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 đọc last night at unspeakable hours of the morning-or afternoon for humans- none the less I was tired and the small nghề viết văn 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 phía trước, chuyển tiếp to this one.
“Rose” a smooth but...