My professor was a vampire.
I mean, I had always thought she was too pretty to be a teacher, but I wasn't thinking twilight pretty. And it wasn't exactly twilight.
I could eat.
I could sleep.
But I had this insane craving for the red liquid gushing in the veins of the ones around me.
I didn't have fangs. So far.
My skin was still the same color. Kinda. I was originally very pale so I can't tell if my body is going to be like Kristen Stewards in breaking Dawn or like Elena in the vampire diaries.
My hair was originally platinum blonde so it doesn't really matter. My eyes are still the dark blue I was born with. So far so good.
I was stronger now. And faster.
I healed quicker. Inhumanly so.
And also, somehow smarter.
I finished all my homework in ten minutes.
It's weird, I know but it just felt so satisfying.
My memory is better. Almost photographic.
Which is a plus.
I haven't seen my professor since that day, which is strange. I would think it was all a dream, except... I attacked my best friend, Reggie the other day. He doesn't remember, but I still feel horrible.
I found out from the college that my professor who had taught ethics there for three years had never work there. That they had never even met her. Before the incident, I would have just thought I was crazy and got the wrong professor but I have proof that she worked there. Maybe she used some type of mind control like what they use in the vampire diaries.
It felt like I was her target all along.
I'm currently trying to see how long I can go without blood. I haven't been very successful. Three days is my longest fasting before I succumb to my desires. It's been two days since my last feeding.
I'm so hungry.