Alright this is a request and I love it so far. High School AU Night Huntress with Vlad/Leila as main couple. The others will be making appearances though, make no mistake.

"And this is the gym. That is the entirety of the school grounds. I have confidence that you'll find your way around without issues."

The tall man stood straight and regal as he gave his new charge the tour of the school. His long black hair falling to his hips as he watched the teenager take everything in.

Copper eyes ringed in emerald swept across every hallway, memorizing the paths as he nodded. "I'm used to Romanian castles so this shouldn't be too much of a challenge."

Mencheres nodded, having expected that from Vlad. The younger man had been having difficulties at home and due to Mencheres position as his family's oldest friend, he'd offered instantly to take him in.

The fact that he worked as one of the teachers at the school Vlad would now be attending made the process considerably easier as well.

Dark brown hair hung past Vlad's shoulders as he took in what would be his new school. As of yet he hadn't met any of the students but if it was like Romania then he already knew what to expect. Idiots.

As if to prove his thoughts true, a boy stumbled in with a massive grin on his face. The auburn hair and turquoise eyes clashing as he trotted over to greet the new kid. "Hallo, so you're the new meat around here then?"

Vlad's scowl was bleak as he snarled. "And you're one of the idiots I was preparing myself for. Thanks ever so for making that easier on me, now I can avoid you appropriately."

"Vlad…" Mencheres chiding tone made her bristle, it wasn't as if he'd started this.

Before he could argue, Mencheres turned to the other boy and started in on him. "Ian, don't antagonize him. I remember when I brought you here not two years ago and just as I wouldn't let anyone harass you I won't allow you to do so to him."

Ian huffed in disappointment, "Fine, but only because it's you."

Mencheres patted him on the shoulder before sending him off to class, "Vlad will be following you shortly. I still have to straighten his paperwork out."

Immediately Ian grimaced, "Blegh, work. And that's my cue to leave, later." And with that, he was bolting down the hallway, in the opposite direction of the class.

Mencheres shook his head fondly before sending off a text for the security to catch him. "That boy…"

Shaking his head, he led Vlad down the path to the office. "Don't take Ian seriously. If you seem too serious he'll target you. Just let it roll off and do not give him a reaction."

Vlad nodded, he'd met similar types before and they were all insanely irritating. While this was no exception if the other option was to be in Romania and dealing with his viper's nest of a family then he'd choose the idiots every time.

Before they made it to the office, a car came screeching up. Menchere's expression darkened as a girl was physically pushed out and another one hopped out from behind her. Vlad watched as the second one made a point of kicking the first as they passed, pausing only briefly to taunt her.

The person in the car didn't seem to care, peeling back out without a word as the first girl picked herself up from the ground with a fierce scowl. Her bag had toppled open in the excitement and her assignments were scattered around. Who Vlad assumed was her sister just laughed as she went inside.

Mencheres sighed, "If you'll wait here…"

He didn't pause for Vlad to answer before making his way over to the girl, gently picking up the books and handing them to her. They talked for a bit, the girl briefly becoming hostile before deflating. Mencheres patted her head before pointing toward the school.

She nodded, pausing when she caught sight of Vlad. Mencheres nudged her forward, this time following behind her as she went. Once she was standing next to him he could see her face clearer and any other person would've cringed at the sight.

Half her face was wrapped in bandages, but her fall had loosened some of them enough for him to see the scarred skin underneath. Whatever had happened to her, it'd been bad and recent.

Before he could avert his eyes politely she noticed where he was looking and seemed to curl into herself. Vlad glanced to Mencheres who was watching with a pained expression.

Instead of commenting on the odd behavior, Mencheres gently shooed both of them toward the office, much to the girl's displeasure.

"I don't need the nurse, I just fell over…"

Mencheres' flat look of disbelief made her go silent, not daring to glance at Vlad as her cheeks flamed. "I'm sure it was, but it was still a painful-looking fall and with your history of injuries it would bring me great relief if you would go by the nurse."

After a second where she looked ready to argue, she gave in with a sigh. "Fine."

She didn't look at Vlad as they walked, giving him the chance to take her in. She had long black hair that was eerily similar to Mencheres and the brief glance he'd caught of her eyes they were a striking blue that reminded him of the ice back home.

Beautiful, but deadly.

After a moment of walking, she scowled before finally turning to face him head on, leveling eyes that now burned with fire on him. "Will you stop staring at me? I get enough of that everywhere else and I'm tired of feeling like some freakshow in a circus."

