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A tall brunette skulked near the enormous White mansion. The location of this dominating building, was odd, if not ill-placed. He noted the wooded areas bordering on all sides of the massive plot of land and then the sudden lack of trees as eyes slowly zoomed in on the house itself.

In front of the house was a manmade body of water and a dried-out fountain. area around the mansion was desolate of any other buildings. The only human life was in this building. This fact was not comforting, however.

Donatien could feel the weak energy of mortals, but over that existed a domineering, malevolent aura that could only belong to vampires, and a multitude of them. If it weren't for the cover of night, the lone vampire wouldn't be outside of the mansion at all, except for the fact that he didn't believe turning around or going back, so he would have ended up in this very place at some point.

Due to ill-planning, however, Donatien was here today, and he was dreading the few choices he had. You can stay out here and risk being discovered by a slayer, or enter the mansion and risk being discovered by something much worse.

Donatien decided that the worse that could happen in the mansion, would be a confrontation with a vampire, and if that did happen then he could wait until the next night and leave. He finally decided, and he sauntered off, as he tried to find a back entrance.

Donatien was in luck because as soon as he reached the back he spotted a wooden door close to the earth, probably a cellar intrance. He threw open the door and instanly regretted it. The smell of rotting corpses and dried blood wafted up to his nose. Donatien winced before ducking into the entrance. The cellar was dark, but easy to navigate.

There were shelves lining the wall, stocked with non-perishable items. Pickled fruits and vegetables, sacks of potatoes, vinager. There was even a rope of garlic, though it appeared to have not been moved for the last few centuries. In the opposite corner, there was a short stairway leading to a door.

Juggling between the risk of discovery and the rancid smell of the room, Donatien quickly vaulted to the door, but stopped short as he heard commotion beyond the threshold. The intruder sucked in his breath and held it as he tried to make out conversation.

Souta walked down the corridors of the school in a haze. He remembered admiring the gothing architecture of the school, but he still had the bitter taste of coffee in his mouth. The man ruffled his hair as he sombered through the halls. He had only arrived the night before, and he hadn't met any of the teachers, let alone any students. *This is an amazing campus. I might have enjoyed attending this school, myself* he mused. Souta walked around the corner and stopped. He was unaware of the boy until the boy's strawberry scented hair passed under his nose. It wrinkled in response as he saw the boy latch himself onto another (presumably, fruity smelling boy). *Get me out of this place...* His usual glare appeared on his face as he walked the remaining steps to his classroom. *Lower floor, west wing, room 21... Today is Tuesday... Oh joy.* He walked into the empty classroom; there were approxamitely 15 desks arranged in neat rows in front of a desk and black board, that actually resembled a puke green. In the far corner stood a sad tree that probably bore flowers, but because of it's lack of care, it had now turned into the most scraggly excuse for a tree that Souta had ever laid eyes on. Annoyed at it's location and shameful ugliness, he quickly opened the window and dumped the pots content, out of via open window. The empty pot was then placed beside his desk to be used as a make-shift trash can. By the time he had written his last name on the board, the 3rd period bell had already rung. He stared at his neat handwriting on the board, wishing that he could change the name on the door as well, to reveal only his last name. His first and even middle name had caused him many social embarassments before. He waited as the halls slowly came to life.

Hear us, O shepherd of Israel,
who lead Joseph like a flock;
you who sit enthroned
between the cherubim,
shine forth.
Psalms 80:1

Restore us, O God;
make your face shine
upon us, that we may
be saved.
Psalms 80:3

O God, do not keep silent; be not quiet,
O God, be not still.
Psalm 83:1

O God, you are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you,
in a dry weary land
where there is no water.
Psalms 63:1

Because your love is better then life,
my lips will glorify you.
Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
My soul clings to you;
your right hand upholds me.
Psalms 63:3, 7-8

O you who hears prayers,
to you all men will come.
When we were overwhelmed by
sins,
you forgave our transgressions.
Blessed are those you choose
and bring near to live in your
courts!
Psalms 65: 2-4.5

But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for your iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.

-Isaiah 53:5 (NIV)

Take note that Isaiah is in the old testament.

The lamp of the LORD searches the spirit of a man; it searches out his inmost being.

-Proverbs 20:27 (NIV)

"Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit of life set me free from the law of sin and death."

-Romans 8:1-2 (NIV)

"And we urge you, brothers, warn those who are idle, encourage the timid, help the weak, be patient with everyone."

-1 Thessalonians 5:14 (NIV)

Monday's Bible Verse

"For the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the LORD, as the waters cover the sea."

-Habakkuk 2:14 (NIV)

"The fear of the LORD is pure, enduring forever. The ordinances of the LORD are sure and altogether righteous."

-Psalm 19:9 (NIV)