History class, -open-

[uriel james ellis]

U r i e l james E l l i s
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i want to run away, never say goodbye

Uri sat up in bed, he had been dreaming. it was a rare occurrence, but it did happen from time to time, usually when he was troubled over something, or stressed about something. He shook his head, stepping onto the cold floor of his home. He had just moved in, completely content with it's size, as it was quite large. His furnishings had yet to arrive, all but the bed was out, being shipped. He could have slept on the floor, but he would rather not, it was not that comfortable.

He walked over to his closet, thinking about what clothing he should wear to his first teaching job at The Parthenon. He reached into his closet, and pulled out a gray suit with a black button up shirt. he pulled everything on, leaving the first two buttons un-done, he never liked the feeling of anything around his neck.

As he left his home, he reached for his computer case, and his keys. He didnt have a car, but that did not matter when you lived in the middle of everything in New York. He stepped off of his front step, and into the hustle and bustle of the city. he loved New York, specially in the 40's.

He walked up the front steps of the school, ignoring the looked he got from students, one of them happened to be a statuesque blond. He made his way to his class room, went up to the board, and wrote his name on the board.

Uri, or Mr. Ellis It said.

he took a seat in the back of the room, in his desk, and watched the students stream in.

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[gia alpert]

If I had made myself become like someone else and be someone like you
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Would you have let me come to be with you?

Walking into the dusty room, Gia noticed the newest teacher, Mr. Ellis. Taking a seat up front, as she wasn't embarassed by the fact that she enjoyed like so many of her peers were, she quirked an amused smile at what he'd written on the board. Sure, he was a young man-- a very handsome man, she couldn't help but notice -- but telling his students to call him "Uri" was a bit unprofessional.

What the hell kind of name is Uriel anyway? she wondered, making a mental note to look it up later.

Pulling her iPod buds out of her ear, she paused the SafetySuit song. It was a shame, because it was one of her favorite songs. Luckily, she was going to be seeing the new rock band soon. As she placed the iPod in her bag, she pulled out her notebook, textbook and pen. She wasn't sure where the class was going to begin so, instead of taking notes like she usually did, she opted to read her book until class started. The Girls He Adored by Jonathan Nasaw really was a great book. She couldn't wait to get to the sequel.

It was an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach that made her pause in reading her book. Sighing, she looked around the room and noticed a few other student file in. No, nothing odd with them. Then why the weird spidey-sense feeling. Deciding she was crazy, she glanced at Mr. Ellis briefly before picking up her book again. But, in that one glance, the feeling tightened and coiled inside. Staring up at him, Gia furrowed her brow before shuddering. Quickly going back to her book, she wondered if maybe it was just her thinking there was something off about him.

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Music: Someone Like You - SafetySuit

[uriel james ellis]

U r i e l james E l l i s
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i want to run away, never say goodbye

Uriel stared at all of his students, his clear gray eyes seeming to look into their souls. And that was somewhat true. Even him being a Fallen angel, he was still in his graces, somewhat. He could not travel like Angels, but he could still look into people's souls, and see if they were good, or evil. It was something that he did not often use, but in this day and age, you had to be careful who you were around. Any one of these students could have been a demon. And demons just plain did not like Uriel.

He glanced at a blond haired girl for a moment, and looked back. She was something else, a witch. How did he know? he over saw their creation, not able to intervein, but only to watch, and wittness. She was also shrouded in something that could only be the presence of a demon, yet she was not possesed by one. He mulled that over in his mind for a second. A demon was attached to her somehow, but Uriel did not know. The bell rang, and he stood in front of the class, quite tall for a man, but these days, there were men even taller than he. It made fitting in a lot easyer when you did not have to be worrying about being a foot or more taller than the tallest man in the area.

