Las Noches has been Aubrey's hideout since he was changed. He was currently pacing the floor of his room, frustrated that he could not get Zaiela off his mind. He did not like where this new attraction was going. He let his guard down and when he lets his guard down he is well aware that it would lead to someone getting hurt. Twenty years ago, feelings were the reason he now has a fledgling. He ran his hand through his hair in aggravation. Feelings was the reminder Fala gave when Jessica became a part of this world and that was because he sensed the vampire blood in her veins. Zaiela was different, not because he wanted to believe he actually felt something for her. She felt different. When he kissed her Aubrey felt a certain place he had longed for in this world. He shook that thought quickly out of his mind. This could go very bad being in Fala's territory even though something was telling him to stay.
He wanted to see her again, even though he couldn't see anything really special about Zaiela. Her name perhaps, it was after his favorite flowers, beside the rose. He wanted to see her again, no he needed to see her again. He changed from his night clothes to regular street clothes and headed out of his room through the empty bar. He walked out of New Mayhem and into Ramsa. He quickly teleported outside the high school and smiled to himself. Zaiela didn't have her guard up which made it easy to track her down throughout her classes.
As he stepped onto the campus it was a break period, there were kids everywhere, yet school had started an hour and a half ago. He smiled at the few girls who gawked at him. He loved playing the teenager, they were the easiest prey. He walked to the main office and found the attendance office.
"Can I help you?" a young lady asked. She studied him and her cheeks flushed.
Aubrey smiled. "Yes, is this where you sign up as a transfer?" he asked already knowing the answer, having done this at least once before. The school system here really needed an upgrade.
"Of course fill all this out and then this, you're going to need your records from your previous school and - Mr. Isaacs how many times do I have to tell you not to play with the intercom?" she shouted at a boy looking no older than fourteen.
The lady went over and took the boy by the wrist and directed him to the principal's office. Aubrey took this opportunity to fill out his transcripts and made up a fake record and place it all in the computer. He smiled to himself moving back to the other side of the counter and handing his paperwork to the lady as she came back in.
"I'm sorry about that," she looked down at the form then at her computer screen, "Oh, Mr. Remington, it seems like we've got everything for you, I'll have a slip to see your counselor," she said taking a pen from the counter top and filling out a form. She handed Aubrey the slip. "Here you are dear, through that door on the left," she said cheerily.
Aubrey nodded and went to the guidance office. He smiled thankful that something about this town had changed in the past two decades. His first time here he had intended to kill Jessica, but this was for intrigue and pleasure. He had nothing else to do but count the ways he could torture Fala. Although he had no blood claim over her after Jessica's spat with the female vampire. He was surprised she was still alive, but all the more power to his prodigy at keeping low on the radar.
Aubrey didn't know what to make of Zaiela. He realized that the counselor was droning on about how it was amazing that they have a student from England. Aubrey forgot for a moment that he had put that on the transcript. He carefully controlled the counselor to give him the same classes as Zaiela. When she was done, she let him know that the Nutrition period was almost done and that he should head straight for his next class. Aubrey nodded politely, picking up his schedule and heading out the door. He was starting to think there may be more in this woman's coffee than she'd be proud of, but that wasn't his concern.
He went through the crowd of students making their way to their classes since the bell had rang. He caught the presence of his hunter friend and scowled. He didn't want to deal with messes at something he wanted to enjoy doing. He sighed and continued to make his toward class. He walked in and handed the teacher his schedule. The teacher gestured to an empty seat and to his luck he was placed right next to Zaiela, who was glaring daggers at him. He could feel that she wasn't the only one and he peered over to Zaiela's right and could see a boy scowling with pure hatred on his face. He knew what he was and he could prove annoying in the future. He took his seat, waiting for the teacher to begin his lecture. This may have been a bad idea, but Aubrey hadn't known himself to turn away from sticky situations.
