University of Transylvania IC thread

OOC - Velcome to ze University of Transylvania. Mwhahahaha

I think the OOC thread is here. Basically it's a university rp with a few misfits. The idea is comedy rather than super powers.

IC

Phil Dorian pushed the door open to Castle Dracula (it was a rambling old mansion on the edge of town, and inhabited by some rather unusual students, what else should it be called?). It creaked ominously and he whimpered.

"Honey, I'm home" he called out, wondering if any of the other students assigned here by the all-seeing all-knowing all-singing all-dancing university housing administration had arrived yet.

There was no answer, so he lugged his bags and grabbed what he considered to be the best room. It had an ensuite bathroom, double bed and a couch so he wouldn't get dog hair all over his sheets, and french windows that opened on to the back garden (which had several large oak trees and oooh squirrels!)

"Ohh crap"

Phil dropped his bag and had what appeared to be a brief but rather painful fit. By the time the shaking had stopped, the tall rather handsome university junior had disappeared, replaced by a large golden-brown German shepherd

"Wooof woooof" Fido leapt out of the pile of clothes around him, and slipped through the doors and into the garden, running quickly and gracefully towards a small red furry creature innocently gathering nuts on the lawn.

A prehistoric instinct made it look up and instantly start running before it even knew what was happening. The chase was on! This spurred Fido to even greater speed and more barking.

The squirrel raced towards the nearest tree, it's little heart beating like it was fit to burst. Fido was rapidly overhauling it, his tongue lolling out to one side.

The squirrel made it to the tree in time, and with one giant leap started to scramble up the bark.

Fido was left at the bottom, barking in frustration. If a TV crew from national geographic happened to be up the tree at that precise moment in time they might well have caught a glimpse of what could be described as a squirrel smirking.

Fido quickly lost interest in the tree and began exploring the garden. There was always so much to sniff out (literally) about new houses. It was like Christmas, only with less annoying pine needles.

Cara DuCrane

opening the door of the empressive castle Cara felt excitment burning in her stomache. entering the main part of the house she trips over an untyed boot lace. falling she puts her arms out infront of her and closes her eyes. hiting the floor with a thump and a bump of her head.
"oooh stupid laces"
she leans up on her elbo's and looks at her skatered belongings laying all over the floor.suddenly she felt it... a tingling in her nose getting stronger and stronger then she sneezes a loud
"ACHOOOOO "
as she lets the sneeze go she seen the antiqe vase sitting on a small table fall to the floor and shatter into a thousand little pieces as the table underneath it disapeared to be replaced by a large bull frog that hoped over to the couche and then underneath it. after seeing this happen Cara let her head fall back to the floor and thumped her forhead against the hard wood.
" here 5 minutes and already 3 accidents."
getting up she left her belongings scatered across the floor asn she dove towards the couche and sitting on her knee's she trys to reach fat frog underneath.
"oh come on you leaping slime ball.. get out from under there." grabing the frog she stands up and gathers he belongings from the floor. and trudges up the stairs to a room with the door open. walking into the brightly lit room and lots of large windows letting the afternoon sun in she looks around just to be sure no one had already taken it. settingher bag on the bed she walks over to a small fat vase . taking the flowers out of it she dumps the from in.
" you'll just have to stay there until i can figure out what to do with you"
just then her orange tabby comes into the room letting out a long meow and stretching she jumps up on the bed and curls into a ball on the pillow looking decidedly board. Cara looks around her new room. there are plenty of windows three looking out over the back yard with a large window seat with lots of pillows on it. there where another two windows facing out over the side street. there was no carpet but that didn'nt bother her at all. the bed looked comftorable with a large comfetore and an abundance of pillows and a small love seat and chair across the room. the dressor with a large mirror over it stood across from the bed and a small fire place by the sitting area. the room was white with yellow trim even the bed was accented in yellow. it was the perfect room for her. unpacking her clothes she sttled into her new home.

Igor Prachettinnovic

His father was a surgeon (and butler, and evil henchman,) His grandfather was a surgeon (and butler and evil henchman) and his great grandfather before him was a surgeon (and butler and evil henchman) Generations of Igors had been surgeons (and butlers and evil henchmen) it was his legacy to continue the family tradition they told him.

"Itth in your blood" they all said as the watched him pack up his surgical instruments, before heading off to polish his natural talents in the Mad-Med program at Transylvania University.

Igor Prachettinovic didn't relish the thought of spending more time around cadavers, he just wanted to tread the boards, secretly enrolling in acting classes when he registered for the semester.

"Yeth, itth in my blood, and my head and in athorted platheth all over my body." he sighed. Igor's family tended to recycle useful pieces of anatomy, always looking to upgrade. For if not self-made, they tended to be self-improved men.

"Thankfully thomewhere along the way father dithcovered a knack for plathtic thurgery or I would have become jutht another thcar covered monthrothity like the retht of the family." He thought with relief.

Igor looked down at the piece of paper he held in his hand from the Registrar's office. He had received his first choice of living quarters. Even he had to admit that the name Castle Dracula stirred things inside of him, even if some of those things had once belonged to weird uncles and cousins.

