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Luke smiled and a strange feeling of nervousness came over him, but it was soon ignored. "The same can be said about vampires then. Some aren't so bad either." He said with a teasing wink.
Bill, the school janitor, turned his attention away from this human filth and toward a class where the majority of students were heading too. He walked up to the doorway of the class, and glanced at the sign indicating what class is being taught. He gasped, and staggered back, noticing it was the most horrifying room in the school, next to the cafeteria. He hated how students who sucked at art were forced to draw, paint, but mostly make messes. He strutted in and pointed his mop at the teacher threateningly "may I have a word with these future 'master craftsmen'?" he said mockingly.
[Addressed to the "Necromancer." ^]
Outside of the school an old school mustang at just rolled by the front gate. It was a beautiful muscle car, truly a gorgeous machine if any. The door opened and out came a shirtless, beat up looking kid. He leaned over and grabbed his grey tank and slipped it on, and then grabbed his long coat and swung his arms into it. He then grabbed his back and shut the door and began to walk into the school yard. He walked with an attitude, a certain swagger. He was extremely late, but he didn't care as he lit a cigarette. He got close to the school's entrance. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going and ended up bumping into someone who seemed to have been talking to himself. In an agile twist, the mysterious teen began to walk backwards, now eying the man he bumped into. He gave him a nasty look and said, "Hey, pal... watch where you're fucking walking."