"Good morning class, My name is Uriel Ellis," He said, his voice as smooth as silk, and very british sounding. You may call me Uri, or Mr. Ellis, I care not which one, because you see, my classes are about learning, and not weather or not a teacher is to be called by his first name, or his last name, or what ever nonsense the school system has put out with these days," A girl in the back of the room raised her hand, and asked about his name.

"Yes, it is quite and unusual name, but you see, I have an unusual father," He siad, smiling a small smile at the class. "any questions?

[callie monair]

She left through the History text book, considering skipping class. Though History was a favorite subject, something about Professor Ellis shook her. It was his eyes, she could never look into them and feel right.

Closing the cover, she looked up across the street at the school and pushed her Chanel sunglasses to her face. Shaking him from her mind, she clicked her heels up the steps and went through the doors.

The Bloodlust was waning from day to day especially in the beginning of school. Every whisper, every noise could be heard by her and god, was it annoying. So many petty people who were whining about parties and bad nannies.

A few yards away was his class and controling her senses, she opened the door and looked in to see half of the students already there. Her gaze never met the Professors, not wanting to stare into his weird eyes. Looking over, she saw Gia, once again sitting in the front and to be callus enough, she sat in the empy seat behind her. Gia's blonde hair would be a nice distraction, plus it gave her excuse to giver her hints of adiquite pleasure. Crossing her legs, she tapped her fingers against the book only letting her eyes meet everything, but his.

[gioia hendersen]

Fashionable late was how Gioia liked to arrive to classes that she really didn't care about. As she looked at it, why study a bunch of dead guys. Besides they were already dead what more could they do. It all seemed like the same thing; men got greedy, started a war, people died, war ended with a treaty and the cycle started again. So history wasn't on the top of the list of Gioia's favorite classes. It seemed so repetitive and unnecessary. Besides when was she really going to have to remember all the wives names of King Henry the VIII. If she was going to do what she wanted to in life, she probably would never have to worry about King Henry.

Gioia conveniently forgot her book in her locker. All she brought was a pen and her notebook. Or at least that is what it seemed like. In her purse she had secret weapons to keep her time in class occupied. She didn't want to be bored and fall asleep in class. Now that would look tacky. Gioia never wanted to look tacky at all. That's why she would when she got bored would bring out her mirror and check up on her lip gloss or start filing her nails while looking intensely interested in whatever was going on. But most of the time she was thinking up spells.

As she walked into class she saw that both Gia and Callie were in there already. Gioia made her way over to Callie and took the seat next to her. Upon hearing Mr. Ellis asking if there were anymore questions, Gioia spoke. It wasn't like her to raise her hand. She was impulsive and always went with what went in her mind. "Yeah so what was so unusual about your father?"

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[gia alpert]

Resisting the urge to shiver, Gia quickly put her book away and ignored the fact that Mr. Ellis had looked at her. He was attractive, that much was true, but it wasn't attraction at all that made her shudder. Well, not entirely. She couldn't pinpoint the exact feeling, but she definitely recognized fear in the jumble of emotions. Why was that though? Surely there was nothing to fear from Mr. Ellis...right?

As he introduced himself, Gia couldnt help but give a little smile. Accents were always a weakness for her, and his was no acception. "Nonsense of the school system"? The frown was back. We get it: you're young, hot and hip. No need to be a complete ignoramous and cocky about it, she thought and leaned against her hand in boredum. He he hoped to gain respect with an attitude like that than he was sorely mistaken.

Well, the rest of the class would most likely worship him but Gia refused to conform so easily. Looking to her left, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Callie was flirting with Mr. Ellis. Lightly shaking her head in amusement, Gia had to give her friend props. Her fellow blonde certainly didn't waist any time.

"Yes, it is quite an unusual name, but you see, I have an unusual father," he siad, smiling a small smile at the class. "Any questions?"

"Yeah," Gioia stated from Callie's left, "so what was so unusual about your father?" Gia resisted the urge to palm slap herself. How was any of this pertinent to history? I knew I should've gone to the Boiler Room instead. At least then I'd be doing something worthwhile, she thought.