He stood at the base of the hill and looked up at the large mansion that would serve as his home for the next few years. Even though the sky was a brilliant blue filled with only friendly cotton candy clouds, a freak burst of lightning struck the previously unnoticed lightning rod on the roof of the house. He sighed, as the Igor within recognized the possibilities. "I wonder if anyone hath laid claim to the attic thuite."

He knew medicine would have to pay his bills until he could realize his dreams. A workshop that could conveniently summon lightning was a prize not to be refused. Besides, he could always practice his scenes and choreography in the extra space.

Igor proceeded up to the mansion, the sounds of a large barking dog and a crash from within spoke to his heart, his instincts told him he was in the right place. The door was ajar so he stepped into the entrance hall. A young lady was preoccupied with something under the couch. "Good day Mith," he greeted her, but apparently she did not hear him.

Igor struggled for a moment, fighting back the instinctive urge to carry her belongings upstairs, "I am not here to be a thervent! I am here to thtudy, to thing and to danth!" he reminded himself. He headed up one of the two wall hugging staircases that curled to the floor above. Pairs of doors faced each other down the length of hall in either direction.

Igor puzzled for a moment before heading to the end of the hall. He opened the door and found the stairs to the attic. Arriving at the top, he was pleasantly surprised to see that he was not the first to consider this part of the house as living quarters. Previous tenants had finished off the attic quite nicely.

The stairs leading up to the attic finished along the wall of one side of a spacious common room. It had a fireplace on the side opposite the stairs. The furnishings were surprisingly lavish. Matching armchairs bracketed the fireplace. A large inviting sofa complemented the pair. A good sized round table and chairs would be handy for spreading out work papers.

In addition to a broad open common room, there were what appeared to be three additional rooms and a bathroom. He dropped his medical gear in the smallest room; it would serve as a fine workshop and laboratory, he looked out the window to see the grounding wire from the lightning rod only a few feet away. "Built in power thupply, oneth I tap into it of courth" he mused.

Claiming the room next door as his own he quickly put away his personal effects in the closet and dresser. One of his windows overlooked part of the campus, the other faced the front walk. he opened them both and enjoyed the light breeze. Looking out over the campus.

Igor spied the drain pipe, about two feet away from the window. "Private entranth, I like that!" he chuckled. For in addition to their more practical talents, Igors were great climbers! Centuries of fleeing torch and pitchfork carrying mobs had blessed them with many survival skills.

Igor crossed the common room to peek into the remaining room. "Thomeone will be very happy with thith choith!" he thought looking at the spacious bedroom complete with sitting area and French doors leading to what he presumed to be a balcony overlooking the back yard.

He returned to the small room and began sorting through his medical gear and supplies. "A playth for everthing." he mumbled to himself .

After putting all her belongings away in the proper places. or atleast what would be proper to Cara.Anyone that knew her would not be surpprised to walk into her room and see a converted plant basket hanging from the ceiling for her cats bed.Or to see her shoes neatly lined up ontop of her dresser along with a veriety of strange looking bottles.Her bottles of paints and brushes sitting on her nightstand table.Changing her clothes into a bright red and orange summer dress with green and red socks with her favorite pink boots.pushing her hair back she left her room and decided to explore the castle.

Walking down the stairs Cara found her way to the kitchen.Deciding to have a little snack Cara looks through the fridge and grabs up a carrot. " MMM just what i needed.So nice of them to provide food for us." Talking to herself she walks out of the back door.The yard was beutiful, very large with tree's and rose bushes all over the places.Of course there was a small flower garden to the back of the yard.

Then she see's it. A DOG!! in the yard. with a little gasp "oh no" Cara slowly walkbackwards towards the door. her legs shaking with each step she took. r
Reaching behind her she grasps the door knob and begins to turn it.Just then the large if beutiful shepard turns and pins her to the spot.With a little screech Cara toss's her half eaten carrot at the dog.It flys to the far left of the dog and hits a bush before falling to the ground.

Turning around to fast Cara trips over her own feet and lands with a thump on her hip.Still she never let her eyes leave the dog.Scrambling back her heart beating wildly she try's oonce again to get the door knob to turn and let her in.When it doesn't bundge she slams her back to the door "nice dooooooo" She found the doggie door.Her head and shoulders falling through the doggie door Cara scrambles to get the rest of her way in only to have her hips get stuck.

No matter how she tryed to wiggle or turn she just could not get her hips past the opening. " oooh please dont bite me now dog.. im not a bad person really. no no i dont deserve to be be bitten not at all!!"
Her voice rising with each word until she was nearly yelling by the time she finished.

Finally her hips slide through the doggie door.Cara jumps to her feet and races for the kitched door to block the dog in the kitchen should he decide to enter.Leaning against the door panting for breath her heart racing. " wow that was close.They could have warned us there would be a wild animal in the yard sheesh"

Going to the living room she flops down on a large couche and pulls her legs up under her.Grabbing a small book off the coffee table she flips through it.

There are many advantages to being a werewolf. Phil / Fido already knew more about the house, its neighbours, and the two people who had just moved in than a normal would have found out in a month.

The shed down the back of the garden - well, those weren't ordinary mushrooms growing in the back corner. Nor was he going to sit on the bench until it had been thoroughly disinfected - it was very private though, and surrounded by roses, probably quite romantic for those who saw them as the symbol of love and not as a prickly toilet.

