The girl came back with three of her friends. The boys lured them into the cleaners' closet. Every staff was currently on break too. The other boys took their girls inside to have their meal but Emma was too thirsty as he had not had a drink in the past two days.
He pushed Adrianna against the door and sunk his fangs in her neck. The girl moaned, getting aroused, but Emma didn't stop. He let the iron taste of her blood flow in his tongue. Very sweet and addictive. He wanted more, he went for more and did not stop until her felt her struggling under him
Coming out of his intoxicated state, he looked at her eyes. They were pale and round, her black pupils turned hazel under his search. He blinked and shifted his eyes to her face. It melted into the one he had been thinking of. The one that was on his mind while he drank from the girl Adrianna. He closed his eyes for some seconds and opened them. The girl's face was back on her and for a minute, he knocked at his head. He sighed when he saw her still breathing.
With her still in his hand, he asked her to part her lips and when she did, he blew air into her mouth. Stepping back from her, he saw her pupils dilate. 'Adrianna, you came to my friends and I to ask us some questions about your class's subjects. Now go to the cafeteria and have your meal with your friends'.
Her pupils went back to black where she saw the other girls laughing at what her other seniors had said. With their books pressed against their chests. She spotted Emma walking to where the mixed group was.
After some minutes they all stood outside the door. The girls offered their gratitude to them and left.
'That was not enough'. Marvin mumbled his words but the boys still caught them anyway.
'At least Emma didn't kill her'. Eclair said, slapping Emma's shoulder.
'Dude, what was that all about?. You almost killed her'. Roger voice ensued.
Emma; the vampire just kept quiet and did not say a word. How could he tell them that the girls blood tasted the way a clean blood should taste until that girl appeared in his head again, her blood tasting as a sweet wine at the end?. How was he to explain to them that the girl's face was just as plainly beautiful as she was until her face turned into the one of his thoughts; angelic, alluring, surpassingly beautiful. His body reacted to her, just a mental picture of her. Imagine the catastrophe of her literal being in front of him.
He felt so angry with himself and the hatred he had somehow buried, reemerged, recoiling itself towards him. His feelings and emotions becoming uncontrollable again.
'Dude...dude, Emma!'. Roger's voice reached him first. He snapped out from his overbearing thought and turned to face Roger.
'What's getting into you, man?. You are clawing at your trouser.
Emma's eyes widened a bit and when he saw Roger's eyes fixed on a place on his trouser, he bent his head and saw a tearing from his claws on it. He felt the depth of it and a slight burn also
'You bruised yourself. Guy, how come?. Can't your contain it anymore?'. Eclair who was calling at him when he saw him tearing his trouser to his skin, asked. Surprise filled their eyes as their friend didn't know what he was doing until he was alerted. That was if he remembered where he was. It was somerhing new and unbecoming. Something they never expected from Emma. Emma, of all persons.
'Come, we still have time. I have a spare in my locker'. Marvin encouraged and moved ahead of them.