Discalimer: I own only the OCs. And story.
As everyone was getting up from their seats, Jeff and myself ended up side by side. He was about a foot taller than me. His presence was very calm for someone so new to this. The energy radiating form him spoke of longing for the human world and any he might love there. Before we made it into the hallway, he was greeted by a handsome and familiar seeming older blonde.
"So you find out what type you are? Who's your partner? Would you introduce them?" He fired of questions faster than Jeff could get a breath.
"Why don't you just read my mind?" Hardy remarked sarcastically.
"Because sometimes that's just no fun." I finally figured out why he looked familiar.
"Hey, your Edge!" I said excitedly. A bright smile spread across my face.
"Please just call me Adam. And you are?" His stood with his arms crossed, one hand gesturing to me.
"Oh, I'm Scarlett Ravenhall and Jeff's lab partner." I'd caught his attention. He uncrossed his arms, his hands moving to rest at his waist.
"Really. And what is your classification?" I looked at Jeff who seemed too embarassed to even think it.
"I'm a vampire, type X." At that, his eyes lit up and he snuck a sly glance towards Hardy.
He focused his attention back on me before saying "I've never had the pleasure of meeting a succubus. And such a beauty at that."
I blushed as he took my hand and kissed the knuckles like an old-fashioned gentleman. Well, he certainly is charming. Handsome, too. I wonder how effective my skill would be on him?
"Now I wouldn't try that." he snickered. "School policy states that you cannot use your abilities on students or faculty unless instructed to do so by a teacher during class."
"Impressive. I've heard it's rare to hear thoughts with such clarity." I was impressed. Most psychics only hear fractions of thoughts. A few words, images, or feelings.
"Practice, m'dear. I'm the assistant teacher for the psy classes. Because of this, I need no permission to listen to thoughts. But I can control it as well, such as when and who I'm listening in on." RRIIIINNNG! "Time for the next class. Don't want to be late."
Since we were in the same classification, Jeff and I had nearly identical schedules. The last class before lunch was type X psy training. Seeing as there are only two of us, the main instructor was teaching a larger class, meaning we would be taught by none other than Adam Copeland.