There was a frat house on the other side of the twelve foot gorse hedge - nothing else in the world gave off that odour of stale vomit, testosterone, and repressed homosexuality. The other side was probably a sorority, expensive perfumes, fussy garden plants, and mid-range red wine.

A woman had come in to the garden when he was busy exploring, but the pungent scent of fear gave him a pretty clear message that she wouldn't be too keen for him to introduce himself at the moment.

Once she had scrambled back inside, he caught a distinct whiff of formaldehyde and other interesting chemicals, probably wafting out of the attic. His rich uncle Charles had a butler who smelt a bit like that (although Igor was a lot heavier on the battery acid and definately didn't use eucalyptus scented bath soap)

The problem with being a teenage werewolf, however, is that even when you had dealt with all the other problems of puberty - acne, breaking voice, hair growing where it shouldn't (although this was much less of a problem when you were born as part of a three pup litter than for those squealing pink things humans had), etc - after you grew up and became a thriving twenty year old you still raging hormones that definately caused a problem with the change process.

Phil had it mostly under control now, gone were the days when he'd just pop off at random, but if he was stressed, or excited, or the moon was full, or, well, any number of things, he might find himself dropping onto all fours involuntarily.

He sighed, not something a German shepherd normally does, even a very fine looking blonde one with the classic black stripe down his back and big pointy ears (all the better to hear you with), and big pointy teeth (all the better to bite things with), and a big pointy...

Phil shut off that line of thought, he wanted to get back inside the house, get dressed and meet his new flatmates, and not spend the next half hour squeezing under hedges to try and find some dumb bitch. He slipped back in through the doors, thankful for his groundfloor room, and padded over to the built in doggie-drinking fountain (it's right next to the sink in most houses). All that squirrel chasing had made him thirsty.

Vlad E. M. Paler

He strode up the walk to the front door in an air of aloof disinterest, though in fact he was abundently aware of his surroundings. Well over six foor tall and clothed in dark clothes including a cape, ( his wardrobe was something he had to work on) and a broad brimmed hat. Stopping outside the door for a moment he took in the odur of the roses, ewww, And then resolutlely walked to the door, using the knocker with perhaps more than precisely required exuberance, he awaited someone to open it.

If anyone inside heard him they did not answer the door, and so Vlad sighed shrugged his shoulders and opened it himself. He walked in and taking in his surroundings he noted something immediatly, with his new found independence from the addiction that had held him in thrall for so many years he had aquired a much stronger olfactory sense, he could smell things.

He smelled a female within fairly close quarters, and his nether regions responded immediatly and fairly substantially, he closed his cape around his mid section to hide his urgency. Looking around Vlad saw the the house master approaching him with a bit of trepidation.

"Are you, ahhh Mr. Paler?"

Turning sharply on the poor man who seemed to be having a rather nerve racking day, he said sharply, "what if I am?"

"Ahh nothing much really sir, it is just that your bed arrived and is in your room, in the basement as you requested, most unusual not many undergrads ask for the basement."

"What of it, I am in civil engineering, tunnels, locks, mines that sort of thing it suits me," and then leaning down to the poor man's face he asked icily, "is that a problem for you?"

"Oh no sir no problem," he answered shivering somewhat, "your bed seemed a bit narrow I assume it is one of those IKea kits, I could help you put it together."

Vlad was edgy on a good day and the scent of a nearby female had made him even more so and without warning he grasped the unfortunate house master around the neck raising him up to his face level, "are you making a homosexual advance on me you, ...you,......... what are you?"

"Oh no sir I just want to help thats all, I am the housemaster, please sir put me down I am having trouble breathing."

Vlad remembered his breathing exercises then and did as the house master requested taking in as much oxygen as he possibly could in an attempt to calm down, and perhaps a bit unceromoniously, droped him to the floor.

"Well sir I see you need no help from me, I am Boris, feel free to call on me anytime," then noting a rather angry look on Vlad's face he added, "I mean for anything to do with the building or the school sir that's all, none of that other stuff you know."

Vlad only nodded and then looking about looked back at the unfortunate Boris, with raised eyebrows........

"Oh sir through that door, and down the stairs and the first door you see, on your right it has a big mushroom on it. We used to grow mushrooms down there but moved them out to the shed when you asked for that room."

He nodded and stepped over Boris going through the door and down the stairs noting not unhappily that the cellar was dank and musty, and opening the door Boris told him he looked about and seeing the crate with his bed in it smiled and removed his cape. He no longer had to hide his agravation, but he needed some relief and so set about to some personal manipulation, but he could still smell the female.

On the main floor Boris had retired to his own room muttering, "they don't pay me enough for this shit, and dealing with all these freaks."

(I would suggest that Boris is free for anyone to use as they will)

sitting on the couch in the large living room Cara heard someone knocking on the door and started to get up to answer the door when that nice mister boris slowly walked by and told her would would see to it. she heard the door open and sweet mister boris talking with someone.

geting up Cara walked to the front entrance where mister Boris was getting up off the floor and straitening his tie. as he turned and walked past Cara heard him mumbling about freaks as he entered his room. it stung to hear someone she thought was so nice say something so auwfull,swallowing her hurt feelings she looked pver to the door that had closed a few minutes ago.

