Setting: Alaska, a month after school has started. Lunch time.



Rosewood Academy is an elite boarding school where students go to learn and interact with creatures of other races. There are very few humans allowed into the school a year, yet the school is full of many kinds of demons, werewolves, vampires, warlocks, witches, faeries, elves, dwarfs, gnomes, pixies, centaurs, etc...
Here they give the students the luxury of high quality meals three times a day, large enough rooms for twp people, although there are special rooms for only one person yet large enough to have more than enough room. The one-person rooms are usually given to those who cannot control themselves around people, or like the werewolves who need the privacy for when the full moon shines high up in the sky.
The teachers graduated from elite schools. They know how to make teaching fun and exciting, they also interact with the students and help out with anything they could.
Even though the school has an image to uphold, there are secrets running throughout school.
The school board having a different agenda?
The principle having ties to a cult? And that cult still recruiting students as the years pass?
These rumors and more.

The school has made a deal with hunters to not attack anyone from the school as long as they do not break the laws, but the cult has different agendas, wanting to destroy the hunters so that they can rule the world and make humans their servants. Of course that is one reason why this school was created in the first place, to teach every creature to live in peace without fear of being hunted and killed or being discriminated against.

Anyways...it is the month after school has started and everyone had already started to form groups, no one seemed to want to interact with other creaturs, except a small group and the cult.

School Crest: Lion, background black and white with RWA engraved on top.

Yes the school has a very strict uniform code, although most students do not follow it.
Girls: Red and black plaid skirt or black pants, white button down shirt. Red blazer black tie/small clear scarf and closed toed fancy shoes. Crest on jacket over heart
Boys: Black dress pants, white button down shirt, red blazer and black tie. Black fancy shoes Crest on jacket over heart.

(( Now here is where you come in, you can be whoever you want to be. =D
Of course there will be cult members to recruit so if anyone wants to be in it go ahead. xDD
))

Rosewood Academy; a school for the 'elite' class or that is what was told to most of the human population. Applications were sent out to the school to entroll their children, but they were all always denied except for the lucky few that were allowed to enter these halls with all the other creatures that existed.

Rosewood Academy loomed like a large cathedral with it's pointed rood and symbols of god worship. Large buildings were structured behind the cathedral in order to hide the fact that it was a school. There was a large fence built far away enough from the school and door rooms that gave everyone a sense of freedom, yet they were still trapped within the area.

Rosewood Academy; a school that has been around for centuries and one that always follows the rules that have been put in and worked over the many years of it's existence. The rules are old and the morals are as well. Most of the creatures, if they believe in god go to church when a priest decides to go to the school to preach.

As for the school itself, it's large building tended to scare most people, yet no one aw what truly lied inside. The souls of the children who have been murdered still roam around, the disaster's of past years, the failures, the faces; it was all there hidden from everyone with magic. Although, all those mistakes were tended not to be repeated or brought up and kept from from future generations.

"Rosewood Academy...I never thought I'd see this place again." a voice whispered as he adjusted his bag over his shoulder and stepped up into the building. Moving alon the corridors, he found his way to the head master's (at least that's what he likes to call himself) office and sat down on a chair.

"Mr.Roland, what brings you back to Rosewood?" asked the man when he had stepped into the office, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Come now Mr.Kruig, you received my letter, you are the one who accepted it and chose to meet with me. You know better than anyone as to why I'm back in this place."

"To finish what your parents wanted you to start. Yes, I read the letter." Walking over to his desk he sat down at the edge of it in front of the boy. "Are you sure you're not here to repeat what happened two years ago? Or is it that the cult you joined has decided to use you once more."

"Since you know so goddamn much about the cult why don't you do anything about it?" he asked with a growl standing up, the venom in his voice showed.

"Now come now Vasily, I may know a lot but I'm not required to do anything and you know why. You know who really runs this school now, it isn't me, and it isn't the council who dislikes the cult. It's the cult itself...they have a very powerful influence on us all. You fell for it Vasily, so do not get angry with me."

