He does nothing.
I walk slowly to the office to return my completed form. I'm not sure what to make of it. Vampires and Elves have an ancient rivalry. We've been fighting for centuries. There is no neutral party, you fight with the Elves, or you fight with the Vampires. The only exception that comes to mind, are Vampires apathetic to their own cause. All they care to do is hunt. But, these Vampires aren't hunting.
The scent picks up in a great wave, assaulting my nostrils. I find myself standing in front of the glass office door. For the first time, I hear his voice. It seeps through the blinds judiciously mephitic, "Are you certain there are no other classes?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, young man. There is nothing I can do; it's too late in the semester."
"I understand, thank you for your time." I hear his movements as he glides to the door. It swings open effortlessly under his strength, but I stand my ground, blocking his path. He sees me, and surprise temporarily colors his features. He is nearly a head taller than me, I realize. Though, that has never hindered me before. I glower at him suspiciously, and he glares icily in return.
"Is there something wrong?" The receptionist interrupts.
"No, not at all." The Vampire replies unemotionally. He steps around me; I catch the door as he exits. I hear his pace quicken as he disappears. Glaring a little less, I walk to the receptionist and hand her the document.
"I see you've met Mr. Edward Cullen," she smiles. "He's such a sweet boy," she informs me. I nod and turn to depart. Edward. A racial war is transpiring just outside the human world, and he plans to simply sit within this insignificant town and ignore my presence.
He vanished. Of the things I've born witness to in this town, this I've found most surprising of all! Yesterday, I spent an entire day amongst my enemy. An enemy I know to be ruthless and unquenchably hungry. Yet, here today I discover, not only has the enemy refrained from obliterating an evident breech of its territory, but one of its pups has left the pack and the rest remain playing pretend with their prey!
But why does this upset me so? Why have I not informed my uncle and uprooted myself from this place? I am always traveling; never staying too long where I go. I'm always out of the lives of those I meet before those that hunt for me even think of where I've been before. This is the closest I've come thus far to being discovered, so why have I not left? How is it my uncle, son of King Thadin, greatest warrior of his rein, and respected elder to my people simply living alongside these vampires? He has to be aware of their transgressions, has to know their true identities.
But then again, so do I. Why have I simply remained quiet in a trivial human establishment and done nothing?
While I've been wasting my time immersing myself idly in human culture, and ogling at what appears to be my new science experiment, my people are fighting a war that after thousands of years looks to have them on the losing side.
I let myself down from the tree and begin to pace along its roots. I have to remain in control. This is not commonly problematic for that of the Elves. However, in my special case, the ground may cave and the mountains may tumble back into the hellfire from which they came if I lose even a second of my control. This little town may be my only chance to not let that happen. But should that chance be lost, this quite city and everything it represents will be destroyed.
"What if –" the thought ignites a needed sense of horror, "what if he knows who I am and has gone to report my whereabouts!"
I race back through the wood to my uncle, leaping effortlessly through the fallen trees and soft ground. My return takes a few minutes tops, a trip that would take nearly an hour for a human-ling around my assuming age. My feet silently find the back porch steps and I thrust myself through the rickety door.
"When were you arranging to tell me of the vampires!" I accuse him, every bit of loathing in my being vehement in that last word.
My uncle, of whom is sitting with a book on the sofa, calmly raises his eyes to meet my invigorated expression. "You refer to the Cullens family." He states, his voice unchanging.
My own eyes narrow, "Do you wish me to enact my recent and extensive education of human sarcasm? I'm aware you've been living among them for nearly three decades; however it would be grandiosely appreciated if you tried to coherently converse with me!"
My uncle closes his book. "I didn't tell you, because I was under the impression you already knew."
"Already knew?" I repeat in bewilderment, "BeforeI came here? If there were any of those blood-sucking demons even remotely in the vicinity, I would not merely choose to live among them! Do you forget why we are here? Perhaps you have forgotten we are but a segment of a race at WAR for our own survival!"
"Do not lecture me on war!" My uncle's voice cuts through sharply with a dangerously low growl.
We stare at each other through an icy silence before he continues. "If you deem it necessary, you may go. You are free to make your own decisions. But seeing as you haven't taken that amulet off since –"
"Don't, say it." I interject.
My uncle proceeds nearly without any hesitation. "You and I both know leaving would go against all of our best interests. You can't control yourself. Not without significant help. And if you truly want this war to end in a scenario that is in the very least merciful to our kind, you will stay here until you learn to do just that." I am at a loss. I have but one option, despite my utter despise of it.
"What of the vampires?" I ask in a resigned tone, though the statement itself proves I feel the opposite.
"You have nothing to fear from them."
"I'm not afraid of them."
"Of course you are –" my uncle insists, but I cut him off.
"The only threat they pose me, and that I am adequately respecting, is their ability to give way my position to their demonic leaders." My uncle sighs in regretful acknowledgement.
"As I said, you have nothing to fear from them." He repeats and again opens his book to read.
"And what of the one they call Edward?" I push, "He's inexplicably left his coven. Perhaps to do just as I have described?"
"The Cullens'," my uncle projects with evident frustration, "are neutral in regards to our war. They have resided here, and in similar territories, for nearly two centuries peaceably and respectfully with nearby wolf packs. They don't feed on humans, and choose to assimilate to the best of their ability." I stare in shock.
"There are werewolves? In Forks…" I struggle to hold my anger over my newfound curiosity. "And they allow a coven of vampires to reside intimately within their territory?"
"A pact was made when the Cullens' first arrived. They stay away from the reservation, and in return they have permission to remain. It has yet to be broken."
"And their natural prey, they instead choose to live beside? Why?"
"Probably," my uncle again returns his gaze to his book, in one last attempt to rid himself of this conversation, "because they do not wish to be as you view them: a monster."