me. In all other areas, I'm at a disadvantage." This only confused Hardy more. It was bad enough when he received an acceptance letter from this crazy place. He hadn't even known it existed! And classifications? What the hell did that mean? "Relax Jeff. The entrance exam you took was to identify your 'type', learn the extent of your capabilities, and activate them if they weren't already."
"I hate it when you do that." Jeff thought at him. Adam Copeland merely smiled.
"You've all received your class schedules as well as a guided tour and map of the campus. As soon as the bell rings, you will be dismissed to your first class."
In another part of the crowd…
"I'm so excited Tamra! I actually get to learn how to be an effective succubus!" I was bouncing on my feet with energy. I glanced around to notice the eyes fixed on my chest and ass, both of which had a nice jiggle going. I giggled, but made myself stop.
"Easy there, little sis. Ma told us to be careful about our powers. And while you inherited the 'sex' vampirism trait from her, I got stuck with 'puppeteer' from Dad." My older sister stated with a hint of contempt. Tamra is two years older, blonde where as I'm brunette. Her figure wasn't as generous as mine, but she still knew how to make the best of it. She stood taller than me by half a foot so I had to look up when we spoke.
"Don't be so down about it! After all, you can make anyone do whatever the hell you want!"
"Not everyone, Scarlett. Those with vampiric traits or mental abilities are unaffected by my skill."
I laughed to myself. "So THAT'S why you would get so mad at me when I didn't do what you wanted!" RRRIIIIINNG!
"Well, good luck with your first class! I'll see ya at lunch, k Scar?"
"Grrr. Don't call me that." I glared at the back of her blonde head as she walked away laughing. Just because she's older and a year in, she seems to think she's better than me.