Disclaimer - I don't own Great Uncle Dracula. This is an alternative universe which involves Emily meeting some of the characters in a different manner.

Déjà Vu

"This is Emily Normal."

Standing in front of her new class, Emily thought about how her last name once described herself, or at least her last name once did. After all, she always thought of herself as being a normal girl with rather normal things happening in her life. She took pride at not standing out, or at least she thought she didn't stand out.

Some might argue otherwise, calling out for the nerdy eyeglasses she'd picked out for herself not to mention the nerdy way she pulled her short hair into a pair of super short pigtails. The point was she enjoyed being normal and not standing out despite the fact her nerdy glasses and the way she styled her hair in reality did make her stand out as drawing attention to herself tended to bring negative attention.

"She'll be joining our class today."

Except, she didn't want to join this class as this class would in fact make it quite clear she wasn't at all normal. She didn't want to go to a new school at all. "Why do I have to go to a new school?"

"Because you're not normal," her father said.

"I wish I..."

"Shut up Elliot," she'd snapped at her younger brother. "I don't want to hear again how you want to be in my situation."

"That's not very nice," said her uncle who was in fact someone who lived with not being normal every day of his life to the point he'd come to see it as being normal. She now stood in front of a group of girls who thought of their not being normal as being normal.

There was nothing normal about attending an all-girls private school, let alone one for monster girls. Every single one of the girls stared at her, like her normalness was now not normal, though truth be told, finding out she was a quarter vampire whose vampire abilities were definitely clearly there despite only being a quarter vampire.

A quarter wasn't much, but it was enough for an incident to have occurred when she got super angry that in the end, but thankfully it happened when she got angry at her younger brother rather than outside of the family home. It was enough for her to find herself at the all-girls private school to prevent anything which might bring unwanted attention to herself, because, despite the fact everyone here acted like it was normal, it really wasn't.

The strangest thing was, today felt almost like déjà vu, yet if she thought about the memory she felt like she was living there was the feeling she was actually younger, not to mention the school wasn't an all-girl's school. She took a deep breath, watching the other students eye herm making it all to clear they found her addition to the classroom an oddity.

A girl raised her hand, drawing the attention of the other girls, but Emily couldn't help but feel as if the girl were singling her out already but the teacher noticed. "Yes Wanda?"

"What are you?"

"Emily is a quarter-vampire," her new teacher stated, which very likely did set her apart from the others who were likely whole whatever they were, but the whole singling out yet again felt like déjà vu.

"I see."

Wanda didn't seem to like her, which, the feeling that the other girl not liking her honestly felt like déjà vu. She also felt as if she lived through the stares of those who were likely full-blood whatever they were with a lack of interest, but one girl in particular didn't give her a funny look, yet seemed familiar. Emily couldn't put her finger on it. The teacher nodded her head to the girl. "Why don't you go and sit by Winnie?"

Emily walked over, but the bubbly girl said, "Hi. My name's Winnie Witcherson. I'm a witch."

"Oh." Emily looked over at Wanda, frowning.

"Oh. That's Wanda McWitch."

"She's a witch?" The information didn't seem like any new information.

"Yes, though rumor has it she might be something else," Winnie whispered. "But we don't talk about it. She's quite popular and powerful."

"Oh," Emily looked at the girl, unsure what attending the new school would be like still. She felt, looking at Wanda as if she already had a target on her back, but she also felt as if something were missing, as if a piece of the déjà vu as missing. In fact, she expected Wanda to make her the target of bullying, the feeling of déjà vu telling her this was so, yet nothing happened.

So perhaps it wasn't déjà vu.