Vincent leaned back in his chair and laughed. The school day was over and the first members of their 'club' were coming. He was a math teacher at the school and enjoyed looking at the students, picturing them naked. The other advisor for their club was his older sister, who was strange, but he understood why.<br/>The bad boy persona he had was stiil in him and was one of the main causes that made her the way she was now. He didn't mean to, but he had to.<br/>Vincent stood up and locked his doors and left down the hall to a secret hall way with a secret room. You see, this place was hard to find and you had to be famileir about the school to know where it was. He entered his office/class room and didn't turn on the light. Bending down and opening a drawer he pulled out a pack of cigaretts. As he grabbed one he lit it and got back up. He grabbed his glasses and put them on as he put on his pin-striped jacket.<br/>His leather pants fit snug around every part of him, the black muscle shirt fell over his body tightly which showed of his toned body. His belt kept everything one, which he had to deal with, and his biker boots saftly on.<br/>His skin was a soft peach color and smooth, black hair that fell on it, if not slicked back, and his crimson eyes that peirced you.<br/>Vincent reached his sister's side and knocked on her door.<br/>"Hey, it's time hun. Let's meet 'em." His fairly deep voice cooed.