[uriel james ellis]

U r i e l james E l l i s
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i want to run away, never say goodbye

Uriel watched another, who was not human walk into the room. She was also not a witch, completely. Her blood was mixed. It was not his job to figure out, so he left it at that. let some other Angel record what species are mixing. A raven haired girl, who looked incredibly bored, entered the class room late. He nodded to her, not caring, he was on this earth for far too long to care about a student being late. That's what most teachers did not realize, it did not matter if they were late, or if they skipped. They only punished themselves in the long run. The girl was stunning, he could see that, but she was also a witch. She sat, and asked a question that he was not quite prepared to hear from a student.

"Yeah," Gioia stated from one of the blond's left, "so what was so unusual about your father?"

He let out a small laugh.

"Funny you should ask," He stared into her eyes, the smile still on his face slightly. "He likes to think himself as a god," A glint flashed in his eye as he looked away, to the bored looking blond who had come into his class room, the first witch. Then something came to him. If there were three witches, just in his first class, how many were there all together? Who had let their blood lines run rampant? Surely it was someone's job to keep them in check. His smile faded slightly, but he snapped back from his thoughts.

"now, I know you may think that I am an over confidant, some would say cocky, jerk, but in truth, i could care less. in less than a year or two, you all will remember me as the teacher who got you through the boring topic of history, and I, i will probably not remember you at all, now, if there are no more questions....?" He had not meant for his words to cause any harm amoung the students, but he knew there would be a few humans who, how do you say it? wear their hearts on their sleeves? Yes, but others in the class will think him as the most brilliant, then there would be others will despise him. The witches will probably be with the group of despisers, as they have it bred into them to stay away and fear him. He looked around the class room, an eye brow arched at his class.

[rouze azriel]

We could never be friends

because your a criminal as long as your mine

It was the nicest day for Rouze, her first day on The Parthenon, like if she were that excited, come on she had been in high school for so long that her confidence grew so much that her body wasn’t enough for her now. She wanted more, and play with some witches would be so fun, after all a witch had the guilt of what happened to her back in 1905. Of course she was beyond dazzling, she was a succubus and she needed to be perfect, and she was, a 17 year old girl that loved to look great for the others, cause some jealousy and make guys fall for her, she only wanted sex, and blood, that’s what she learned in school.
She knew her first class was History, oh gosh, history again, I could speak of it all the entire class she could bet she knew more than that human teacher, but suddenly as she walked trough the hall she felt a different kind of presence, not what she expected. She felt spells in the air, human blood in veins and something she didn’t liked at all.
She walked tracking that sense in the air, she could barely smell it. It was an angel of course, or something equal, and unfortunately was her new teacher. She leaned in the door of the classroom, carrying nothing in her hands, like a notebook or something? No. Only a Prada handbag that looked great with her black heels and her dress. She had a sinner face and a smirk on her face that made her look dangerous and beautiful. She looked at the professor and she knew he had the sense she was looking for, but at the same she was afraid of, BUT who doesn’t love challenges and more when life and death are the prices. She heard mostly all of his speech of new day, and she smirked more because no one noticed her until she spoke over confidant referring to his unusual comment about his ‘father’ ”And why would he think about himself as a god?” she said with her lovely smirk, she knew she will have this certain connection of love hate with this teacher.

[gia alpert]

"Now, I know you may think that I am an over confidant, some would say cocky..."

Gia froze and stared at Mr. Ellis. What the hell? Maybe she was overreacting but that was just far too accurate to be a coincidence. It could have been that simple but there was the obvious other possibility: telepathy. It was a power Gia had read about but never experienced first hand. In her research, the only beings she heard of having the ability were witches, warlocks, wizards, etc. Was Mr. Ellis like her?

"...You all will remember me as the teacher who got you through the boring topic of history, and I, I will probably not remember you at all, now, if there are no more questions...?" History is not boring, she thought with a mild sneer.