"Angry with you? Hah. As if that could ever happen, by the way Mr.Kruig, you should know that I did not get into it willingly. My girl- my ex...is in the goddamn cult and I got dragged down into it by her without even knowing it. Next thing I know, I'm being used as a scapegoat and I'm left on my own. I ran, yes but after what I did I think running would have been the best idea."

"Do not forget, that if we would have caught you, and if the cult did not like what had happened you would have been severely punished."

"Yeah I know, because this school has a strict policy and if one rule is broken then that person is punished, depending on what they did and on your mood. But I did not come here to speak of the past, can we just move on with this."

With a sigh the head master closed his eyes before nodded, "Yes, yes of course we can move on. But answer me this Vasily, why now and not in another two years?"

"Because the past cannot be avoided forever and you know that. You made sure to always bring in people who do not know, that way the past can be forgotten. But no...I won't let it happen. What I did, should be remembered and should be used as a warning. Yes I survived what happened to me, but most vampires die, kill themselves in fact. I've watched it happen with my own eyes. The blood of a vampire has such a strong calling, such a strong intoxication.

It got me to the point where I wanted to suck the life out of myself. When I ran away, I met a vampire who had tasted the blood of a vampire by accident, he went crazy and kept killing vampires. He had some control when I found him, but soon after he let it get to him and he tore his own flesh, ripped out his own heart to eat it..." he shook his head shuddering at the idea. "He had told me I was different, there was something about me that kept the crazy from coming at me. I don't know what it had been but I'm just glad I won't turn out like him...I'd rather die the natural way then to kill myself."

"Vasily you can stop talking. I'll let you stay...I'llgive you a room so that you could continue your education and so that you could do what you want."

Vasily nodded, "Thanks." he said and moved to stand up, grabbing his bag.

"Vasily...be careful...you may be the only one who can overthrow the cult, they've gotten bigger ever since you left."

"I'm not here to overthrow anyone." he muttered and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Walking down the hall he turned a corner and bumped into someone who said he was sorry before noticing who the person was. "Oh...Crap..." without a second thought the boy turned and ran downt he hall.

"Looks like I won't have any friends this year." the boy whispered as he found his room, stepped inside and closed the door. This year he had one of the single rooms, which was a good thing considering the fear that had come from the boy.

Looking at himself in the mirror he sighed. Dark ocean blue eyes starred back at him covered lightly with a few strands of dark brown hair, high cheek bones, nice lips, pale. He looked human enough. What was so scary about him?
Oh right. 2 years ago.

It had been at least an hour and already he could hear the whispers, the murmurs and the suprised voices of the students who have heard; Vasily 'Casper' Roland has returned....

It was a cold day today...
Marionette scribbled down in her notebook that sat in her lap as the wind ran through the ruffles at the end of her dress.
Her hand trailed up her neck and pulled through her long platinum hair, as she pulled the silky strands they would fall like a curtain that fell onto her shoulders.

I should probably be wearing a sweater...
Mari always found herself thinking about the most pointless things that meant absolutely nothing at all to her.
Not like she could be prone to human sickness...
Her elven ear twitched as a small breeze was carried out.

"A schedule..."
I need mine...

Marionette stood from the bench in the gardens patio as she made her way inside the Cathedral-Like school as she made her way down the halls to the office.
If someone blocked her path, she would occasionally give them a push with a wave of her mind.

Mari stood for 5 seconds at the desk of the office.
"You..." she said lower than a whisper as a lady in the office, a werewolf assistant was dragged to the desk by a mysterious force.

Her clear eyes stared into hers as she entered the gates of her mind.
My name is Marionette Venyl...I need my schedule, I request that you bring it to me immediately... her lips didn't move at the slightest.

"Quickly..." Marionette blinked releasing the "Werechic" from the grasp she had on her.

After receiving her schedule, Marionette made her way to her first class.
Sitting in the 2nd to last row.
People would talk about her constantly.
Marionette never defended herself though...she would always answer:
"I have better things to do with my lifespan than to defend myself against such uneducated morsels such as yourself...surely you can focus your energy where it is most needed...like your academics perhaps? Do us both a favor then hmm?"

