A/N A couple of things:

are so sorry for taking FOREVER to get this chapter up. We had a million tests and projects recently. To make up for it chapter 5 will be going up in 3 days ;] Thanks for baring with us

2. We'd like to thank rogue-scholar07 for the awesome kitty name

3. From a request we will be putting the last little bit of the previous chapter at the beginning of each chapter in italics, when it takes over a week for a new chapter.

"Where did you come from?" I cooed to the cat as I stroked its soft and warming fur. It meowed happily and cuddled closer to me. I sighed and set it down gently, and noticed a sign at the end of the hall. Priestess Neferet's Office. I nearly ran down the hall to knock on the door. Neferet opened the door and gave me a warm and welcoming smile.

"Hello Desiree, you caught me just in the nick of time. I was going to head back to catch some sleep." She chuckled. I laughed.

"Sorry, it's just that . . . I discovered something really weird today at lunch, when I was sitting with Skye. Like, I could sense what she wanted. I wasn't sure if it was true. I was afraid it would offend her. I'm not sure. I could hear it as clear as a bell. What's wrong with me?" I quickly, in a panicked tone explained. Neferet placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder and smiled.

"I believe we have found you an affinity." She spoke. My eyes traced hers for more meaning. What the hell was an affinity? As always, she could sense my confusion.

"Affinities are powers, gifted to us by our goddess Nyx. Your affinity I presume, it to be able to sense what others desire." She said. Her words echoed in my mind. To be able to sense what others desire, I like the way that sounded. I was almost like a superhero. I gave myself a smile as I turned away, maybe this school won't be as a bad as I thought.

CHAPTER FOUR:

Mornings, (or should I say evenings,) in the vampyre world were chaotic. They were different, that was for sure. Instead of little children bustling about, these were girls my age – and they were just as rushed as I was, and they were in no mood for consideration for others surrounding them, and others included ME. I sat at the table eating my favourite cereal – Fruit Loops. My spoon clinked against the white ceramic bowl lightly as I devoured the rest of my cereal and milk.

After i had come back from Nefert's office, Skye had helped me pick out a name for my new cat. After at least a dozen names we settled on one. Blizzard now sat on my lap purring happily taking in the sights and sounds of the dorm. As I petted her I drifted into thought. . .

It's amazing what a few days can do. If two days ago, someone had told me that I would be fledgling, that I would be special, that I would have a friend who might actually care what happened to me, I wouldn't of believed it. For once, I felt hopeful that there might be more in my future then being a babysitter for orphans. . . I tried to put the impending doom, which plagued some fledglings and the back of my mind, but I didn't think I could push it far enough back. Skye placed a hand on my shoulder, thankfully stopping my train of thought.

"We better get going." She reminded me.

I nodded and followed her to place our breakfast dishes into the dishwashers that were already half filled. I was sure I didn't want to tick off Professor Night, again, after all – he was my mentor, and I figured I could be nice, just this once.

Skye had departed halfway to my route towards drama. She had her vampyre sociology, which was down a different hallway. I entered the classroom swiftly, not sparing a glance in Professor Night's direction and slid into the same seat I had sat in yesterday. I kept my head ducked down and pulled out a notebook and pen for taking notes, I didn't care that you didn't take notes in drama; this was a good excuse for not looking at the front of the class where the most gorgeous vampyre stood. And then another thought had crossed my mind, the stupid monologue competition thing. I'm not even good at public speaking. How can Neferet just . . . force me into this?

"Desiree." Professor Night's splendid voice called out.

My head snapped up, facing him at a few meters distance. Could it be possible, that he had looked even more gorgeous today than he did yesterday?

"Yes Professor Night?" I finally managed to say after what seemed to be a long awkward moment.

"I'd like you to have a monologue ready by tomorrow, you'll need to prepare for these competitions." He instructed.

I composed my shocked expression to what I hope was calm. A monologue. Ready. By. Tomorrow. Could this get any more stressful than it already was? A vampyre monologue competition, kitties running about in the building, affinities possessed by almost everyone in this school . . . Could my life get anymore insane? I had truly contemplated my sanity at the moment. What can make this life truly real? What if I was in a coma and this was just some realistic dream? Professor Night had called class to an order with a powerful voice that emitted authority and rank. I turned to face him now.

"I surely do hope you all have chosen some monologues, because we will be performing some today." Professor Night announced. My face began to redden. I had completely blanked out on this. Relax, there's a chance he won't call on you today, I reminded myself. And my body began to loosen from its tense position.

"Desiree." Professor Night called out.

Crap.

"Um, Professor Night, I . . . forgot to um . . . find one . . . for like, today . . .um" I admitted sheepishly, not meeting his stare.

Well that was an intelligent sentence. I wasn't sure for that one second I met his stare, whether it was of curiosity of hatred. Either one was just as bad. He chuckled softly.

"I have some prepared for all of you who get chosen today, and are not prepared." He said as he gracefully walked to his desk, and handed me a piece of paper from a large pile.

I gulped and flipped it over. It was Juliet's monologue, from the famous balcony scene, from the book Romeo and Juliet. I blankly stared at the typed words in shock. How can I do this? I have no . . . drama talents whatsoever! I lifted my shocked expression to face Professor Night. He placed a hand on my shoulder.

"You'll do fine." He assured me. FINE? FINE? NO! I can't do fine! If I mess this up, I'll be the laughing stock of the school! I trudged over to the front, where Professor Night had been speaking. I gulped and my hands trembled as they held the page in front of me. I faced Professor Night – could he not tell I had stage fright? My breathing increased into quiet little gasps, and the entire room spun rapidly.

"Desiree?" Professor Night now asked anxiously. T

he class giggled, but then they silenced as I began to hyperventilate. And then everything went black.

My head hurt. My entire body was sore. I tried to sit up, but it hurt too much. I groaned at the pain. My eyes flickered open and Professor Night was sitting on my left side. I had fainted during class, in front of many students. Students would – who knows what they would do, spread the word around? I was at a great potential of being good gossip. I narrowed my eyes on him, and looked down at my body. It was still in tact, to my relief. Do vampyres bruise?

"Are you alright?" He asked, his blue eyes scanning my facial expression for any sign of pain.

That piqued my mind.

"Do you even care?" I muttered.

He seemed to hear that and he frowned.

"Yes, I am your mentor. I thought you were rejecting the change." He murmured.

I scoffed. If I could survive vampyre life – I probably could survive the change.

"Thanks so much, knowing how weak you perceive of me." I replied harshly. Professor Night exhaled sharply and closed his eyes for a moment, then reopened them.

"You are my first student out of a regular teaching program. I'd like to make sure you'd survive." He replied. I could feel my hands clenching into fists. I swung the blankets off of me and sat on the side of the bed.

"Yeah, yeah. So you'll look great and I'll look like an idiot because your great success has made me 'prosper'." I snapped.

Professor Night glared at me.

"I don't need anymore success or fame. I came here to teach students to enjoy drama. I could've gone to Hollywood for all I cared, but I returned here as a professor to teach you and others the wonders of drama." He sneered icily.

"Yeah, I'm ready to worship drama and this whole vampyre life!" I snapped as I jumped off the cot. My feet hit the ground gracefully and I swiftly slammed the door behind me. Sometimes, I almost wished I'd reject the change and die.

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