This was definitely going to be a difficult class to get through. Not because of the subject but because of him. He had to be quite smart to even be considered for a job in the school, so there was no question he was well-versed in the subject. It was more a question of his method. Gia had the distinct feeling that he was going to butt heads with her at every possible moment, a wiccan like herself or not. Taking a breath, she cooled her nerves and gave a smile and nudge to Callie. In the midst of her thoughts, she realized she hadn't gave a proper hello to her friend.

"And why would he think of himself as a god?" Don't all men have a ridiculous god complex, she thought sarcastically in response. Gia looked a the new girl and was not so impressed by her. If the smirk was any indication, this girl was going to be a lot of trouble in the school.

[gioia hendersen]

”And why would he think about himself as a god?” The red haired girl asked a few rows from Gioia. Gioia turned her head around to see who she was. Red hair, gorgeous and already getting herself known in class. If this new girl was going to ask that question then Gioia couldn't just sit in the dark. She's the one who brought up the subject of his father and wasn't going to let this newbie take her fire. "Like did he look like Liam Neeson and called himself Zeus?" Gioia asked thinking of the latest preview she saw for Clash of the Titans.

Maybe this history class wasn't going to be as boring as history always was. After all with a teacher with the name the unusual, Uriel Ellis and some angelic about him, it looked like this history class wouldn't be the same as all the others. Whatever could keep Gioia occupied and in the game of history class. Last year it was some hot guy and now this year this teacher. It wasn't everyday a teacher called himself cocky in front of the whole class.

[uriel james ellis]

U r i e l james E l l i s
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i want to run away, never say goodbye

He barely glanced at her to see it was her. ROUZE He grimaced. First witches/Vampires, and now a succibus. and Rouze. He was going to have to keep himself on his toes with this audience. Usually he would let slip some witty things about history. But with these girls here, they would ask far too many questions. His smile grew a little more tense. The students thought that they were going to have it rough? he was going to be in hell. And that thought made his smile relax, into a good humored smile.

"what makes him think that he's god? I guess only he knows that," He smiled. Then he actually laughed. "I guess you could say that," he said, reffering to the raven haired witches comment about Zeus from Percy Jackson movie.

"Now, for those of you who are dreading my class, please don't, I try to bring the truth into my classes, usually make it more interesting than what the text books bring into classes, you see, that is why you all find history to be some boring subject, you get the watered down version of what really happened, sometimes you don't get the actual version," He was seated on the corner of his desk, and was looking at all his students. This year would be a fun one, and the most interesting in his whole life. Then he corrected himself, tutoring Alexander the great, before Aristotle was one of the most interesting things he'd done.

[callie monair]

Callie listened in slightly in on the conversation, not knowing what would come from her own mouth. All the girls around her were being their sexy selves proving themself to the Professor. Oh how she knew that emotion. Looking over at Gia, she considered if Gia liked him. It was incredibily possible, he waasn't bad looking; not at all, but his eyes--She could go on and on about his eyes. She felt Gia nudge her and smile. Callie smiled back and smiled and looked back at the professor.

"--that is why you all find history to be some boring subject, you get the watered down version of what really happened, sometimes you don't get the actual version,"

Say something dammit. "The give us something that will have us running for the hills. The massacres of the french cathloics, and the lynching of witches wide spread across europe, the tatics of honorable sucide of Japan.We, Sir, Can take care of the truth when its handled hazzardly."

Mid through the little rant, Callie knew she was talking like a idiot and a nerd if anything. If she kept going on about smart things like that, she'll be repermanded to low class--but she would die before that would happen. She motioned with her hands to the redhead, Gio, and Gia and smirked for no apparent reason and felt a strange sensation of power.

