This story begins as any other horror story would. Only it isn't. Atop a hill, the school stood. Dark clouds surrounded it at all times, and the rain beat down heavily. A depressing and frightening sight that would turn any mortal away screaming for their lives. But this is not an academy for mortals. It is one for the creatures of the night, and the ones that are shunned. It is a society that tears away from the mortal world and creeps into the world that is the immortal. I know what some of you are thinking. It is scary. Unclean and unkept and rotten. But it is not any of that you see~ Vampires are actually a very clean species. Werewolves protect its surroundings. Fairies and pixies cook the most delectable meals. And Elves can make the Science classes fun with their magic. So you see, it is not a bad place to go at all. If you are immortal. Well...Its hard to get a visual with me just explaining now, is it? Lets go inside, where the real magic happens, shall we? Kiyomi took a deep breath, walking up the hill to the academy. It was rainy and windy, though some how peaceful. Like she belonged there. Her long, red hair almost dragged the ground as she walked into the dungeon-like doors. They made sure everyone made an entrance. Her dull red eyes scanned the hallways, making note of all the creatures there. Werewolves, vampires, pixies. She didn't quite like pixies. With a small grin, she walked through the east entrance hallway, clutching her books tight to her chest, her eyes scanning through as she went. Kiyomi was a very quiet vampire, she didn't speak unless spoken to. And even then gave the simplest of answers. Not to mention she was short, and made fun of often. Vampires were supposed to be flawless, but it was a major flaw in the eyes of her species. "Room 209." She spoke softly to herself, looking at her schedule. She looked up, and there it was, room 209. English class. She took another deep breath, "Here goes nothing I suppose," and walked in.