Sasha smiled when he replied with his name, but it faltered slightly when he took her hand. It was undeniably a hand, but it was, well, beyond what she would ordinarily call 'rough.' Still, she didn't let go any sooner than she might otherwise have, and at least he didn't seem to be in a 'beat up people' mood as far as she could tell, but why anyone would ever want to was beyond her. Her family had always been of the opinion that hunting was a necessity, and that violence was necessary to keep the peace. Sasha had a feeling her family would have nothing to do with violence if it weren't for vampires. And yet, here was this boy who wanted to beat people up. Sometimes. If she understood him correctly.
"Don't get it," she said, half to herself and half to Krieg even though she had already turned again to head back to the dorm. She had had the courage to talk to this guy, and there had to be nicer people back at the dorm. "Why beat people up in the first place?"
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Kyle opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. First day of school. Whoopee. There was no one else in the dorm room when he woke up. He checked the time. Late for the first day of school. Whoopee. He could give a rat's ass about it, but he had made a promise. Figure out what the game was here, and if it was some be-friends-with-humans bullshit, take it down. He had come up with lots of schemes to threaten the peace. There was the play nice with humans, and suddenly go crazy and bite everyone plan. Then there was the discretely sow suspicion by quietly killing day students in their sleep... He had a lot of time to come up with everything after his "forced" departure from the Ryker Coven. Why did he have to be the right age?
Oh, right. Class. Kyle dressed himself in jeans and a T-shirt, clothing he would never have touched out of his own accord, but he needed to blend in. At least for a while. He grabbed the stack of books he had been told he would need (although, he didn't think he would ever open one) and shoved them in his backpack. He checked the time again. Five minutes late so far, and it would probably take another two minutes to get to class if he ran. Run? No way. He added another 3 minutes to the clock. 10 minutes late seemed pretty decent for the first day of class. He was a vampire, after all; he had all the time in the world.
The halls were mostly deserted when he walked down them. A couple of day students were still around, but all the night students were presumably all in class already. He checked his schedule. Trigonometry. Kyle rolled his eyes at the thought of it. Maybe it would be better than he thought it would be. No. No way. Finally, he found the classroom and pushed the door open. And just from that, Kyle could sense their teacher's hate of them even as he wrote up useless equations on the board. Kyle sat himself in the closest free seat to the door and didn't even bother to get out his textbook or a notebook (well, he hadn't even brought a notebook so he couldn't take one out even if he wanted to). The sooner he could get out of here, the better.