Arthur was hungry. His soul ached. The light jostling of the vehicle transporting him irritated him greatly. Foolish mortals couldn't bother maintaining a simple road. He didn't understand why they had to try and terraform the Earth for their foolishness. The vehicle slowed down to a halt. His attendants grasped the wooden coffin that he was contained within and hoisted him from the vehicle. Arthur wished he could avoid being carried in such a way, but he still had about an hour of daylight left to wait. His attendants carried him up a few flights of stairs and into a room. The lid on his coffin was removed. Arthur stood up as his four attendants backed away from him. He looked around the room. All of the windows were covered by black sheets, leaving a pale blue lighted glow shining through. There were dozens of desks pushed to one side, indicating that during the day the room was a classroom. Arthur uncrossed his arms from their position over his chest and looked about the room while his attendants prattled on about some speech that the headmistress delivered.
"Spare me the words of a commoner," Arthur mumbled, silencing them, "I am more interested in the possibility of another mortal. Tell me, did you see her?"
"No, sire," his attendant responded, "If she is here, then she eluded us."
A twisted smiled formed on Arthur's lips, "I see. Well, then she has decided to make things difficult for me. No matter. Where are my lodgings supposed to be?" Another of his attendants handed him a slip of paper. Arthur inspected it for a time, and then discarded it as a ball into the rubbish bin. "Someone from the Blir clan. No doubt eager to establish his dominion over me with his mind control. Brave of them to pair two vampires with a human. He'll be dead within the week." His attendants chuckled. Arthur took a wine glass and a glass bottle filled with a thick red liquid from his coffin and poured himself a glass. His men stood guard while he drank from the glass.
"My lord," one of them returned from outside, "Night has fallen."
He wiped the blood from his chin, "Brilliant. I am going to stretch my legs before heading up to my dorm room. Be sure to carry this and my luggage to its proper place." His men carried his coffin off into his dorm room. Without asking for permission, or even explaining who they were or why they were in the room, his men unloaded the coffin and Arthur's chest in his designated room. Additionally, they carried out the bed that had been provided for him, along with much of the paintings on the walls. They carried in several old-fashioned oil paintings in gorgeous bronze frames and hung them up on the walls in his room. Each painting that they carried up depicted a gruesome death.
Meanwhile, Arthur took to strolling around the campus, looking for something. Or perhaps someone...