" i thought that was the cellar." feeling a bit confused but still excited about getting to meet one of her new room mates Cara aproached the door and knocked softly once then changed her mind and thought maybe she should give the new arrival some time to settle in before she intruded on them.

turning she went up the stairs and to her room grabing her cetch pad and pencils she headed to the library. walking into the large room she could smell new books bound in leather and furniture pollish. looking around Cara was surprised at the number of books that where on the shelves. they lined every wall. nearly to the ceiling. with very large windows that let in the mid day sunshine. there where a few tables with lamps on them and 2 desks with computers sitting on them. setting her supplys on the closest table Cara moved to the closest book shelf. running her fingers over the binds.

pulling out a book or poems Cara sat in a large over stuffed chair and kicking her boots off she pulled her feet under her and was soon lost in the book.the sun was starting to set when she finally looked up from her book and she was shocked to realize that she had been sitting here reading for so long.

Carmen

Given a choice, Carmen Alucard would have chosen Mount Holyoake or Seton Hall for her studies, but the look on her father's face and the way he'd backed off as if she'd held up a cross, gave her pause. Daddy was, after all, footing the bill. How bad could things be at Transylvania University?

Carmen kept a tight grip on Percy as she knocked and let herself into the frat house. Her luggage would be delivered later -- most likely after dark.

Both of her parents had admonished her to seek out a cellar room (it will feel more like home, dear, they'd added), and she just might have if there had been someone around. Seeing that there wasn't, however, Carmen began to explore -- the upstairs.

Pausing on the second floor landing, she peered down the hallway before continuing her climb, not stopping to explore until she reached the third. Carmen really should have started in the kitchen, she realized. There were dumbwaiters positioned strategically along the corridor between the open doors that led to unoccupied suites. Which meant, she grinned to herself, there would be a servants' staircase leading to the area of the mansion where she intended to hunker down.

"yip yip yip" exclaimed Percy, jumping from her arms to sniff the feet of a dusty suit of armor before christening it and wagging his little pompom-tipped tail proudly.

"Good puppy wuppy!" Carmen schmoozed as a panel in the wall slid open. "You found the attic stairs!"

Spider webs and dark, narrow steps aside, she had hopes for what she'd find up there. Undoubtedly she'd have the entire area to herself.

******

Carmen peered through the railing as her head rose above floor level. It was even more perfect than she'd dared to dream! Shiny floors, skylights... SUNSHINE! But what was... she sniffed and sniffed again, her delicate nose wrinkling at the scent of formaldahyde that seemed to be the air freshener du jour.

"Hello? Hellllllllohhhhhhhhhh!" she called out quietly, her eyes fixating on an open door.

"Pink!!" she cried out, bounding into the room that had been designed with her in mind. Pink. Everything was pink. Carmen swirled around happily before throwing open the French doors and stepping out onto a balcony that gave her a perfect view of the back yard... and a ferocious looking dog that was looking up at her. "Uh oh, Percy. This isn't Romania any more."

There was a part of Phil that was disgusted he was drinking from the toilet, but really, it was the same as the tap water, and much more convenient when you had paws.

Phil always found it easier to control his return to human shape than becoming canine, not like his uncle Bowser who was basically a dog who ocassionally managed to walk on two legs.

Fido shook and twitched, and jumped in the air, and then suddenly, Phil Dorian was standing in his bathroom. Naked, of course, only gay dogs wear clothing, but he needed a shower anyway.

The water was hot, the shower head powerful, and the drain nice and wide so stray hairs wouldn't get stuck there. All up, a pretty good shower.

He wandered out into his room - after waking up naked on someone's lawn a few times most werewolves get a pretty relaxed attitude to being naked - grabbed a towel from his bag, dried off, and pulled on some sweatpants and his U of T Ultimate shirt (go flying ninja monkeys - they'd taken some heat from administration about not using the official mascot, but who really wanted to be a "fighting accountant"?).

"Time to meet the freaks" he said to his reflection and grinned, revealing some rather well kept, and pointy, teeth. He ran a hand through his floppy blonde hair, and started to wander round the house, looking to meet people, or sentient things, whoever Housing had roomed him with this year.

It couldn't be much worse than last year - a bona fide swampthing, a Yeti who didn't speak a word of English, and a god damn Law student. Swampy was all right, especially after Phil introduced him to commercial strength air freshener, Yeti eventually learned to make chewbacca noises, but if he got another law student, Phil would have to rip someone's throat out.

Igor

Igor paused from sorting his belongings. As he looked around his makeshift lab he was pleased. The bed had been dismantled and converted into a sturdy table; springs from the mattress formed braces to secure unwilling patients. His collection of specimens and spare parts had been neatly arranged on the desk which was to serve as his new workbench.

Igor was leaning out the window about to tap into the lightning rod's grounding wire when he heard a nervous: "Ahem, um sir?"

Igor ducked back in the window and turned to see the nervous houseman, Boris, standing in the doorway holding a clipboard. "Yeth, what ith it?" he asked as he looked over the poor fellow.

"You must be Mr. Prachettinovic." he stated, poking one of the jars on the desk, only to have every eyeball floating in the fluid stare at him rather pointedly. "er... I believe you have your things in two rooms."

