Tarquin sat silently the rest of the class content on his little show. All he ever had to do was threaten he was a vampire. It had been that way for sometime. Though when you're on a rampage and the only way to keep your life is to go to a school for supernaturals, you take it. Tarquin had been a mess the past two years in his vampire life for reasons he didn't want to discuss.<br/><br/>The teacher droned on, mentioning the notebook, the one Tarquin had already opened and then continued his lecture. Tarquin only looked at his dormitory number.<em>112.</em>As soon as they we're dismissed, he made a beeline for the door, ignoring the priveledged princess and the other idiots in the class.