THE CURSE OF HYSTERIA followed soon after the blood rain and swiftly, and suddenly, it was like a mad scientist—crazy-eyed from the deep trenches of the Atlantean Research Institute had walked in and sprayed the whole classroom with noxious laughing gas. Green auras floated in the hallways of various classrooms. Menacing. Gangrene. Like its name, the Hysteria Curse left many, hysterical.
The vampires and their fellow halfblood Dhampirs began filtering in as the blood rain packed up, and left the sordid duty of cleaning up the crimson splotched sidewalks to the helping fairies. The tiny winged pixies didn't mind the work. They sang like old miner dwarves as they mopped up the sludge. Meanwhile, inside the citadel, half the students had gone crazy.