[leon grecco]

Ehpp eppp ehhpppppppp! Leon was late to his history class, and that would be his... first class of the month, since he didn't like to enter to class, but since h met Lilly, he definitely wanted to be more and better for her, not like he wanted to be a doctor or something similar, but he wanted to gave her everything she was used to, your late, sucker Leon almost ran into the stairs just to get before the teacher, but that was impossible, because he he ran so fast trough the hall that he didn't noticed the water in the floor so he slip into the water, and just saw the open door of his class, he didn't fell, thanks to his half vampire reflexes, but he just stay there for a second in spider man position. Holding just a notebook and a pen upon his ear. He stood and heard something about Zeus and Witches and blah. He did like removing the dust of his shoulder and enter to the class. "Eh.. Sorry I'm late!, Oh New professor? Hi, I'm Leon, and" he glanced at the class and he only saw girls, oh god, lucky professor, pure female scent, lucky guy. He saw Callie, Gia, Gioia and a Red Head he didn't saw in his whole life, he glanced at the girls with a shinny smile "Hey girls," he said very sparkle, it seemed like he had a great day. He take sit next to Gioia and leaned forward her and said in a whisper "Whats the deal hhuu?" wit his sparkly shinny eyes and smile. He was just expecting to see Lilly around but he didn't, where was she?

[gioia hendersen]

"Then give us something that will have us running for the hills. The massacres of the french cathloics, and the lynching of witches wide spread across europe, the tatics of honorable sucide of Japan. We, Sir, can take care of the truth when its handled hazzardly." Gioia sat straight up in her chair and folded her hands on the desk. "Trust us, we want the truth and the whole truth and nothing but the truth. And we can handle it. Trust us." Gioia motioned her head towards Gia and Callie. If anything the girls had seen they could handle a few hardcore truths. They didn't want it sugar coated. It was like in first grade when they learned about the first Thanksgiving where everything was dandy between the settlers and Native Americans. But learning it in middle school, it wasn't all dandy. The Native Americans were massacred by the settlers. "So enlighten us Uri. Tell us one thing we were taught wrong."

There was something about him. Gioia couldn't put her finger on it. He was either angelic or a demon. Whatever it was it laid in those eyes. It looked like they had seen too much and survived a lot of heartache.

Just as Gioia was imagining the life that Uriel might have had, she saw Leon walk in. A smile came across her face. Her brother from another mother. "Hey to you too." Her head nodded up acknowledging his entrance. As Leon took his seat Gioia unfolded her hands. Her fingernails started to tap the desk lightly waiting for Uriel's response. "Whats the deal hhuu?" Gioia turned to face Leon. "Let's just say history class got kicked up a few notches." She winked at him with the smile of it was going to be an interesting ride.

[gia alpert]

"Now, for those of you who are dreading my class, please don't, I try to bring the truth into my classes, usually make it more interesting than what the text books bring into classes, you see, that is why you all find history to be some boring subject, you get the watered down version of what really happened, sometimes you don't get the actual version." Gia pursed her lips, glaring at him slightly as he sat on the corner of his desk. The way he looked out at all of them, he looked a little too smug for her liking.

"Trust us, we want the truth and the whole truth and nothing but the truth. And we can handle it. Trust us." Gioia insisted. Listening to Callie speak so passionately, it was odd for Gia. She never heard her friend speak that way about something like history. But she was right and she intended to make her opinion known as well.

"They're right. History is anything but boring,” she stated firmly, speaking out for the first time. "Yes, admittedly, there have been a lot of atrocities committed throughout the dawn of time. But that’s just in human nature. And just because the people who committed all the crimes of old are gone, doesn’t mean that things just as terrible aren't happening today," she told him. "History has a nasty habit of repeating itself. By knowing our history, we learn from our mistakes so we can avoid repeating them. You not giving us the real details, well, it just seems like you’re not doing your job properly." Quirking her eyebrow, she stared him down. Triumphant and secure. Then Leon casually walked in, all swagger and confidence. Shaking her head, she smiled and nodded to him as he sat down.

{Note: I really couldn't help sneaking in that Azazeal line from Hex }