A/N: Just in case you ask yourself this question near the middle of this chapter, I will answer it for you. Question: Do these characters seriously act this stupid? Answer: Well, yes, sadly. I've based most of the characters off of actual friends and acquaintances of mine, so what the people do is this story is genuine. Truly, I feel bad for Alucard having to witness such foolishness first-hand. :)

Danika was the first to notice Alucard standing behind our table. "Dude! There's a really tall guy standing behind our table! And he looks a lot like that guy..."

"Alucard." I finished her sentence without looking at her. I was still staring at him, in all his awesome tallness and overwhelming... mystery. God, is he ever handsome... too bad he can be such a nuisance.

I saw the smirk light up across his lips, and he let his glasses slide down his nose for a better view. "Oh, now I know you don't really mean that; you were soaking in every moment of my voice in your head."

I instantly turned around to have my back to him. Give me a break.

Oh, but a bite would be so much more pleasing.

It was official. This was the infamous Alucard, in all his pompous glory and racy tongue. Boy, were we doomed.

Adrina suddenly realized that Danika had spoken and looked back to see Alucard, scanned him quickly from head to toe, and smiled mischievously. "Have a seat, Short-stuff."

Trin gave Adrina a look of disbelief and irritation. "You're such an idiot."

Mirabelle decided to add in her logic to the situation. "Adrina, he doesn't really have a place to sit. It's overcrowded at this table."

"Oh come on, we make room for Miss-Bloom-to-be-in-her-dreams over here, but we can't make room for this vampy?" Adrina challenged Mirabelle's words in her overly sophisticated manner of speaking. "His glasses remind me of John Lennon. I like him already."

"Yeah, but he probably can't fight with you about Charmed the way Trin does," Danika interjected with a smile, then looked back to Alucard. "That is so cool! We have a vampire at Clearview! That so—"

"Beats Paris Hilton?" I finished her sentence again, this time receiving a suspicious look.

"Yeah... How'd you know?"

I really didn't want to go into detail about the weird dream I had the night before, so I white-lied my way out of it. "I could just tell."

Trin seemed shocked. "Eww! Did you guys just say 'vampire'? Aren't they fake?"

Adrina spoke next. Oh no. "Well, so are a lot of Hollywood boobs, but that doesn't mean they don't exist."

"He's not a fake vampire," I stated with my fingers to my bridge as a stress-relieving method, trying to get my mind off of the creepy déjà vu I was experiencing.

Trin looked at Alucard in disgust. "Eww, so do you like, drink blood for real or something?"

All he did was smirk. "Why, of course. My main diet is simply medical blood, but the occasional fresh drink from a human's pulsating neck is nice once and a while." He leaned over me and placed his large hands on our table, obviously trying to get a better look at Trinity. In fact, their faces were mere inches apart.

"Speaking of which, didn't you humans just get done your lunch? I could sure use a bite myself, if you don't mind."

Trinity pulled away, her face mirroring the expression used when sniffing fresh cow dung: utter and absolute nausea. "Yeah, I mind."

He backed away and looked to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. He softly brushed the hair from my neck and brought his face close. "How about you? Will you act as defenseless as you did in your dream last night?"

My mind went blank, and I felt my eyes widen and lose focus. How did you—

I know lots of things.

Trin broke me from my stupor, for which I am eternally grateful. "Eww, Scarlett! Are you seriously gonna let him bite you? That's just nasty!"

I thought for a moment, and while my heart was too dumbfounded to think of a response, my mind was acting more logical and told my body to jerk away and slouch into a neck-protecting position. I then abstractly looked away with arched shoulders and begrudgingly answered, "Of course not."

Mirabelle instantly answered before Alucard even touched her, "Don't you even think about touching my neck."

Adrina's answer was similar. "Oh, hell no, you crazy, pale-ass motherfucker! You can just take those shiny fangs of yours and find some other white bitch to chew."

Of course, Alucard then looked to Danika. The blonde, absorbed in her own thoughts for the time being, suddenly snapped out of her daze and answered with, "Wha?" However, before she made a complete fool of herself, she realized what was going on, as her subconscious had secretly listened to our conversation. "Oh! I get it!"

She then took a moment to giggle to herself at her own expense to reply, "Um, since I know that is going to hurt and leave a mark... no. The last thing I need is to explain to my mom where I got a gigantic hickey from."

