As the car rolled away, he stood, watching intently at the path it had jaunted through. His hair, was a striking contrast to the time of the day as it was still bright and sunny. His black buzz cut rivaled the afternoon weather.
His eyes flashed from red to black as the automobile got out of sight. His mind went back to the time in the class. To the time when she had just stepped in with the teacher.
He had just sat down on his seat when he saw the teacher enter the class. On a regular, he would have just stayed put with his head bent and his eyes focused on the pages of his jotter he normally flips through, but today it was different as he felt another presence with her, and with the presence came something supernatural.
Intrigued, he lifted his head only to be met with an angelic beauty. Fair with hazel eyes. Brown hair and long lashes. Full lips and round face. His fangs elongated behind his closed mouth and the urge to possess and protect fell on him.
He watched her every moves like a movie on a tv or maybe well said, he watched every action she did with her eyes, lashes, and lips.
Diva Conrad, were the only words he heard from her sexy lips, if only he could just let his tongue roll over those wet lips.
As she left the side of the teacher to the seat allocated to her just a row away, something stirred in his insides. Something magical like a connection. Something he could not explain, like a bond. Anger flipped his eyes.
He knew he was not bonded to anyone. No one, at least, his blood was still pure. As she got closer to the rows of chairs, a familiar feeling grew within where recognition had not dawned on him yet. Something very familiar about her. Unconsciously, he picked up his pen and started rotating it between his fingers where his mind got filled with questions.
A while later he felt the heavy gaze of someone and it was from her side of the classroom. Anger darkened his gaze as it had lasted longer than he expected. He was now irritated at his thoughts as they kept on flowing in her direction.
Looking up to meet her gaze, he saw those hazel eyes that could pierce through the body into the soul - and he hated it. He hated it. He hated the foreign ways his body was reacting. He wanted to be sure of every single reaction and feeling he was exhibiting. Wanted to be sure he still had control over his being. But now he was certainly out of control as he could feel his insides changing, affecting his outsides, and for a short moment, his eyes changed to red where his vampire form started to become persistent.
It had become uncontrollable from the strong hatred towards himself than her where the urge to sink his fangs into her neck and have a taste of her blood was stronger. A strong hatred was created by his inability to put his body, his feelings, and his emotions under subjection.
He saw her widened hee eyes and for once he felt the fear from somebody else slip into him. He quickly looked away when she did.
Somewhere between him listening to the teacher with his eyes on her and him jotting down, he let the thoughts of Diva into his mind again.
He fought, not with her in his thoughts. He let his focus be derailed to her direction for a while. He felt her staring at him again but he didn't bother to look when she had taken a place in his head. He fought against a little side thought. The thought that the reason he had allowed the hatred that was building against himself swim to in her direction was that he was trying to submerge the emotions that were trying to overcome him.
Back to the present, the air around him
thickened as he felt something coming at him.
In the rare minute, he leaned to the side, his head moving swiftly sideways. Something whistled across him with just a nose inch away.