Ah...Graves...

Everto stalked into the cemetery. There were rumours that it was haunted, but Everto didn't give. Glancing at a couple of the graves, he noticed that they were students and teachers. Probably those that failed or got fired, Everto thought, smirking.
It was dark. Of course it was dark, it was night. But there was no moon, and even the light of the stars seemed diminished here. But this didn't bother Everto, he liked the dark. And, being half vampire, he could see well in it.
Everto reached the center of the graveyard. He closed his eyes, feeling the anger, the fury well up inside of him. He was beginning to feel the fire, his fire, forming within his body, his mind, his very soul, when someone screamed beyond the cemetary's boundaries.
A bloodcurdling scream, a scream of fear, the type that makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. Everto's eyes snapped open. They were not the usual cold grey holes, but they shone with a feirce white fire. Looking over to where the scream had originated, he felt the fire building inside of him.
White-hot fireballs shot out of his eyes, zooming to where someone has screamed. Waiting, Everto watched to see who was there...

"The scream is probably just an old grave" she said seemily coming out of no where. She kicked over a head stone and contined walking through the darkness.

Everto turned around to face the newcomer. His eyes were still blazing with the feirce white light, and now his hand were too. Seeing that it was noone but a girl, he extunguished himself.
He watched her as she kicked over a headstone. As she did this, his eyes shone even brighter. No respect for the dead, he thought. Being half vampire, he did have in own grave, back at home. Wherever 'home' was.

She contined to pace around silently. She ran her fingers through her hair nervously.

Everto broke the silence. As suddenly as a raven crowing, though considerable quieter, Everto asked
"What do you want?" His voice was cold, cruel and icy, dangerous and meaningful. As he watched the girl pace, his eyes flared even brighter. He did not like people who could not keep still.

"Why do you care?" she asked. She secretly was very angry. She contined to look around neverously

"Because your nervous pacing is destroying the equilibrium of the Night." he said, staring coldly at her. "Why so nervous?"

"Hmmm.... Thats rare you acutally care about someone." she said. "I'm sorry I'm being mean" she said this time changing her tone. "I'm here to try to find someone who died at this school"

Everto walked to the far side of the graveyard, where the graves were older, the tombstones fallen, and some graves had no tombstone at all. One or two of the graves seemed to have been opened, revealing rotting coffins.
Selecting a target back at the nice end of the cemetary, an old tyre, Everto focused on it. After a few minutes he felt the fire rise up inside of him.

Noticing she had no idea what he was doing she contined reading names. Please, please be here she thought. She was almost on the verge of tears but she tried not to show it.