I stood there at the front of the classroom with my arms crossed over my chest glaring at Erik/ Professor Night a.k.a. turd-face. What was I supposed to call him anyways? This was an oddly weird situation. I looked at Zoey who seemed completely enthralled by his voice. A voice that was still explaining what we were going to do for the next class. I had understood in the first thirty seconds. We are going to act out scenes from different Shakespeare plays. Kind of like what he said in class when we first volunteered. Now all he had to do was give us these scenes and shut-up. Class had been over for almost ten minutes now, and the six students that had volunteered were ushered to the front of the classroom and forced to stay until he was done talking. I usually did not get this annoyed, but I could not seem to understand how difficult it was to explain how to act out a scene. I mean it is pretty self-explanatory.

I could just be bitter. Because once again he is completely ignoring me, not looking at me or even acknowledging that I am right here standing to the left of his bloody girlfriend. Or potential girlfriend. I still was completely confused as to what I did to warrant this kind of reaction. He was acting like a five year old. And it was ticking me off. Cute Taylor boy has smiled at me twice since we've been standing here though.

"So Zoey and Taylor you will have the scene from Comedy of Errors. Make sure you read up on it to understand what is going on in the play. It is a scene of confused identity and mayhem." Erik says handing a book to both of them.

Finally, I think.

"Jordan, Isaac, and Paul you will be doing a modern version of the witches scene from Macbeth. Instead of the three witches you will be presenting the three wizards. Let's see if you can pull this off."

He precedes to hand the three of them books as well.

"Thank you for volunteering, I am really excited for next class. You are dismissed."

No one moved. I continue to stand there, kind of just staring at him. What was I supposed to do? Was I invisible of a sudden? Was he actually going to ignore me like this? He had turned back around fiddling with crap at his desk.

"Sir, you didn't give Faith anything." Taylor says slowly, and deliberately.

I look over at Taylor. He actually looked sort of miffed. And for a second I smiled, but then he spoke again.

"It would seem I only needed five volunteers."

He had turned back around and finally looked at me. It wasn't a look I expected. A fierce glare maybe like the last couple of times. Except that wasn't it. The look was of complete apathy. It was a look that pretty much told me he could care less if I died that moment. Zoey shifted uncomfortably next to me, probably feeling like me, like she had no idea what to do.

"Come on, let's go." Taylor says grabbing my hand and rushing me out of there.

It was good too, because the moment I got into the hall I let out a scream of fury.

"WHAT THE HELL??" I continue to shout stomping off down the hallway, having no idea where I was going. I heard footsteps behind me but just continued stomping off in the direction I was headed. I didn't even care that I probably had class in the next five minutes.

"AGHHHHHHHH!!" I scream. I kick the wall. It did nothing but cause a shooting pain to run up my leg.

"Faith, it's okay. He was just being a complete douche bag." Taylor whispers, touching my shoulder softly. I spin around. He was standing awfully close to me. I gulp. His blue eyes looked a lot like mine, but had green specks sparkling throughout them. I blink rapidly realizing I was staring. For that one second I had forgotten why I was so upset. And then it rushed back.

"Yes. Douche bag. To say the least." I mutter taking a seat at a bench located conveniently right beside me. He sits down as well.

"I am Taylor Harting by the way. We haven't officially met." He says holding out his hand.

"You're trying your best to get my mind off of what just happened aren't you?" I chuckle slightly taking his hand.

"Is it working?" he asks smirking slightly.

"Slightly."

The fact we were still kind of holding hands didn't hit me until his smirk grew even wider. I pull my hand away quickly. Way to make that situation awkward.

"I am Faith Lauren." I say looking back straight ahead of me, at the wall.

"I know. Also known as purple filled in mark girl."

My eyes open wide and I look back at him slowly. My expression must have looked quite amusing because he then began to burst into laughter.

"Great, just fantastic." I say glaring at him.

"Faith!"

At the sound of my name I turn around. Coming swiftly down the hallway was Stark. And the closer he got the faster my heart pounded. The feeling that had so nicely disappeared hit me like a mack-truck, stronger then before. My eyes grew wide.

"Are you okay?" he asks now slowing down to a walk.

"Yeah, I mean, I guess. How, I mean, is something wrong?" I ask, sounding like forming an actual sentence was one of the hardest things for me to accomplish.

Now it was Stark's turn to look at me kind of awkwardly. His eyes traveled back and forth between Taylor and I.

"No. Nothing is wrong. I just I had a feeling and, well you're fine. So good." He says turning around quickly, walking back the way he had come. Without thinking I stood up and grabbed his arm. And let go just as quickly. I had forgotten that touching him causes the immense feeling of "wanting and need" to engulf my whole body. I do not know how I pulled away. Maybe because Taylor was watching us, or maybe because it terrified the crap out of me. His eyes bore into mine, and slowly the world around us was disappearing, and then she called our names.

"Stark! Faith!" Zoey's voice shouts.