"Tho what if I do have my thingth in two roomth. I need the thpace to work on thchool projecth. I obviouthly can't thleep in here with my paithientth!" Igor reasoned. "Bethideth it ithin't ath if I took the largetht room in the houth!"

Boris's face screwed up tightly in concentration as he puzzled out Igor's remarks.

Igor studied the little man a bit and came to a decision: "I can fith that you know...thort of even thingth out for you if you with." Igor crossed the room to stand in front of Boris; he took an ear in each hand and gently tugged on the lobes. "Yeth, I thought tho. Your left ear ith thlightly higher than your right... just a thmall cut here and then reattach it there... thoon you will make the ladieth thwoon!"

Boris nervously gripped and regripped his clipboard before uttering: "n-n-no thank you, g-g-go ahead and keep both rooms." He then fled the room leaving Igor to return to his work.

Igor shrugged and began humming to himself as he returned to the window. "Thuch a nithe little man, too bad he ith tho nervouth." he thought. He straddled the ledge again and finished connecting his wire to the ground. "That doeth it!

He looked out his window to see the backyard. Igor thought he caught a glimpse of a large dog approaching the house before his eyes were drawn to a group of sorority girls sunning themselves in the backyard of the house next store. "MMMM Nith! you don't thee THAT much at home." he thought. "I might pick up thome thpare change fixing nothe jobth thith year."

"Hello? Hellllllllohhhhhhhhhh!"

His thoughts were interrupted by a woman's cheerful voice outside his lab.

"Pink!!" He heard the woman continue.

Igor laid down his gear, wiped his hands clean and slipped out of the lab. Standing, no twirling, in the middle of the pink room, was a woman dressed in pink holding a small dog. Igor had to keep blinking his eyes to keep from losing track of her. The assault of the Barbie camouflage was a bit much for even Igor's eyes.

Sidling up to her doorway in the way that only generations of servitude can breed, he introduced himself: "Hello Mith, my name... ith Igor Prachettinovic, you humble thervant." he bows for her in his best theatrical style, holding back his imaginary cape and sweeping his nonexistent hat.

As he set things to right in his room, that is he set his bed up, and put his clothes in the wardrobe. Then he paused his head turning quickly almost spasticly back and forth, he could smell the female again, quite nearby, then a soft knocking at the heavy door at the top of the stairs, and then nothing she must have withdrew.

Sighing he finished his unpacking and then decided to go back to the main floor, but when he was half way up the stairs he caught another scent, definitly female but different from the other, he stopped sniffing the air as he looked about. He emerged into the air of the main floor, and looked about noting yet another scent, a sort of canine odour but not quite, "werewolf" he muttered, "things are looking up."

Then seeing nothing else to hold his attention he attempted to find the direction taken by one of the two feminine scents, one seemed to go upstairs and the other, the first one ahh yes the first one in the, he turned first this way and then that, and suddenly honed in on the library, yes that one was closest, he wondered if this would prove to be a fruitful encounter.

Moving across the floor softly like a rumour he opened the library door which led to a large room lit by several large windows. he could stand sunlight these days but sometimes like now when it caught him unawares he would be taken aback by it.

Covering his face and saying someting aloud that sounded like,"eyoowwwwww" Vlad stepped back for a moment, forgetting the female he had smelled, breifly, as he recovered his composure.

so lost in her book she did not hear anyone aproaching Cara was startled by the strange "eyoowwwwww" with a yelp the book went flying from her hands only to hit the antiqe lam that had been siting on a table next to her. the lamp crashed to the floor shatering into tiny little fragments.

her heart beating wildly Cara looking to the man covering his face then to the once lovely lamp now laying in in tiny peices all over the floor.
"ooh no,look what i have done" getiing out of the chair she kneeled down on the floor and started gathering up as much as she could of the broken lamp.
as she scooped up what was left of the lamp into a small pile infront of her she looked up to the man still standing outside of the door way.

" you could come in i dont bite." scooping up the broken glass in her hands she felt one of the sliver dig into her tender palm. dumping the shards on the table closest to her she examined her palm. " dang it i can't see where it went in." with a sigh Cara went on picking up the broekn lamp wondering if the silent man in the hall was ever going to come in. after all this was partly his fault for scareing the be jeebers out of her.

After recovering from his momentary shock at the sudden sunlight Vlad looked at the young lady on the floor her shapely rump in the air as she gathered, or rather tried to gather the shards of glass.

He licked his lips just a little as he observed the way her backside moved as if to some unheard rythym, only she could discern.

" you could come in i dont bite." When she said this he did as he was asked moving over to her and saying, "Leave that, the houseman will clear it up."

He towered over Cara and offered his hand to her to help her up, which she accepted and noted his hand was dry and very very cold. He stared at her for a brief moment trying to think of some suitable comment to make when Boris the houseman came in since he had heard the crash while he was on the stairs. Sighing he said "let me clear that up."

"See," said Vlad his mission in life is to serve, so let him serve while we grow better aquainted .

Boris nervously cleaned up the mess and removed the debris, casting a wary eye on Vlad as he worked. When he left Vlad turned to Cara and said, " I am Vlad D. M. Paler, late of, ......er central Europe, and who are you my charming little one?"

