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Chapter 1 Schoolyards
?I need two more Blood Juice Boxes,? Parisa smiled at the vampiric twins who stood patiently awaiting their treats. She wasn?t quite sure how the immortals were born as her understanding of the vampire lineage was spotty at best but thankfully History was not her subject. Trying to teach children about their heritage in a world as multihued as this one was an impossible feat. But then again, as her throbbing feet could attest to, teaching them the socialization skills necessary to survive in a peaceful cohabitation was no mean feat either.
?Right away, Miss Reese.? The lunch attendant herded the small pale children in the direction of the lunch counter and Reese decided this looked like a perfect opportunity to escape the din of the auditorium turned lunch room.
Threading her way through the rows of children busily seeing to their nutritional needs, Reese nodded to the smaller denizens as they were her particular charges. She had started teaching at RhyDin Elementary her first year outside of Elyria?s boundaries and was no longer surprised by the variety of ?foodstuffs? that surrounded her. She couldn?t begin to fathom how they managed to assemble all of the ingredients on a daily basis, taking into account all the special diets and dangerous allergies. Clearly labeled danger signs were not enough when dealing with the youth and dozens of Food Specialists moved amongst the children to make sure that there were no accidents.
?No, no Charlie, use the plastic utensils sweetie, that?s silver.? The furry young man in question growled his understanding as he fought to regain his human form after a near brush with painful consequences.
Reese smiled in gratitude at the woman who assisted him before sliding her hand across the sensor that allowed her entrance and departure from the cafeteria. The hallway was blessedly quiet and empty. Taking the familiar path toward the Teacher?s Lounge, Reese walked past the classrooms of her cohorts with the quickened pace of a person on their lunch hour. Her time was already diminished by the detour into the cafeteria but her two newest charges needed a little extra attention to help them adjust. She arrived at the door and repeated the same motion before the sensor to gain entrance.
The hustle and bustle of the lounge poured out around her in a gentle cacophony of murmuring voices, a cough there, a laugh here, a murmuring sigh, and the physical movement of a body of people. Decorated to resemble an old hunter?s lounge, (the questionable taste of a previous Dean) the room had always been slightly off-putting to Reese. Furs and hides decorated the floor, the huge hearth?large enough that two grown men could easily stand inside it?blazed with a fire that should?ve been cheery but seemed like something out of a grim fairytale. Hanging above the mantle was the portrait of the founding father, a dismally dark painting made more daunting by the disapproving glare that clung to his features. Tables and chairs had been added over the years in various ages of popular design and there existed a haphazard collection of couches, chaise lounges, and bean bag chairs as well. A flame-haired man turned at the sight of her and hurried in her direction on short legs.
?Reese.? Mr. Humphries? smile flashed golden at the sight of one of his favorite coworkers and Reese couldn?t help but return his grin, crouching down to give the leprechaun a quick hug.
Chapter 1 Schoolyards
?I need two more Blood Juice Boxes,? Parisa smiled at the vampiric twins who stood patiently awaiting their treats. She wasn?t quite sure how the immortals were born as her understanding of the vampire lineage was spotty at best but thankfully History was not her subject. Trying to teach children about their heritage in a world as multihued as this one was an impossible feat. But then again, as her throbbing feet could attest to, teaching them the socialization skills necessary to survive in a peaceful cohabitation was no mean feat either.
?Right away, Miss Reese.? The lunch attendant herded the small pale children in the direction of the lunch counter and Reese decided this looked like a perfect opportunity to escape the din of the auditorium turned lunch room.
Threading her way through the rows of children busily seeing to their nutritional needs, Reese nodded to the smaller denizens as they were her particular charges. She had started teaching at RhyDin Elementary her first year outside of Elyria?s boundaries and was no longer surprised by the variety of ?foodstuffs? that surrounded her. She couldn?t begin to fathom how they managed to assemble all of the ingredients on a daily basis, taking into account all the special diets and dangerous allergies. Clearly labeled danger signs were not enough when dealing with the youth and dozens of Food Specialists moved amongst the children to make sure that there were no accidents.
?No, no Charlie, use the plastic utensils sweetie, that?s silver.? The furry young man in question growled his understanding as he fought to regain his human form after a near brush with painful consequences.
Reese smiled in gratitude at the woman who assisted him before sliding her hand across the sensor that allowed her entrance and departure from the cafeteria. The hallway was blessedly quiet and empty. Taking the familiar path toward the Teacher?s Lounge, Reese walked past the classrooms of her cohorts with the quickened pace of a person on their lunch hour. Her time was already diminished by the detour into the cafeteria but her two newest charges needed a little extra attention to help them adjust. She arrived at the door and repeated the same motion before the sensor to gain entrance.
The hustle and bustle of the lounge poured out around her in a gentle cacophony of murmuring voices, a cough there, a laugh here, a murmuring sigh, and the physical movement of a body of people. Decorated to resemble an old hunter?s lounge, (the questionable taste of a previous Dean) the room had always been slightly off-putting to Reese. Furs and hides decorated the floor, the huge hearth?large enough that two grown men could easily stand inside it?blazed with a fire that should?ve been cheery but seemed like something out of a grim fairytale. Hanging above the mantle was the portrait of the founding father, a dismally dark painting made more daunting by the disapproving glare that clung to his features. Tables and chairs had been added over the years in various ages of popular design and there existed a haphazard collection of couches, chaise lounges, and bean bag chairs as well. A flame-haired man turned at the sight of her and hurried in her direction on short legs.
?Reese.? Mr. Humphries? smile flashed golden at the sight of one of his favorite coworkers and Reese couldn?t help but return his grin, crouching down to give the leprechaun a quick hug.