Trinity strummed her guitar to a tune she had only heard in her had no intention to listen for it on the radio or actually listento anything else for that father then came knocking at her door with subtle impatience as she rolled her eyes out of irritation of messing up."Trinity,I need to speak with you!" the middle aged man demanded.Trinity this,Trinity old man loosen up already. she thought then got up to unlock her door to notify that her father had permission to come sat back down on her bed and looked up to show that she was father sighed and sat down at her desk looking for the right words or where to begin.

"Trin," he began."I know things have been hard for you to just recently come in to my life like you have." Trinity scoffed at something that only she would know was untrue.'I'm barely ever in your life at all.' she thought.

"And I know that you want me to just shut up and get to the point and all but. . ." he trailed just wasn't father never acted this way unless he had to give something up or there had been a death in the family. His side of the family,which she was neither a part of or tied to. "Unfortunately I'm gonna have to send you to your aunts in a couple of weeks." Trinity she knew this was coming she would never have any knowledge

of. "Which one?" she finally asked. "The living one. . .my sister."

"The one who's over protective of me ?"

"Yup."

"But I wasn't even aloud to set foot in the woods without her by my side."

"Trini bee, you know she means give--"

"I WILL NOT GIVE HER ANYTHING."

The middle aged man sighed and walked out of the room leaving his teenage daughter alone to return to her strumming.

Mean while,as the night fell up on the city of Versailles something malevolent lurked within the luminiscent streets.A figure appearing from the shadows showing absolute disgust toward the humans who touched Noctourn`e.A lone vampire and one of the strongest of his had envied him,while women had worshipped the very ground he walked children of the night had both feared him though revered few dared to even challenge Luciantes' low tolerance for disrespect those who had the right mind to insult him was a fatality worse than death. . .it was suffering.

He spotted a fledgling wondering around in his territory as he drifted past an alley that led to a didn't care the stupid newborn were abandoned by it's creator it would be dead by not then he would kill it himself-whether or not he felt like Fledgling spotted him and only stared for as long as it stared back for a brief moment."Fledgies. . ." he slowly drifted into the night.

Trinity shot up in the Middle of the breath heavier than a sweat trickling down her face as she jerked her head around to ensure that she was still in her room.

She looked over to her alarm clock and cringed at the blaring numbers blinking that she was close to any hint of religious,but if there was a god. . .she would be praying for less convenient dreams at the witching hour.

She dozed in the middle of class as thoughts of her dream had endlessly soared through her teacher had called on her to answer a question though she had ignored of her friends suddenly nudged her causing her to look up as a mysterious yet handsome man with blond hair entered the room. "Check out the hotty." one of the girls in her class had said to one of her friends."I'd tap that!" shouted another teacher looked up and pleasantly smiled."Ah, you must be Mr. Night ." He stated."Thank you so much for filling in for my retirement." Hearing this Trinity perked up out of interest.Retirement eh ? she sneered inwardly.Nice knowin ya you old bastard.

Trinity then got a good look at the man who was going to possibly be the new literature teacher in home room. He was glaring back.

She raised a brow and smirked.Well well, this should get pretty interesting in a matter of days.The young girl thought smugly. Her smirk widening as her brown hair covered her single gold eye, only flashing off her blue one. It had only been two weeks since she moved in with her aunt and she was already scheming against the teachers. She kept her gaze at the Blondie across the room, plotting down some ways to mess with him. You'll be quitting before the year is over.

Then suddenly, just as she was about to revert her attention, she saw it. The new, and very young looking, literature teacher was smirking in her direction. Only one word could enter her mind as she kept her poker face on. Challenge.

Luciante entered the class room with a note in hand. His predecessor teaching the students in front of him. His hair tied back as he did his best to look presentable in front of the young bloods. He kept a strait face. It wasn't like he actually cared what humans thought about him. He just didn't want to let out the fact that he was what he glasses just barely gleaming from the lights over head. He listened to the thoughts of girls who had started lusting after him when he first entered the room. That is until he came across looked over to a young girl staring at him as the soon to be former teacher was explaining the lessons that would be soon to come. Just by listening to that one thought, he found her interesting. He glared as if he felt the need to suddenly study her as if she were a specimen. He looked over to the old man speaking before him.

", was it?" he asked. The old man looked up at him. "Chumley, young man, Chumley."

"My apologies, if I may interrupt, who is the young bl--I mean lady over there?" looked over to the young girl and sighed. "She is one of my newer students. Her father commited suicide a couple of weeks ago, and she currently lives with her aunt. Her name is Trinity Blanche D'umont'e. She is seventeen years old and even though she's rather intelligent she's been known to cause trouble for all the other teachers. She wants nothing to do with her peers and she tends to day dream a lot. Her aunt is hardly ever home because of her job, and she's one of the few problem students in this school."

Luciante looked over to the girl named Trinity and smirked as he heard a thought emerge from her being. She was definitely not like any other girl, woman, nightress, female he had ever met. She was the first to want a challenge at first glance. Though he was a tad pissed, he was mildly interested. Which is why he hated her. . . . .

"I'm sorry. . . ."said , interupting Luciantes thoughts. "What did you say your name was again?" Luciante looked down at the old man and smiled. "Louis. . ." he said. "Louis Night."He said calmly. And thus, he would start his identity as a teacher. . . .supposedly.