A/N: Sorry I took so long to update this, I will try to update sooner in future.

"Is he usually this late?" I asked Craig and Tweek who were sat next to me, after that disater at breakfast the others got me a replacement for the food that was stuck to Bebe and the floor, then we went straight to class. My first lessong of the day was history with a teacher called Professor Cartman, the same professor that purposely burnt Tweeks arm for getting an answer wrong in class, I could already tell that I was going to hate him. I mean for a start what kind of teacher is thirty minutes late for his lesson?

"Sometimes" Craig shrugged. "He usually just turns up when he feels like it."

"D-DON'T LET HIM GET ME CRAIG! HE'S GONNA HURT ME AGAIN!" Tweek shivered.

Craig's bored expression instantly dissolved into one of concern "Hey, shhhh. Calm down Tweek" he said resting a comforting hand on Tweek's shoulder "Stop getting yourself so worked up, he might not even bother to turn up today."

I ignored the familiar jealous feeling and concentrated on the anger I felt at this injustice "Why doesn't anyone do anything to stop him?"

Craig snorted as if it was the dullest question ever "If you think someone needs to do something then go ahead! If anyone here has the temper to have a go at him it's you!"

I was slightly taken aback "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Look, no offence Kyle but when you get angry, you get angry! You had like, the worst temper in the school at North Park High, you're always arguing. So if you think it's wrong... tell him yourself."

I was beginning to get frustrated with the attitude Craig had towards me lately "Fine! I will!"

Ten minutes before the end of the lesson, the teacher finally decides to show up. A vamp with a bulbous stomach waddled into the room. It was unusual for vampires to be overweight, they had to keep healthy in order to live a long life, but this man was almost obese. He had thick light brown hair and dark brown eyes with hints of red in them, the glare of those eyes caused fledglings to squirm in their seats, it didn't scare me though because I knew that this vamp was nothing but a low life bully. He seemed to have a permanent sneer etched into his features, making him appear even more ugly.

Finally his markings were saphire coloured -obviously- jagged, zig-zaging patters that interweaved as they traveled down his face to rest at his jawline,on either side of his face at the ends of these paterns there were tiny Nazi swastika symbols ... figures.

"Right, your homework for tonight is to write a thousand word essay on a truly inspiring vampire who was my best friend up until his unfortunate death." He pulled a framed picture out of his brief case and presented it to the class, when I finally managed to catch a glimpse of the photo my first thought was: Is this some kind of sick joke? There, in the picture, was Professor Cartman with his arm slung around -I'm not even kidding right now- Adolf Hitler's shoulders in a chummy way. I sat there with a look of what I can only describe as pure confusion on my face as the teacher wiped a tear from his eye "He was a brilliant vamp kids, he did great things for this planet"

That was it, I had to say something "Excuse me but he tried to exterminate the Jews."

"You're point being?" he retorted.

Then I lost it "Hundreds and thousands of people died because of him. That's not great, that's horrifically unjust." Every fledgling in the room was now gawking at me and Tweek's twitching had increased to the point were his desk was shaking as he gripped it to try and calm down.

The teacher's eyes narrowed as he glared at me "Ah so you're this 'green fledgling' that everyone's been talking about. No offence but aren't you a little biased having been a filthy Jew in the past yourself."

For some reason I felt anger boiling inside me I clenched my fists and snapped "I may have been a Jew but at least I don't have a stomach the size of a planet!" Everyone in the room gasped in shock.

"What did you just call me!" he said through gritted teeth.

"You heard me. I called you fat."

"THAT'S IT" he bellowed, causing his double chins to wobble, obviously I had hit a nerve. "I GONNA SHOW YOU, ALL OF YOU, WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON'T RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH!" He grabbed my arm and strapped it to the desk "HOW DO YOU LIKE YOU'RE SULIGHT?" he yelled placing the same UV lamp that he'd used to burn Tweek on the desk. Tweek cringed and whimpered in his seat as the light was switched on and a magnifying glass was placed under it.

I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the burning sensation but... nothing? I opened my eyes again in confusion to see that my arm was still underneath the light but it was completely fine "I'm no expert... but isn't that supposed to burn?" I asked in surprise. I was answered with the utterly confused look on Professor Cartman's face. "Right" I said freeing my arm and walking over to Tweek's desk. "C'mon Tweek, Craig we're doing something you should have done ages ago." I grabbed Tweek's still shaking arm and lead them both out of there.

"What the fuck are you doing Broflovski? I told you we tried to report him, it doesn't work." Craig argued as we walked through the hall towards Principal Victoria's classroom.

"I'm not reporting him" I replied.

"Then what are you doing?" he repeated.

"You'll see" I answered leading them into the room and strolling right up to Principal Victoria's desk. "Principal Victoria?" I said, getting her attention. "We need to transfer from history."

I was expecting her to argue or at least ask for a reason but instead she just smiled kindly and said "Ok a little unorthodox but we let our fledglings choose their own paths here at the House of Night. So would you rather do art or spanish?"

"I think art is our best option because Tweek probably couldn't cope with the pressure of learning a new language" I stated. "Is art ok with you guys?" Tweek nodded but Craig was just looking at his feet. "Craig?" Craig's head snapped up and I gasped.

His eyes were dull and seemed completely lifeless as he said "I want to stay in history." He sounded like a zombie, I mean his voice was usually emotionless but this went beyond that. It freaked me out slightly.

"Very well then" Principal Victoria said. I was about to question Craig's decision when the bell rang and I had to take a seat as the others left.

What the hell is up with Craig lately?