A hesitant sigh escaped the lips of the older woman nestled amongst the littered seats of the train. Beyond the young faces mirrored in the woman's eyes, little moved before the train screeched to a hault. The children moved in a sea of flesh to escape the metal coffin that had brought them to unknown fates. Pasterized laughter and chatter slowly filtered through the stale air of the train, and escaped the senses of those left behind. It was only until the train had been purged that the woman stood and made her way to the gaping metal mouth of the train.<br/><br/>Angel's eyelids flicked as the rays of sunlight danced across her skin. Peering around, the woman followed the crowd of students pushing and shoving their way to the school. Angel's distance from the students was not surprising after months of travel through the disease infested streets of Cairo. Ultimatly, it was a surprise to everyone that a woman with little to no past was allowed to teach in this well known academy. However, Angel had felt that there was a hidden reason behind the invitation extended to her.<br/><br/>Once inside the halls, Angel gave a moan to the amount of power flowing through her body. Each student was like a little candle giving off light. Multiply that light by a few hundred, and Angel was in ecstacy. Strangely enough, she found herself tracing invisible paths through the halls, watching each passing child with hungry eyes. As the second passed, the hiss of the woman's heels brought her to the shadow of a young feline girl.