Pericles

News of a new student had been circulating through the halls of Nevermore since early morning, though no one knew exactly who she was. Only rumors. That she came from a powerful family. That she wasn't even the kind of students usually seen at the school. That she had been alive for over a century. Pericles didn't pay much attention to it at first. Until he saw her. The sound of a car pulling up in front of the entrance made several students peer out of the lobby windows. The massive iron gate slowly opened, and then she appeared. Dressed in an extravagantly elegant gown that seemed to belong to another era. A delicate parasol rested on her shoulder as she walked with an undeniable calm. Her skin was so pale that it contrasted almost unnaturally with her dark hair, and her reddish eyes seemed to observe everything around her with an unsettling tranquility. The entire place fell silent for a few seconds. It was enough, because in that instant Pericles had a strange and sudden certainty: he needed to know who she was, and he found out. That girl belonged to one of the oldest families of vampire royalty, which meant she was probably one of the most dangerous people who could walk the halls of Nevermore. By the time the headmaster mentioned that the new student would need someone to show her around the school, silence fell. No one seemed particularly interested in getting too close to the mysterious new vampire. That made the decision fairly straightforward. Pericles raised his hand, grinning from ear to ear. "Me!" Some students looked at him as if he'd just dug his own grave, but he didn't care. "I can give her the tour," he repeated.