Cara was about to dump the glass from her hand into a waste bascket when Vlad moved into the room standing over cara as she was kneeling on the floor "Leave that, the houseman will clear it up."

looking up at the giant of a man Cara was surprised as she stood. " im always breaking things. the poor house man did not know what he was getting into when he took this job im afriad." standing her full hieght of 5ft 10 inches she was surprised to see this man was even taller than she was. her chin just reaching to his chest. it was rare indeed to find someone that was taller than she was. when he offered her his hand she automaticly took it. his hand was so dry and very cold.

just as she was about to introduce herself Boris the houseman came in since he had heard the crash while he was on the stairs. Sighing he said "let me clear that up." See," said Vlad his mission in life is to serve, so let him serve while we grow better aquainted .

Boris nervously cleaned up the mess and removed the debris, casting a wary eye on Vlad as he worked.
looking towards boris Cara offered him an apologetic smile "im afriad i did it again mr. boris. i am sorry you know. thee things just happen around me."

boris offered a few mumbled words as he cleaned that Cara just could not make out. when boris had finished and left the room cara looked back to the tall man beside her. smiling she indicated the other chair "why dont we sit down." once they where both seated in their chairs cara turned her body so she was facing this strange if handsome man.

" I am Vlad D. M. Paler, late of, ......er central Europe, and who are you my charming little one?" Cara turning pink replyedd in a soft voice with her head down looking at her folded hands in her lap. " im Cara DuCrane. its nice to meet you Vlad. your the first person i have met since coming here besides a beast of a dog out back and of course mr.boris. ooh and there was a frog. but i dont think he really counts becuase he was a table before i got here. " the blush deepening on her cheeks Cara began to laugh " my but i am babbling like a ninny."

" my but i am babbling like a ninny."

Smiling his most charming Vlad looked at Cara intensely staring at her face as if he was trying tio see inside her, this seemed to make her a bit nervous so he said, "your babbling, as you call it is like the mountain waters rushing down the Transylvanian Alps, in a hurry, rushing, but beautiful to see and hear, I like your babbling."

Then in as offhanded a manner as he could muster Vlad asked nonchalantly, "so do you have aroom yet, mine is in the cellar I like it dark I take mostly night classes."

Then as if an afterthough Vlad stood without a word walking over to a small record player that was probably there to play the records from the collection on one of the shelves. Taking one out and examining the cover, while Cara watched seemingly puzzled, he put it on the turntable and seconds later the rather long protracted introduction to Straus's Voices Of Spring waltz began.

He turned quickly and walked over to Cara saying to her "I like Straus he was a fun guy, care to dance?"

"your babbling, as you call it is like the mountain waters rushing down the Transylvanian Alps, in a hurry, rushing, but beautiful to see and hear, I like your babbling."feeling very flustered with the attention Vlad was paying to her Cara fidgeted a little in her seat.

he must have felt how nervouse Cara was becoming becuase he suddenly changed the subject.Vlad asked nonchalantly, "so do you have aroom yet, mine is in the cellar I like it dark I take mostly night classes." and sudenly before she could answer he was up and examening the records on the shelf.
" uh well yes i have a room upstairs on the second floor. oh really i have an art history class at night also. it's all the way across campus but i am really looking forward to it."

watching as he placed the record on the player Cara smiled when she when seconds later the rather long protracted introduction to Straus's Voices Of Spring waltz began. "I like Straus he was a fun guy, care to dance?" taking his offered hand so cool and smooth in her own "it's lovely Vlad. but ......did you just say you liked him? how is that possible?"

placing her hand on his shoulder. " i dont know if i should be dancing. as you seen i am rather uuh clumsy.. you could get hurt doing this." laughing merrily at her own joke, as she felt his other hand slip around her waist.

Vlad listened to her little joke and said to her as she laughed at it, "your laughter is the voice of spring, warm and welcoming after the harsh winter."

Cara was right however, she was clumsy, but with Vlad leading they seemed to get around the room okay, and soon he had her whirling around like a dance instructor, when she asked again, "you spoke as if you knew Straus didn't he die a long time ago?"
"Only a little over a century ago not long at all, his father Johann senior had no sense of humour at all, but his brothers were okay."

Cara seemed puzzled that he spoke of the long dead as if they were aquaintences, which actually they were along with a number of other musicians and many somewhat less savoury characters.

Vlad was enjoying himself immensly, when Boris came in, and when no one paid him any attention he said very loudly, "AHEM,."

Stopping suddenly Vlad whose mood changed as fast as he turned asked, ":what is it you silly little man?"

"Ah just that if you were wondering dinner will be served in the dining room soon."

"I eat alone," said Vlad almost sadly, but then he asked, "is there a half bottle of Champagne available?"

"Yes sir but only Krug, nothing really fine."

Krug will do would you please bring it with some ice and perhaps a few canape's for my friend here, put it on my account." Vlad was happy to find out that at least Boris knew something of food and wine, and in his turn Boris was happy to discover how to please Vlad .

The champagne arrived just as the the Voices Of Spring ended and the Emperor Waltz began it's long protracted beginning. Boris expertly removed the cork, and poured the champagne into one glass but when he went to pour it into another Vlad raised his hand saying, "no," and then to the puzzled looks of both Boris and Cara he answered "addiction issues you see."

