Chapter 5 Ares

Chapter 5

On the way to the dining hall, where it was compulsory to have breakfast, lunch and dinner apparently, to foster bonding between students, Alma informed me that classes had started four weeks ago but I'd have time adjusting.

There were principally five courses taught in different stages depending on one's class; either junior or senior.

History class, Physical combat

The Art of Strategy class, Armament class and International relations class.

Psych class was a class for Minders and there was apparently a Special class for top students. The last two classes were the only ones that were taken by juniors and seniors at the same time.

This year, the total number of juniors were 65, while the number of seniors were 52 left, from the 70 that entered in their junior year. Apparently, after the first year, some students would be withdrawn from the Academy.

Reaper Academy ran a two year program, after which the next three months were spent rotating between the Enforcement and Guardian guild to learn the ropes before finally deciding on the best fit for the graduates. Some often decided to go back to everyday life.

A vampire or halfling was eligible to apply to attend the Academy once theyon were sixteen. You must have attended by the age of 20 except for some reason you were not found fit for that life or you had permission from the Council.

Events to look forward to, according to Alma included the Interhouse sports competition where both seniors and juniors were placed in different houses to compete against each other in a serrs of games, the Winter Formal, a ball at the end of the first term, Mr and Miss Reaper beauty pageant and the biggest one, where parents would be able to attend, the Grand Tournament.

Adjusting the hem of her pink knee-length dress, her hair in a ponytail, Alma held my hand at the entrance of the dining hall.

She'd asked if I wanted to change from my outfit into something less conspicuous but there was no need explaining that even if I wore the least attention seeking thing in my box–which got to my room almost immediately after the bell for Dinner rang- I was Helena Shaw, a Vami. That was enough to draw attention.

So I looked the part.

Ebony hair falling over my shoulders to stop at my waist, piercings on both sides of my nose and one on my tongue, multiple piercings on either ear and one on my belly button which was exposed thanks to the red crop top I paired with black leather pants and black boots, I knew heads would turn first because of how I looked rather than what I was.

"Here goes."

There was a lot of chatter as we made away around the rectangular tables which could admit at most ten people until we got to Alma's table.

And as if finally realizing, the chatter died down on all tables until everywhere was as silent as a graveyard.

They'd scented me then.

Wonderful.

Taking my seat beside Alma, I watched as the people on the table murmured to one another until Georgia plopped down on my right and spoke.

"Yes, it is her. The Vami. She can hear you, why murmur. Lena, say hi."

Raising my brows at her, I chose to not question what she was doing.

"Hi, I'm Lena."

They chorused greetings, awkwardly introducing themselves one after the other.

After the introduction, we made our way with our plates to get our food from where it was served.

On the queue, I realized that murmurs had started again and when I looked at Alma who was behind me in confusion, she shook her head.

"Look towards the door." She murmured and when I turned, I saw what the commotion was about.

Two boys had walked into the cafeteria. One, I knew, the other I didn't.

The one I knew, I'm sure everyone knew him from seeing him grow before everyone's eyes on television.

Ares Rossou. Son of Councilor Rossou.

The murmurs didn't stop and unfortunately, I understood why the majority of those murmurs were from women.

Standing at six feet two inches, with a body that looked as hard as stone, a body that wasn't as bulky as the person he stood beside but nonetheless bore broad shoulders and arms that bulged attractively in the long sleeved black top he paired with black jeans, it would have been easier to ignore if he just had a great body.

He looked like something that what loved up authors described in erotic novels.

Born with natural red hair and eyes a light brown that made it look like he had shards of glass for eyes and sculpted cheekbones paired with a poker face that had a left brow piercing, a nose piercing on the right and a snake bite piercing on the left side of his lower lip, Ares would have probably made millions as a model if he wasn't a Councilor's son. There were rumors at one point that he was mute because he hardly spoke. The theory was because he had spent most of his life training his telepathic abilities, he didn't care much about his vocal cords.

"Who's that beside him?" I asked Alma as we watched them walk to their seats, the hulky guy, his dark blonde hair in waves, hollered at different people with a large smile on his face, a polar opposite in personality to Ares.

"That's Dwayne Skeller, the only person we can call a friend to Ares. His family is super rich, I heard." Alma said dreamily as we walked back to our seats with our food.

"He's also a total fuckboy, and he won't hesitate to pull your pants if you so much as smile as him." Georgia added, rolling her eyes and Alma shrugged when I raised my eyebrow in question.

"I think they know each other outside of this place but Georgia won't spill." Alma whispered and when I snuck a glance at the table where Ares an Dwayne sat, my throat dried up in dread.

Because Ares was staring at me.