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Posted: Apr 14 2010, 11:19 AM
Member No.: 2
Joined: 18-November 07
Once there was a young man who didn't like authority figures.
Tristan Mustafa had been a lot of things in his short life: a resentful son, a bully, a bad student, a vampire, even dead for a while. And now, thanks to the miracle of modern magic, he was a living, breathing student at Bard college. And, hot chicks and beer keggers aside, he hated it. If he was still a vampire he'd let those idiotic professors know just what he thought of their long-winded lectures and condescending attitudes. He still could have, but his dad had made it clear that he was to toe the line. So, punching teachers was definitely out, now that his dad was a cop. That's another thing he could have lived without: the old man. But Tristan, despite his dislike of school, was anything but stupid. So he toed the line, for now. He got straight As without even trying, and he was street smart as well. No one got the drop on him, and woe betide the person who tried to make him look stupid. People respected him, feared him a little even, and he liked it that way.
But the more Tristan lived in the living, breathing world the more he came to despise it, until finally, one day, he decided he'd had enough. His sister Hayden was the leader of a gang of vampires now. He'd find her, ask to join them, and regain his true identity. Then he'd really be someone to fear.
But on the morning he had chosen to leave the university life behind forever he woke to an unpleasant surprise.
"Dude, I can't see Veronaville," his roommate said, looking out the window.
"Is it foggy?"
"No, dude, there're mountains."
"Mountains? What have you been smoking?" Tristan got up and went to the window.
Well, what did you know. Mountains.
"Hey," the RA said, knocking on the doorframe, "the prime minister's here. Everyone's supposed to meet up in the quad for an announcement."
"It may have come to your attention that the landscape has changed somewhat," Richard Capp said once the student body had assembled. "The mountain range you see completely surrounds both Veronaville and Stratford, and appears to have made a small valley out of this campus. We are working on a way to get you home at the end of term. We ask that you be patient and sit tight until then.
"In addition, your cell phones will work OK on this campus but you may not be able to call your families on them. Use a landline if this occurs. We are also working on solutions to that little problem.
"If you can teleport, do so with care and make sure to choose a landmark in Stratford that you know. It is not safe to teleport into Veronaville. If you must go home between now and the end of term may I suggest hitching a ride on a broomstick. We have a helicopter for any emergencies, but as it is expensive to run there may be a charge. Walking may be possible as well, but it's a long trek and I do not advise it. There are vampires about and you would not make it home before dark, even if you started out first thing.
"I'll take your questions now."
Tristan didn't stick around to hear the question and answer. He could get his information elsewhere and had no patience for the hysteria that was bound to ensue. He went to his dorm room and packed up his stuff. He didn't have much, a habit left over from his tenure as a vamp: the less you had, the easier it was to vacate in a hurry. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and stopped to buy a supply of water and snacks from the campus grocery.
Vampires in the mountains, huh.
Looked like he was walking.
Posted: Apr 14 2010, 04:47 PM
Where you at, Hon?
Member No.: 3
Joined: 18-November 07
Tristan as a vampire sounds bad.