If a physical attack or weapon ever made it's way to her, she would always stop it with a thought.
Lately though...she found herself weak, and she figured she relied too much on these gifts.
Sometimes, they would not be available to her disposal so she had to learn other techniques.

Two weeks into the school year and everything was as if it was normal. Nothing ever seemed to change when it came to things like learning. Most of the people here never became anything big in their lives, although the president was a werewolf. So he guessed that some skills did come in handy.

Moving out through the halls he began to walk, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked by classrooms, listening to teachers teach almost quiet students. There were those who respected others and stayed quiet during their lessons, but then there were those who had no respect and the teacher had to always kick them out in order to continue with their lessons for the day.

Vasily could not believe how different this school was from two years ago, yet it was exactly the same.

Coming to a hall he noticed it was different, the walls were painted a white instead of a crimson red. "Well, I guess my handiwork was cleaned up. I wonder what they did with the bodies of the people I killed." he whispered to himself as he ran his hand over the wall as he walked. It all came back to him, the screams, the running, the pleading. Yet none of it affected him, his mind was only on one thing; vampire blood.

It had been the first time he had tasted vampire blood and the effect was him going crazy. He knew that the only people who remembered, were those who were there two years ago.

The only difference was the pressence in this room, it was so different as if the souls of those who were killed still resonated there. This was what he would have to deal with while he was here. To expreience this once more, to live with the knowledge of what he had done.

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"So it is true. You have returned."

Jumping the boy turned around starring at the person who spoke with a growl, eyes narrowed yet no emotion showed in them. "Desiree..."

"Hello there Vasily...or should I call you 'Casper', the 'Casper' of Rosewood Academy. It is what everyone is talking about." she smirked.

"I bet...only those who remember will ever speak of it and soon they will spread the word and then those who don't know will know and I'll be stuck on the short end of the stick again."

"Oh don't be such a baby Vasily. You did just as we had wanted you to. Because of you, our influence has grown to an extreme and because you're alive just proves that we /can/ make more powerful vampires out there, one's that will face the elders and defeat them, giving us the majority rule. This will then give us the power to send all these other pathetic creatures to the island of Mortis never to be seen again." she laughed darkly.

Vasily growled, "Watch it Desiree, you do not know what may come at you if you keep this up." he said and walked off down the hall once more.

walking down the hall dress shirt unbuttoned with a white T underneath my blazer is over my shoulder fire is winding around my arm and weaving through my fingers as i travel not paying attention to the pointless conversations of the people around me some of the light bulbs above me explode as i overpower them i decide to let my nails show as they grow and get pointed as the fire slows down just a bit i wonder if today will be a bore as wellthe fire speed up and extinguishes as i walk into the class room leaving my nails as they are and making the ones on the other hand the same

Leaning up against the wall he closed his eyes for a moment, it seems like today is going to be an extremely long day. "Well, might as well go to my class and get this Crap over with." he muttered and stepped into the class, looking around he noticed some familiar faces among some he did not recognize. But the looks on the kids showed some sign of knowledge of who he was.

Whispers went around the room, "Casper...is that Casper?...the casper?"

Shaking his head he moved down the isle of seats and sat down, watching as students close to him inched away, except for the elven girl.

"Casper...I hope he doesn't go crazy again...last year was enough to make me want to disappear." a boy whispered in front of him to another kid who kept giving Vasily glances.

Vasily glared then hissed, "What are you looking at?" he asked, his voice icy and full of venom. He did not like how people continued to see him as something he knew he was not. A monster among monsters, how appealing.

as casper walk in people start shifting around and whisperingbig whoop i bet he's not even that big of a dealstading up in a way that makes my chair skid across the floor i walk over to his desk and sit on top of itso i hear your some type of big shot you don't seem to tuff to mesaying this mockingly i slap his face lightly in provoketion

Vasily could not believe this guy, but he figured this person had not been here when he had gone crazy and killed all of those people, leaving the halls of this school streaked with blood and bodies.