They both nodded knowingly, as he waited while Cara sipped her champagne and munched the appetizers Boris had brought in. When they resumed the dance more elegantly this time as Caras seemed to have found her feet somewhat two things were apparent, Cara was giddy from the Champagne, and Vlad was very, very, aroused which Cara noticed as she danced close with him.

Cara couldn't help but enjoy the sweet taste of the Champagne as she siped it. as she finished nibbling at the appitizers that Vlad had ordered.
" it's really very good." poping the last little bite into her mought she offered a bright smile.

the Champagne was giving her the strangest feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Cara also noticed she felt much more relaxed now.
looking up at Vlad witha little laugh." it seems that drinking makes me less clumsy Vlad." her laughter filled the room as he spun her around the room until the music ended.

sitting in one of the big chairs her chest heaving as she tryed to catch her breath." oh Vlad i have not had so much fun in such a long time. thank you for this" she would have gone on but as she was about to speak the sound of foot steps coming down the stairs interupted her.

looking to Vlad she whispered excitedly " the others must be going to dinner."
then looking to the door and back to Vlad " you know im not all that hungry"

then looking to the door and back to Vlad " you know im not all that hungry"

"Vlad looked towards the hasll and then towards Cara, saying, "I am very hungry."

"Oh are you, well we can go and eat if you wish"

Shaking his head Vlad said to her, `my hunger, is the hunger of the ages, the hunger of desire, the hunger for that which all men seek, I hunger for that sweet fruit only you could feed me."

Vlad stood over her with a half smile awaiting her answer.

Shaking his head Vlad said to her, `my hunger, is the hunger of the ages, the hunger of desire, the hunger for that which all men seek, I hunger for that sweet fruit only you could feed me."

giggling Cara looks into his eyes.leaning up on her tip toes and balancing herself with her hands on his shoulders she whispered so that only he could hear her." Vlad i get the feeling your trying to siduce me."

laying her head on his large chest Cara closed her eyes." is it me or is the room spinning Vlad?" feeling his large hands on her back Cara could not help but take comfort in the cool strength of them.

Vlad looked down at the head on his chest and said, "of course I am trying to seduce you, is this in any way offensive?" When she didn't answer he went on, "you could of course invite me to your room where we could have some privacy, I would inviite you to mine but my bed is only a single, a very small single actually."

Just then Boris looked in saying, "supper is being served and we have your special diet prepared for you Mr Paler, so come through if you would hopefully the others will be inshortly as well.

Cara could swear she heard Vlad growl deeply but quietly inside his chest, but for some reason he said politley to Boris, "very well we will be there momentarily."

When he left Vlad placed onof his hands under her chin raising her chin up and looking straight into her eyes said, "everythng in it's own time my little one, fiirst we eat supper then perhaps we dine on the feast of Bacchus."

"of course I am trying to seduce you, is this in any way offensive?" When she didn't answer he went on, "you could of course uinvite me to your room where we could have some privacy, I would inviite you to mine but my bed is only a single, a very small single actually."

cara could not keep the laugh from coming " poor Vlad. what a large man to have such a tiny little bed. do your feet hang off the end of the tiny thing?" suddenly unable to contain her mirth anylonger she began to laugh.

Just then Boris looked in saying, "supper is being served and we have your special diet prepared for you Mr Paler, so come through if you would hopefully the others will be inshortly as well.
looking at boris fron under her lashes as she lay her cheek against vlads large chest she gave the poor man a look of agrivasion." boris dear you are so anoying at times"

when she stoped speaking she could swear she heard Vlad growling. actually growling.. the sound rumbled deep inside his chest under her ear. but instead of snaping at poor boris who still stood in the door way looking at the two of them. Vlad said very politely "very well we will be there momentarily."

boris giving a slight bow turned and left the room. Cara felt Vlads cool hand under her chin. when she was looking into his eyes she felt completely naked and usualy that would make her very uncomftorable but not to night. thinking to herself later while she lay in her bed with her cat she would wonder about this. but not now. now all she could think of was what this man could make her feel with just a single look.

"everythng in it's own time my little one, fiirst we eat supper then perhaps we dine on the feast of Bacchus."
smiling and nodingher head in agreement. cara felt his arm slip around her back as she turned to walk to the door. " perhaps your right. maybe i will feel more myself after eating a bit. will you be joining us after all Vlad?"
they had steped into the hall and could hear the sounds of the other students taking their seats at the dinning table.

she never forgets a hump...

"My name is Carmen," she said shyly, extending her hand to the man who had introduced himself as Igor Prachettinovic. There was something oddly... familiar... about him, though she was loath to make any presumptions. Something about his eyes, she decided finally as Percy leapt from her arms and ran out of the room.

"Percy!" Carmen called after her her pup and made to rush after him but was once again captivated by the rosy-hued room in which she stood. "It's purrrrfect!" she enthused, the wonderment of it all bringing a large, toothy smile to her face.

Realizing that this might be disconcerting to her new friend, she covered her mouth and giggled nervously. "Don't you think, Igor?"

Igor shrugged noncommitally, his hump seeming to shift as he did so. "Iths thertainly... pink."

Carmen nodded enthusiastically and blushed, not wanting him to think she wasn't interested in his own accommodations. "What color is your room?"

