It was the middle of the night, and Thomas was lying down on the grass outside the academy. It was slightly damp, and was causing the jacket that he was wearing to get a bit wet, but he didn't mind. It was quiet, peaceful. All he could hear were animals moving about, and there weren't many of those. For a second, Thomas wished that he wasn't a vampire, just so that he could fall asleep here. But Thomas remembered all of the good times that he had had the the past two centuries. He never would have had any of it if he was human still.

After a while, Thomas got up, and walked over to the library, and climbed through the window. He liked climbing through windows. He didn't know why, he just did. He walked over to the modern languages fiction section. He perused the massive selection of books, before choosing a French book, Le Transperceneige. He went over to the music history section, where there was an area to sit down, and began reading the book. After reading for a couple of hours, he had finished most of the book. He got up, and saw that it was about eight in the morning according to his watch. Thomas places the book on top of the books in the music history section, and went out, to the front of the school.

As Thomas stepped out of the main building, he put up the hood of his leather jacket, because even though he had had his daylight charm for over a hundred and fifty years, he was still wary of the sunlight. Thomas walked into a collection of trees where it was darker, - he didn't have a class for another few hours, and liked the dark - but just as he sat down, he saw a new boy. He looked about 19, the age Thomas looked and told regular people he was, and friendly. Thomas walked over to him, so that he was behind him, and hadn't been seen. Not that he tried to, he was just used to making sure that people didn't know that he was there.

"Hey," Thomas said, "Are you new?" Thomas hoped that he didn't scare him, but knew he probably had. He always did.