Chapter 1: Beauty is a cruel mistress

Sighing I sat down in the usual hard wooden chairs that the school provided. Taking out my book I opened it to the page I had been Leggere last night at unspeakable hours of the morning-or afternoon for humans- none the less I was tired and the small Scrivere printed on the pages strained my eyes. I was in English, which considering I was a vampire and having no intentions of pursuing a career in literature was quite a pointless subject. I had already had four classes already this morning and I was not looking inoltrare, avanti to this one.
“Rose” a smooth but...