The sound of a bell tinkling in the distance distracted Igor and set Percy to yipping wildly as he dashed back into the room and jumped into Carmen's outstretched arms where he whined in a high pitched tone while quivering like an aspen leaf. "Oh, my poor sweetie weetie," she cooed. "Did sumpin scare my baby waby?"

Igor watched entranced as the dog's pompom tipped tail waggled furiously, the bow at its base a pinkish blur. "It mutht be thupper time," he offered with a shrug. "It would be my honor if you would accompany me."

Carmen smiled at him, making certain to keep her lips closed over her prominent incisors. He was such a gentleman and Transylvania U. was going to be more fun than she had ever hoped. Twirling one long and shockingly pink pigtail around her fingers, she nodded and accepted Igor's proffered arm.

"Thmelth delithiouth," he grinned as they descended to the main floor of the frat house and made their way into the dining room.

"I hope... " Carmen's eyes widened and rolled up into her head as she fainted dead away, her last conscious thought being the sight of a very rare roast set in the center of the table.

Phil started salivating when he heard the bell. It was probably the succulent smell of meat rather than the bell himself, but ever since he'd heard the story about Pavlov, he was never quite sure.

Still, Pavlov had learned his lesson when he tried to experiment on a werewolf by mistake. The story was that for the next few days, old Ivan only rang his bell whenever he passed wind. Centuries of persecution have given werewolves a rather, direct, approach to problems.

Phil remembered his fathers last words as he left the family home in Uberwald for university. His mother had given him a tearful speech and tucked another rat on a stick into his luggage before picking his brother up by the scruff of his neck and going inside. His father accompanied him to the gate (specially designed to swing open at the push of a nose, as were most of the gates around here).

"Now remember son, don't get any bitches in trouble, and that goes for the four legged ones as well. Hur Hur". Mister Dorian's sense of humour was as ponderous and earthy as the man himself who, even on two legs, bore more than a passing resemblence to a great Dane (not Hamlet, the four legged kind). He continued with his fatherly advice

"And if anyone thinks they're better than you, remember that you're Philidelphius MacDougal Arthur Lassie Alsatian Dorian and each of those names is a traditonal name of our people and worthy of pride. Except Arthur, that's your aunt's pinkie husband but he did save my life once and is a pretty good bloke even if he doesn't eat meat and can't hold anything in his mouth. But if anyone thinks that they are better than you, remember what your name is, look them in the eye, and rip thier freaking throat out!"

Phil pushed open the door to the dining room and strode in. Looking around he noticed an Igor (handy to have around, even if you're not sure who the hand belonged to), a dipsy looking girl in funny clothes, a vampire who seemed to have stepped straight out of John Dracula's school for conspicuously vampiric young gentlemen, and some sort of pink frilly monster crawling on the floor.

Phil had seen a lot of different people, some very different, in his two years at U of T, but he'd never even heard of pink frilly monsters.

He couldn't eat it, it didn't look like something he could breed with, and didn't trust it enough to urinate on it. That left one option in the primitive part of his werewolf mind.

His hackles went up, and he curled his lips back revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and he growled softly. He managed to mostly choke off the growl and turn his snarl into a smile, and nobody could really tell where the hackles were on a person anyway.

The only person who could have noticed his momentary reaction was another werewolf, or, "Yap yap yapitty yap" a small beribboned lapdog? Phil was momentarily confused, but then looked at the dog, more amused than anything else. One advantage of being a werewolf was the ability to give dogs looks that spoke volumes, or at least sentences.

Oh really, do you seriously think you're the alpha fucking male here? Shut up and sit down.

"Yap Yap Yappity Grrrrrr"

I don't give a crap what "mummy" says. I'm much bigger than you, my teeth are sharper, and I'm not wearing enough ribbons to outfit an entire batallion of six year old girls. Shut up or I throw you outside.

That sorted, Phil looked at everyone else and grinned, exposing his big white toothy smile.

"Hello folks. I'm Phil Dorian, junior, psychology, captain of the ultimate frisbee team and cruiserweight on the wrestling squad. Welcome to The House. The meat's getting cold."

He remembered to pick up the carving knife and fork, he wasn't at home now, humans, or human shaped things, got rather envious and nervous if you ripped meat off the bone with your teeth.

Phil began tearing chunks of meat off the roast quickly and efficiently and waited for everyone else to introduce themselves. The House had never stood on formality, well except according when Barney (Class of the Year Of The Deceitful Rabbit) wanted it. Nobody, but nobody, ever argued with an eight foot tall purple tyranosaurus on a full ride basketball and football scholarship. Even the most foolhardy Stoker was smarter than that, and those zealots were pretty determined to try and drive out all the abnormals from ther university.

walking into the dining room and taking a seat Cara took note of the nasty looking rare roast sitting in the middle of the table. feeling her stomache begin to turn and roll. Cara instantly looked down at her empty plate before her.

hearing two more people enter the room along with a yipping dog or at least she thought it was a dog. the woman was talking to a strange looking man as she entered. but suddenly she went down hitting the floor in a dead faint.
seeing this for some reason that Cara could not manage to figure out she found this situation extremely funny and began to laugh. " ooh i am soory. is she alright?" still giggling Cara stood and looked over the large table at the woman laying on the floor in a pool of pink with the funny looking dog dancing around her before settling on her chest where it began to howl rather anoyingly.