Stupid kid...

When he was slapped his eyes changed colors immediately to a dark purple as the pupil's slitted. His face contorted, lips pulled back, bearing teeth as his fangs slid out. An ugly growl rippled through the room as he moved quicker than the eye could blink and soon had the boy pinned to the ground. "Touch me again...and I'll make you wish you never touched me."

Vasily was never one tolose his temper, but then again no one has walked up to him and slapped him before.

laughing crazily your going to make me regret touching you??don't make me laughmy knee shoots up as my foot connects toyou chest as i kick you so hard you slam into the cealing before falling please try harder

Catching himself he shook his head and landed lightly on his feet. "You honestly think that you can hurt me?" he laughed and shook his head. His nails had slipped out and he growled. He did not have the patience for this stupid crap.

"Picking fights with someone you don't know, you're just stupid.' his voice had changed slightly, becoming more demonic sounding.

Without a second more he disappeared, moving faster and without a sound to his name. He suddenly appeared behind the person he was fighting and kicked him so hard he slammed into the desks.

catching your foot and my veins buldge being a werewolf i have hightened senses i can hear smell and see you and my strenght can rival youswinging you by your leg i slam you into a desk then release you into a wall you going to have to try a lot harder than that if you want to hurt me

Vasily growled and shook his head as he slowly stood up. Blood trickled down his arm and he removed his blazer tossing it aside. Looking down at his arm he watched as the blood changed and formed into a blade. "I'll kill you." he said and ran towards him, swinging the sword, his droplets of blood had started to create creatures that were unnoticable to most people. They moved quickly, Vasily had just been the distraction as one of them jumped at his back and sunk veins into his skin. Attaching itself.

as your creature attacks i click my wrist as a spiraling wall of fire surrounds me and destroys them your going to have to do a lot better than that if your going to succeed flicking a finger as a small fireball slams into your chest

The fireball disappeared before it hit him and he smirked lightly, knowing that no matter what nothing was going to hurt him. "There's a lot more to me than you know..." he said as the blood on his hand changed and formed marks on his arm. The sword slipped to the ground and the blood formed a wolf, it took a solid form having fur, feral teeth, six eyes and a second mouth in it's mouth. It growled at the other male before Vasily tsked. He was not in the mood to fight with someone.

looking around at the other students were going to have to continue this later before be both get divine punishment looking dead in his eyes as slits formed in my eyes i'll be watching picking up one of the desks and sits down in it

When the other stopped the fight for no reason he growled, angry. This is not what he had been hoping for. Fuming he turned and walked out of the classroom, this was annoying. The last thing he needed was for people to bother him. He did not need to get into fights, because if he did he knew that he was going to end up crazy again and go off killing everyone. This is supposed to be a calm school where there are no fights and where everyone can learn to like each other.

Marionette sat outside of the classroom where the fight with Casper took place. She sipped her tea in perfect silence as she stared at the white wall of the hallway almost as if it were a fascinating movie.
"Fights..." she rarely said more than a word.

Pardon me...But I thought we all had graduated from elementary...
How is it that such dogs without pedigree are even capable of being within a radius of the school...?

"Tsk tsk..." Mari sighed as her platinum hair fell over to one side in a tidy French braid.

I thought there were higher standards than this for students...

Her finger paused at her plump rose pink lips.

It will rain tomorrow...
She withdrew her journal and wrote down her random thought.
Mari always did that when she figured she gave too much attention to a topic...
She would always quickly change her thought with something entirely pointless.

"Casper..." she said softly, almost as if curious.

I have heard that name before...

Marionette shrugged as she continued to stare at the wall, her tea glazing her lips to shine with each sip.

As Casper stepped out of the classroom he looked around and noticed the girl sitting there on the floor drinking tea. Raising a brow he shook his head, it seemed that some people just did not care about this type of stuff.

