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"Sir?" Cynthia. Her dad's the Secretary of defence of the United States. She rarely ever participates in class discussions, opting to let her grades speak for themselves. Which, of course, they always do. Mr. Slate turned towards her, and remained staring. The only indication he gave that she had his attention. His movements were very graceful, more than those of highly trained supermodels. Suit seemed to be tailor made from the way the material of the clothing seemed to be placing gentle kisses on his skin. "You are still yet to tell us what class this is," "Excellent question Ms. Bavani, this is Vampyr Anatomy. I'll be taking you on a course to teach you everything about us vampyr, or as humans have started to call us vampires. Now before we get started, I'll need to clear all the silly little notions you have in your heads about what we are. I thought hearing your definitions of what a vampire is would be as good a place as any to start." He looked around the room again ignoring all the males in the room. "Is this dome sort of joke?"
Prologue
