Our Hearts Don't Beat Like Their's!

Frank stood in his classroom. His hair was longer, jaw length and darker then the night. Though he didn't look a day over 21. Frank taught advanced human breeding; he also taught human torture and deception. Both classes he loves, both classes difficult and both intense. Though the students that take the classes were the best of the best. Frank himself was almost royalty with his talent. He could do anything. Well almost anything.

Frank had spent the last week or so setting up his classroom. He had three rooms. The main classroom with a black board. A lab that was lighted with bicycle lamps. The third room was a dungeon per-say. Always with the most recent in technology. Frank started to write on the board the first assignments for each class. In all cases it was back to back classes.

Frank watched as the students filed in. Sitting down and talking. Frank stands up from his desk chair and the class falls silent. "This year the academy is trying something new. Each and every one of you will have to spend a day with your mate if you have one or someone you would like to mate. I will be Joining you in this. But you all have until the last week of school to try and get a mate. I am your teacher. I talk fast and don't repeat myself. If you need to record my lectures, but don't be mistaken any lacking in my class will get you kicked out. Half of you wont even make through the the first five weeks. The next forty percent will have to drop out because their grades aren't up to my standards. You have to be at an 85% to pass my class. You will have to demonstrations in-front of me and your class of you are not comfortable with this. To bad"

Franks voice was stern but knew in the back of his mind, in his deepest and darkest parts; this was going to be a good year.

The class was stunned. Never had they met such a hard ass. They now had one and they all thought in one thought that this was going to be the favorite teacher.

Frank watched as the class nodded and he nodded back. "Now for the few fertiles that are in here they will be escorted if any fights break out. I will remove you and you will not be in contact with any of them. The three lucky fertiles that will be in this class will be here soon, in a week. So we have things to do." Frank smiles and passes out seven sheets of paper.

"These will become your tracker. Any humans you beat or kill will go in their. By the end of the month you need at least two. If you need a bigger tracker that can be done" Frank walks the class through how the tracker is created. No one needing it to be repeated. Maybe this class would make it after all.

Frank's day finally ended and walked around to start to shut down the classrooms. The fresh small of human blood making him lick his lips. The shirt Frank was wearing was blood splattered, as was his face. His hair almost soaked. He was calm. Frank was about to go to change when a knock came at the door.

Frank walked over, the head master was standing there. Frank smiled and opened the door to the fertile, who was heavy with child.

"Ah Mr. Iero! You look... Well rather bloody. But I'm here to tell you that the fertile that was scored so highly in the home making skills will be here. He's quite the person. You two will have a good time." She smiles her hands on her extended stomach rubbing without a thought.

"Thank you, may I have the students name?" Frank asks leaning on his door. He wanted that, to watch his own parter grow with a child.

Notes

Hello! I am back from a move and have internet again. I am working on a new fanfic now that will have all the chapters done before posting. It's a trilogy. Can't wait to see what you guys think.