I hope this chapter gets a bit longer than my last two. Enjoy.

The prince tapped his feet, waiting impatiently for the school bus to arrive. He was really looking forward to his first day. New people, new school, new everything! Even better, it was an all vampire school! No fights with different creatures! This all just excited the boy to no end!

... Now if only the school bus were here.

Waiting. Never one of the little vampires strong points. Waiting was boring. Waiting was stupid. He'd run to the school, (super speed) except he didn't know where the school was yet. Which was where the bus came in handy. Though... the bus waiting was still stupid. Thank goodness this could be the only day he had to wait for it.

Finally the bus arrived, and Fatch heaved a heavy sigh of relief. Any longer and he'd have fallen asleep in boredom. The child hurriedly got aboard the bus, excitement retaking his system.

" Good morning class. I'd like to introduce you all to out new student, Fatch Ramirez. "

Fatch waved in embarrassment as mrs. Sobieski introduced him to the class. It just felt so strange being here in mid April. The class gave off a monotoned hello, Fatch not feeling the least bit insulted. It was 7:30 in the morning. He wasn't really awake either.

" Fatch, please take your seat. "

Mrs. Sobieski instructed. The prince nodded and headed in the back towards the only open seat, only to be tripped and to land flat on his face.

... As if he wasn't in enough pain already.

The whole class erupted in laughter, as Fatch hurriedly got to his feet, gathering his stuff and taking his seat. Once down, he began to rub his aching casted arm. He'd landed on it during the fall. He was about to send a glare at the person who tripped him, only to find the vampire had a rather frightening appearance. He seemed tall, had large gauges on his ears, pale skin, a black shirt with a skull on it, jeans, and pitch black hair. The child gulped and redirected his attention on the teacher. Had he just run into a bully...?

That had to be the longest, first three classes of his life. French, English and World Themes. Although he found english to be his favorite class so far, he was glad it was lunch time. One, he was hungry, and he could actually eat something. And two, someone kept throwing paper at him during World Themes. Though he had dealt with much worse, it had still been annoying. Paper thrown at you enough times could do it.

Fatch sighed as he just couldn't seem to find a seat. The cafeteria was down right packed right now. But that was ok in the vampires mind. He didn't really know anybody, so he didn't really want to sit by anyone anyway. The boy turned and headed down the hallway and into the courtyard. Many vampires, especially the bitten ones, didn't enjoy the sunlight. It's not like they couldn't be out in it, but it tended to irritate their eyes. Though Fatch personally liked it. He didn't enjoy the warmth, heck no vamp did. He just liked the light and the hope it used to bring him when a day had been exceptionally bad.

The child sat down beneath a tree and began to pull out his lunch. His mom had made a baloney and cheese sandwich for the day. And was his stomach EVER looking forward to eating it. The hold had never gotten enough to eat before, and was looking forward to being full for once. Licking his lips a bit, he moved to take a bite, only to stop upon hearing someone shout a HEY. He jumped, nearly dropping his lunch. He turned to the left, where the shout had come from, to see three other vampires walking up to him. One was the dark haired one that tripped him in first. The dark one grinned and placed his hands on his hips.

" That looks good. "

He said, pointing at the boys lunch. Fatch looked down at it and back up at the other. He certainly hoped this wasn't going where he thought it was going...

" Um... I'm not sure. "

He muttered.

" I haven't tried it yet... "

" I want it. "

Fatch's head snapped up upon hearing that last sentence.

" What?! No way! "

He probably shouldn't have said that as the other glared furiously. With a snap of his fingers, the other two (whom Fatch'd nearly forgot about) went on either side of him, taking a small battle stance. Fatch gulped and looked up at the dark one, who was now grinning insanely.

" Go. "

He commanded.

The next thing the prince knew, he was lying on his stomach as his rib cage was burning furiously in pain and in great need of air. The trio was laughing and the two goons who's just beaten him senselessly walked away in what seemed like content. It was the dark one stayed behind, however, and slowly inhaled his prize. He then knelt down at the wheezing boy and grabbed a fist full of his long sense exposed long hair, lifting his face up just enough to look at him.

" I'm Dean, by the way. "

He growled out before almost slamming the boys face into the dirt.

" Don't resist me again. I'll make your life miserable. "

Fatch merely whimpered in defeat as the other walked away and buried his face in his hands.

Finally the day had ended, and Fatch couldn't be more relieved. He was rushing home right now, actually. The classes had been alright. He loved his learning and subjects. He just hated the people he'd just met.

He immediately opened the door once he'd reached it, slamming the door behind him. He was going to rush up to his room, only to stop when eyeing a note on the table. Slowly, the boy picked it up and began reading it.

Dear Fatch,

Had to take your siblings to their outside school classes. Will be back late.

Love mom and dad.

Fatch whined again, now full out running to his room. Once there, he flung himself down on the bed and curled up under the covers. This... was not a good day, to say the very least. And one thing was for certain... he was not looking forward to going back to school tomorrow.

" And this is why, "

Jack began, grinning evilly.

" Fatch can't stand bullies today. They used to ruin his life. "

I know this chapter is really sad compared to the last one. But I promise things will cheer up in the future. R&R.