Apparently, she'd misunderstood what he was looking at. He'd only glanced at her injury for a second before moving onto her other features, he'd seen enough scars to not be fascinated by them but he hadn't seen eyes that shade of blue.

Mencheres eyed him warily, waiting to see what he'd say before choosing to step in or not. Looking at the girl who was no longer hunched and thus stood a few inches taller than him, he made his decision. "I wasn't looking at the scaring, but you're right that it's rude to stare. I apologize."

She blinked in surprise, seeming to have to take a minute to process it before nodding hesitantly. "Apology accepted...Thanks."

The silence resumed as they walked until a few minutes later when she asked just low enough for him to hear. "If you weren't staring at the scar then what were you looking at?"

He wasn't surprised she'd asked, ever since he'd said that she'd looked deep in thought. After years of dealing with the Romanian politicians and having to see every nuance of their expressions, she was an open book in comparison.

Briefly he contemplated telling her it was nothing, but as he took another look at her hunched form as if she were waiting for a blow he found himself telling the truth. "Your eyes, I've never seen that shade of blue and it reminds me of the ice back in Romania." They're beautiful. He didn't mention that last part, but if her sudden surprise was any indication she picked up on it anyway.

She stared for a beat before swallowing hard, "Thanks. For answering I mean and sorry for snapping. I'm sure you can guess that I get it a lot."

Nodding, he accepted the apology silently and considered her words. Something about her demanded his attention, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. While the eyes could play a part in it, he doubted it was the entirety of the reason.

Thinking back to how she'd been pushed from the car and kicked, he could make an educated guess as to what it was that ensnared him. If he was right, and his instincts usually were, then she was like him.

And that was definitely not a good thing for her.

As they reached the nurse, the tall blonde woman sighing when the girl came into sight, Vlad decided to keep an eye on the girl. It wasn't often something interested him and he wanted to know more before he decided what to do about his odd fascination.

"Oh Leila, again?"

The girl, now dubbed Leila, grimaced. "I told him I was fine."

Mencheres stepped forward, a stern frown curling his lips as he addressed the nurse. "She was thrown out of her father's vehicle, trampled by her sister and was moving gingerly afterward. I wished to take her to you to be sure she was in fact fine as she said."

Leila shot him a dirty look but said nothing as the nurse bristled, "That pig had better be happy I'm bound by confidentiality or I'd-." Mencheres raised a hand to silence her before gesturing to Vlad.

"Kira, We have an audience."

Kira winced upon seeing Vlad, quickly going quiet as she focused on patching up Leila. "Well, you know what I'd do. More importantly, let's see about getting you fixed up."

She led Leila to a different room, but she paused before entering to face Vlad. Her mouth twitched before a small wince showed the pain it caused, her next words pulled a snort from him and a disapproving glance from Kira before she was shuffled back into the exam room. "Welcome to the nuthouse, hope you like squirrels."

Mencheres shook his head fondly before gesturing for Vlad to continue past the nurse's office to his own. "This should only take a moment and I'll write you a note explaining why you were late to class."

Absentmindedly Vlad nodded, his mind on Leila as the nurse's words turned over in his head. He'd only known her ten minutes and every radar he had was screaming that she was just like him, abused.

Unfortunately, unlike him by the looks of it she was still under her abuser's thumb. Wanting more information, he turned to Mencheres. "She's like me, isn't she?"

Immediately Mencheres grimaced, "Thanks to confidentiality I can't give you details, but...yes. We've suspected for years but as of yet we've been unable to get proof. Any time we brought someone in to investigate Leila would be pulled from school by her father for days at a time. The last time they pulled Leila to the side before he managed to do so, but she refused to tell them anything."

His mouth tightened as the memories played, Leila coming into school limping while covered head to toe in bandages. "We stopped trying to call in people after the last time. She was pulled out for weeks and when she came back she was covered in more bandages than skin and had the injury she now sports on her face. This was half a year ago."

His addition of when she was injured baffled Vlad, "If it was that long ago why does she still need the bandages?"

Again Mencheres sighed, "Because she keeps having 'accidents' that reopen the injury."

Ice curled through Vlad's blood as he went silent. This was eerily reminiscent of his own former situation, though he hoped for her sake the abuse stopped at physical. She hadn't seemed to have a problem with Mencheres touching her, so he doubted it. To his surprise he found himself relieved at that, despite not knowing her the thought of her going through what he did disturbed him.

He had much to think on apparently…