Sighing he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, the cut on his arm healing and the blood disappearing from his clothes. Vasily did not know how this school worked now, but it seemed like they allowed other's to fight freely.

Yeah, he was known as Casper, but he had never been a fighter. He had this name for other reasons, for becoming crazy and murdering people. That was the difference.

Marionette suddenly stood and appeared in front of Casper, her elven ear twitched.
You are hurt...? Or...not quite...?
As she stared into his eyes, her voice entered his thoughts.
She rarely spoke freely and directly.

Her winter snow white hand pressed firmly on Casper's cheek.
"Interesting..." her hand went warm for a brief moment.

Casper...mm...what a horrid past behind that name of yours...

"Come..." she took your hand in hers.
Lets go to the patio for some sweets...

Vasily opened his eyes as he looked at the girl, there was something about her, something different. And no it was not because she was elven, it was something else, her personality or maybe it was the way she kept herself.

When her hand pressed against his cheek he tensed up, no one has ever touched him like this, not since, well not since his ex.

When she took his hand he blinked and walked with her, a little confused.

"How..." he started, "How do you know about my past?" he asked.

Vasily had never told anyone of his past and this girl did not seem to know anything about him, and now she seemed to know everything. What in the world was happening?

"Sweets..."
Do you like them...?
She asked him in his thoughts as she sat down at a French white Victorian table in the garden.
Marionette laid a plate in front of him.

A basket with cookies, brownies, danishes, and crepes was centered in the middle of the table.
Her posture was still and flawless as she poured some tea in a cup in front of him.

"How..."
How do you manage to even walk these halls...you are...very...dedicated perhaps...?

Well, one thing he did notice was that this girl was very odd it seemed. He did not know how it happened or why he had in deed sat down at the table with her. Usually he would have walked away, but she was the first person who treated him...normal or as normal as you could possibly get in this school. He just hoped that the way she was, did not change. It seemed that she still treated him like this after knowing about his past. His past went deeper than just the murders, but those memories he kept locked up in the back of his mind.

Looking at the sweets then at the tea he sighed. "Not particularly, mostly because I barely eat human food. Especially in the past years I've had a smaller appetite for them."

Watching her pour the tea he sighed and leaned back against the chair, "Why I walk these walls? That is a good question in deed. It is not because I'm dedicated, I could care less for my education, I guess it's just because I decided to face what I had done, and finish what I had started. If not I'd be writhing away like how the person I met was. He was alone, crazy, and had in the end killed himself. I'd rather not be alone when I die." he could not believe he was saying these things to her, his hard exterior seemed to melt with her here.

"Eat..." she held a cookie in front of Casper's face, and pressed it to his lips...
The taste is very...nice...
Marionette's eyes were an almond shape and narrowed slightly with no emotion as her crystal blue eyes shimmered.

You do not...talk very much Vasily...I...like that...
Marionette actually didn't like the silence...she liked outgoing people...
Even if she wasn't outgoing herself.
I guess what she liked was that he didn't question her intension's...

The elf didn't quite understand why she spoke to Casper...
She spoke to no one...
Was it because of his past that she could sympathize with him...?
Perhaps...just a bit...

The wind...it will be strong later on tonight...
Mari overcame her thoughtfulness with another pointless thought...

Vasily was still unsure of what was happening but he certainly was unsure about this girl. His dark blue eyes watched the girl before he sighed and ended up taking a bite out of the cookie that had been put to his lips.

"I haven't interacted with people in about 2 years, I would not know what to say or what to do." he whispered softly, "But I could at least try to do something about it."

Vasily was not sure why this girl was even speaking to him, yeah he was different but then again there were things he knew he had to get over and things he needed to solve before he could think about moving on with his life.

"What is your name?" he asked, hoping to strike up some sort of conversation.

She put the rest of the cookie in his mouth as she then took a sip of tea.
"Marionette,"
All became dead silent after she responded.
Her crystal blue eyes didn't leave him for a second, even as she reached for a cookie.
The school...do you know where it is headed towards...?
Marionette nibbled on it gently after asking you.