Don't want to be here, but home

Vachal walked through the lawn, a backpack thrown over his shoulders, and it was stuffed with stuff, though, he liked to call it junk, but his mother made him take most of his things, since he was supposedly to stay here a long time. He didn't like it, he wanted to stay at home, even though he was a hundred years old, he looks only sixteen, most likely to stay like this forever. He liked that idea, but, he might be limited, but he won't let that happen, he wanted to live his life how he wanted to.

I didn't want to leave, whats the point, I'm older, I can do what I want, but no, when mom tells me to do something, I have to do it, or she'll throw a tantrum, he thought, bowing his head, looking at the grass.

After a bit he looked up, and adjusted his hat slightly, and he looked at his surroundings. So many people, and all with powers. Fun, fun, to bad I don't really have any except the powers of the vampires, he thought a little, bowing his head to a person who walked by, who had waved a little. He continued to the academy, since he just got here.

Vachal looked up when he heard footsteps coming his way, and he smirked slightly, not ever caring if his fangs showed, he was one who never cared, like his mother, if someone found out or saw them, then who cares, its what he was born and will always been one, no matter what, even if he pretended to be human, he would never hide his true self like that.

He bowed his head politely, and tipping his hat slightly. "Hello, Contessa, nice to meet you. I'm Vachal Valoria, I am also new." Vachal said, looking the girl over. Something strange, and familiar...hmm... she's cute, but thats not it, he thought a little.

He grinned slightly. "Is quite cool, though interesting, but many come daily, won't be surprised if we run out of children and they start sending monkeys." He said, and narrowed his eyes a moment, finding what he just said was stupid.

He shifted a moment, then dropped his backpack on the ground, since it was heavy with junk, that he thinks he doesn't need.

He watched her a moment, there was something... strange and familiar, almost reminding him of December, his old baby-sitter, but he didn't know why. Suddenly he was in deep thought about different things, and basically forgot he was still looking at her. After a bit he twitched a little, and quickly looked away. When he noticed she had offered him some gum, he took a piece, and put it in his mouth, chewing it a bit.

"Thanks." He said. He enjoyed gum, he loved blowing it into a bubble sort of, though, he always had the habit of swallowing it, and then he remembered his mother always told him that it takes seven years for it to digust.

"So, I usually wouldn't say this to people, but something seems... familiar about you, like... it reminds me of December.... I don't know... blah... don't listen to me, I'm just babbling on, about nonsense."

His jaw dropped open when she said December was her mother, and he just stared at her strangely, and tried to think of something to say. "Uhh.... December babysat me, when I was a lot younger." Vachal said, he felt quite confused, and he looked at her, and then he remembered what was familiar, it reminding him a lot like December.

"This... is strange... does this mean I'd know you from somewhere?" He basically mumbled to himself.