We both turn and watch her approach. Stark seemed to stand a little straighter, and the smile that was plastered on Zoey's face was one of pure joy. Even more so then the puppy dog look she got with Erik. Does that mean she's with Stark too? Woa, back up, where did that thought even come from? I walk back over to Taylor who was now looking bored again. I sit down and watch them along with my bored companion.

"Zoey, how was your first class?" Stark asks happily.

"It was eventful to say the very least." She replies giving him a hug and then turning to me. "I talked with Erik, he asked me to tell you he'd like you to come back into the classroom to speak to you, and apologize."

"Seriously?" I ask not really believing her, well at least not the last part.

Apologize my ass. The only thing I want to hear him explain to me is why he is a jerk. Something was telling me not to go, to just tell Zoey to go tell her boyfriend that he can talk to me some other time.

"Yes, he said he would write you a pass to your next class." She replies interrupting my thoughts.

"I do not even remember what my next class is!" I shout, not meaning to raise my voice.

Zoey looked hurt as she stepped forward and handed me the paper that had my schedule on it. "I am sure he'd show you where it is. I know you're upset, but it would mean a lot if you would just go hear him out." She says.

I kept myself from rolling my eyes. Fine, whatever.

"Okay, well that means I will see you all later." I mutter.

"You want me to come with you?" Taylor asks.

I gave him a slight smile. He was being incredibly sweet for barely just meeting me. He just sat there looking up at me, expectantly. I look over to Zoey, who was waiting for my answer, and Stark who was glaring down at Taylor.

"No, it is okay, I mean I will be just fine. Thanks though." I say quickly turning back to Taylor trying to pretend like I hadn't seen the evil glare that Stark had been giving him.

"Okay. Have fun." He says standing up. He gives me one last smile, and a nod to the others before walking away.

"I don't like him." Stark says suddenly once Taylor was gone.

Both Zoey and I look at him strangely. What the hell?

"He's only been here for a week Stark." Zoey says.

"And he was really nice to me." I add putting my hand on my hips.

Stark looked back and forth between the two of us. "I still don't like him." He grunts. This time I did roll my eyes. Boys are weird. And that was when I noticed the feeling that was so strong just minutes earlier had died down a bit. Ever since Zoey had appeared, actually. Whatever kept it at bay I would be just fine with. If Zoey hadn't shown up I do not know what would have even happened… Shaking my head I re-gather my thoughts. Off to deal with psycho teacher.

"Bye guys. See you soonish." I say turning around and heading back towards the classroom. I walk quickly, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. I open the door and step inside; Erik was sitting at his desk.

"Zoey explained that I was treating you harshly. Do you think this is so?" he asks not even looking up from the book he was reading. Just keep your cool I tell myself walking closer to his desk.

"Yes. I do." I answer, now standing right in front of him.

He looks up at me, anger coursing through his features. I step back a tad, surprised. He then proceeds to stand up.

"I think Miss Lauren that you deserve such treatment. You are in fact the cause of the havoc that will ensue within the next month. You will ruin a lot of people's lives unless I ruin yours first." He says coldly. Making absolutely no sense what so ever. What in the Goddess's name was he talking about? For a moment the look of hatred didn't even bother me. Maybe he was just insane.

"Professor you are making no sense, and I honestly think you might be partly crazy." I say, turning and heading for the door. To me the conversation was over. But apparently he did not think so because faster then I thought possible he was standing in front of me blocking my way.

"I have an affinity no one else knows about Faith. I have dreams that tell the future of individual people. And three days ago I had one of you. You will ruin Zoey's life. You will ruin mine. In fact you will ruin mostly everyone that I even kind of care about."

I stare at him. What was he talking about? Me? Ruining people's lives? Zoey's life? Nyx had put me here to help, not destroy. I'm not even the least bit interested in hurting anyone, and besides that there is the little matter that I don't even know how to ruin someone's life.

"Well then you're dream was wrong Erik." I spit out, "Because I would never hurt anyone. Let along ruin people's lives. I didn't even want to be here. I didn't want to be a vampire. You're acting as if I've been planning some sort of attack."

"My dreams are clear. And they tend to come to true if I do not stop them." He says coldly grabbing my wrist.

I try to yank my arm away. "Well you told me. Now I will make sure not to ruin anyone's life. All fixed." I shout. He squeezes tighter pulling me back towards his desk. I continue to try and get away. Why was he doing this? I couldn't be the same person he saw in the dream. I was still worrying about Spanish class three days ago for crying out loud.

"Please Erik. I would never hurt anyone. I can't be the person you dreamed about." I begin to plead as his nails dig even deeper. Suddenly a sweet sultry smell hit my nose. It smelt good. Odd though. Like something was wrong with it. The firm grip that Erik had held me with released. I look up at him, my eyes wide. His eyes had grown wide as well, no longer full of hate but of something that looked like hunger. He was looking down at his fingers. And that's when I noticed the blood. My blood.

I looked down at my wrist and noticed three small crescent moon shapes oozing blood out slowly. His nails had done that. I look back up at Erik in time to see him lick his fingers. My stomach clenched and I had the incredible urge to throw up all over him. His eyes began to grow dark, and that's when he lunged for me.