He didn't even give a glance to Desdemona, as he probably knew that her answer would most likely mirror Mirabelle's or Danika's. So, the deprived vampire simply slumped against the wall with a sigh, yet his smile remained. "You girls can be so cruel. What's a little drink between acquaintances?"

Trin was the first to remark. "Well, that usually doesn't mean anything, but the people I meet usually don't consider a drink to be my blood, either."

"Oh, but my dear, you've got it all wrong."

"How's that?"

His little smile twisted into a full-blown smirk as he swaggered back over to our table. "I'm not after your blood alone. This whole lunchroom is like a buffet to me, free of charge. You could simply be my appetizer, if you'd like."

That was it for Trin.

"Ok, eww, I am so leaving this table. This guy is making me lose my appetite. I just cannot eat my lunch looking at someone that could've very well eaten my brother for breakfast."

Danika looked confused. "Trin, you don't have a brother. You're an only child."

"Yeah, well maybe that thing is the reason why!"

Off she went to sit with Alyssa Passalaqua and her other friends, leaving an empty seat at the table across from me and in-between Desdemona and Danika. I looked back to Alucard, who was intently watching Trinity storm off to another location. I knew that he felt victorious in having scared someone away, and he probably wasn't even hungry to begin with.

"You know, there's an extra seat now," I murmured, not daring to reach out and grab his trench coat for a light tug. Lord knows he was probably carrying concealed.

"Right," was all he said, and he vanished momentarily to reappear in front of me, barely being able to sit at the table with his long legs and tall, slender body. He hadn't taken off his hat or his glasses, which I didn't blame him for at all. No one would be so daring as to place something on a Clearview lunch table. There was no telling exactly what condition of grime the table top was in.

Hell, no one I knew would place food on their lunch tray if they didn't have to, let alone the tables.

"So, Alucard, how are you?" Danika small-talked her way into a conversation, biting off another chunk of her bologna sandwich. "What brings you Clearview?"

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough," he smiled and cocked his head in Desdemona's direction. He slyly took hold of the side of Desdemona's glasses, without her moving an inch, and swiftly took the glasses right off her face. This, of course, did not end well, for Desdemona was interrupted from her manga reading and flailed her fists at the unsuspecting captor of the bifocals.

"Give me my glasses back, Trin!" she angrily yelled, punching hard at Alucard's chest. However, this only caused the vampire to laugh at her futile attempts, and as soon as Desdemona heard the low pitch and manliness of the cackle, she stopped with a fist mid-swing.

"You're not Trin," Desdemona said more as a question than a statement.

Alucard kindly placed the glasses back on my bookish little friend, and as soon as she could see, she nearly fainted. She sat there, eyes wide with a slightly open mouth, as Alucard smirked with full teeth agleam. "Surprised to see me, my little Otaku?"

Desdemona literally fell back into the person sitting next to her. I suppose the shock was too much for her.

"Oh my God! You made my Snowball faint!" Adrina bellowed, reaching over to the fallen anime/manga fanatic. "How dare you!"

"Dude, that's not cool," Danika whispered as she stared at the unconscious girl, whose short brown hair had scattered across her face as she limply fell backward.

"Oh, I'm sure Dez will wake back up in a second. Just wave some food in her face," I said, trying to make the best of the situation. I looked down at my lunch tray. "I have one chocolate chip cookie left."

Mirabelle grabbed the cookie and rushed over to passed-out Desdemona. She wiggled the cookie in front of Desdemona's nose while she shook Desdemona's shoulder lightly. "Dezzy? Dezzy? Dezzy, I've got a cookie. A nice, soft, chocolate chip cookie here, and it's just for you. Cookie, Dezzy. Cookie..."

After about a minute, Mirabelle gave up and threw the cookie onto Desdemona's tray. "It isn't working. She's out cold."

"Naw, you just ain't doing it right," Adrina corrected and grasped the cookie, wielding it like some sort of death weapon as she marched over to Desdemona. One might expect her to do exactly what Mirabelle attempted, but no, Adrina had to be different, and she wasn't taking any nonsense. After all, she is an Italian.

So Adrina leaned over Desdemona, and a little harder than lightly slapped her across the cheek. "Wake up, you Japanese-artwork loving mother—"

"All right Adrina, I think you woke her up. You can stop now," I cut her off just in time.

"Huh?" Desdemona slowly came to, grabbing the cookie as she tried to recollect her thoughts. Shoving it into her mouth, she asked, "What happened?"

"You fainted because Alucard took your glasses," Mirabelle explained short and sweetly, then looked to the clock. "Why don't we go outside?"