Well... on the contrary. Very unpeaceful. I think you're overlooking, something, however. If we get them all together, they'll see it coming. Why not do it when they least expect it. Kill them slowly and silently. 

Private

We would have to get all the important members in one place, and put something in the air or in the water, something that would increase aggression, and videotape it as they rip each other apart. We wouldn’t even have to do a damn thing, just sit back and watch them destroy themselves. Anyone left standing would get to be dinner.

What do you think? Too peaceful? 

Perhaps you should try watching your step next time? Trent Flemmings. And you are? 

Believe me, that’s what I’m trying to figure out… Who are you anyway?

Of course I am... what did you have in mind? 

Interested in helping?

how does one manage to drop a chandelier on their face? 

I’m beauty, I’m grace…I dropped a chandelier on my face. Nice going Miss Vampire Agility… Nice going.

Sounds like my kind of plan! 

I was wrong. We don’t need to simply eliminate the human race, we need to eradicate the stupidity and insanity of the world entirely. 

Trent: What doesn't kill you gives you too much hope. 

- Trent straightened his back, transforming his stature. Despite being short, Trent's demeanor was that of someone with importance. It was his way of making up for being so easily pushed to the background- 

Hormonal little pricks. I like that... easy way of describing them, certainly. Well... I would tell you, but then you may take my master plans. 

-Evangeline looked impressed. Not many humans could speak to her in such a manner. She terrified most, considering what she did to those who crossed her. If it got out of hand though, she would have to take action on the little human. She nodded, rolling her eyes as she straightened up.-

Yes, overly hormonal little pricks. Hm, and how are you going to do that? You’ve peaked my curiosity. 

-Trent couldn't help the chuckle that slipped through his lips, eyes rolling as he eyed the woman before him.-

There were students fucking in your library? And, no... my version of a "party" is planning how I'm going to cause the downfall of the human race. 

-Evangeline laughed, rolling her eyes at his words. Feisty little human, with apparent plans of world domination. She took the pen from him, smirking lightly.-

You have good taste. It’s the end of the year, aren’t you kids supposed to be partying and boozing and fucking in my library, apparently. What’s your plan?

-He laughed, stooping down next to her and handing her a pen. He rolled it between his fingers, arching his eyebrow upward as he studied it. His eyes flicked from it to her, and he smiled.-

I have this same fountain pen. It's my favorite. And no party plans, love... just heading home to blueprints of plans to destroy the world. All that fun stuff. 

-Evangeline stared up at him, rolling her eyes at his words. As if this human child knew a damn thing. Scoffing, she moved to collect the rest of her things.-

That, my dear, might be something you should keep to yourself. No, wouldn’t want to trouble you. Rushing off to a party?

I want... to become everything. All of the above. The super supernatural. 

Well, Well... Harvard University.

What do you want to become? A vampire, werewolf?

The problem is - life only seems like it screws us over due to peoples' striving for the bullshit that movies such as that throw at you. 

Ring around the rosie...

Precisely! That’s sort of why people indulge in them. So what’s wrong in having some sliver of happiness in make-believe while life screws us over?

If I had made it, sweetheart, I wouldn't be human. I would be... well... so much more. 

Well, Well... Harvard University.

I can understand that. Simply the quickest way to get it set in motion. Research? Have you… made the anti-cure?

Fantastic. And... how would you describe your own mind? 

Ring around the rosie...

- Trent stared down at the girl, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his lips, shoulders rising and falling in a slow shrug. His hands were deep in his pockets, his hip cocked as he let a long moment of silence lapse between them. - 

Well, gawking at people is my favorite part of the day. After all, it is when you learn the most about peoples; habits. Would you like some help with that? 

-After someone slamming into her, Evangeline groans moving down to collect her things, glancing up at the person who ran into her.-

Is there something you wanted? Or is it a habit of yours to run into people and gawk at them?

Twisted... huh. I like that. Is that a good thing to you? Or a bad thing? 

Ring around the rosie...

The thing is, I don't want congress to take the... the glory for my formulas, my... experimentation. And it's merely in the phases of ideas at the moment. Merely a... a shout into a void until I can gather my research. 

Well, Well... Harvard University.

Hm, interesting idea. Well, the easiest thing to do would be to turn them into the ‘special humans’ or whatever the hell they’re called. 

Have you thought about going to congress with that idea? There are a few candidates that might be interested in something like that. 

Callie was the sister that Trent tolerated most. At two years younger than he, Trent found a certain appealing air about her. She wasn't young enough to invade his space, and she wasn't old enough to pass him off as insignificant. Callie reminded Trent of the moon. Her face was composed of craters: the dimples at the corners of her mouth were too deep. Her skin sunk in beneath her cheeks; her icy blue eyes seemed watery, standing out against the violet indentations that bordered them. Clothes hung from her frail body the way they fall from a hanger. At sixteen, the hips that should have highlighted an hourglass figure were bony and sharp. When she sat on the roof of the house and looked up at the moon, Trent thought she was a ghost... a spirit looking up at its own milky reflection in the sky.