Jonas wasn't a genius-child, only age thirteen and attending the University at night. He was in fact a six-hundred-sixty-nine-year-old vampire. Sure, once upon a time he had been a genius-child[/I, after all, he hadn't been sired for his [I]looks. But after more than six-hundred years of learning, knowing almost every single known language wasn't much to brag about.

Still, though, I'll be smarter than all these little runts. And what with my fake papers, nobody should bother me. And it will be nice to be going back to University.

With a sigh, the young-looking vampire sat down on one of the benches out-side of the college, waiting for his first class to near.