Vladimir was staring at the moon through the window, he pretended as though the entire class wasn't around him and that his papers were writing themselves. A light draft flotted around him, he couldn't wait to leave, these night classes were so lame! He finally lost interest in the moon and started to look around him, his eyes stopping to look at the girl seated next to him; she had long brown hair and seemed a bit angsty. Oddly enough, she was fiddling around with some staples.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed suddenly. A small bubble of blood formed where the staple had pierced her skin on the tip of her finger.

The smell of her blood hit Vladimir like a train, his pupils doubled in size and his canines grew longer and sharper. He was thirsty, oh, so thirsty, his throat was on fire. The brunette popped her finger in her mouth and glanced over at Vladimir with a concerned look. He was completely horrified, mortified of the monster that he could barely contain within himself. He forced his thoughts on anything but jumping on the girl to completely drain her of her blood. In hopes of controlling himself, he clutched down hard on the metal bar under his desk, squeezing it until it collapsed in his hand. His eyes shot to all the victims he would have to dispose of before he could claim his prize and quench his thirst. And at the exact moment that he made up his mind to pounce on his prey, the bell let out a sigh of frustration, but also of relief, he was glad he hadn't succumbed to his monster, but he really was still parched.

At this point he felt as though he could drink an entire ocean of blood and still not be satisfied, his eyes turned in the girl's direction, she was no longer there.

“Were you lookin for me?” came a fragile voice from behind him. Vladimir turned to face the source of the voice, it was the pretty brunette that cut her finger! The class had emptied out pretty fast, only these two seemed to 's pupils dilated once again when the smell of the girl's blood met with his nose. His eyes drifted down to her nametag, 'Rosalyn'.” You looked pretty scared when I cut my finger earlier. I'm fine now you know!” she said with a smile as she flashed her finger in the vampire's face. Bad idea. Another small bubble of blood had formed where she had cut herself. Rosalyn was still talking, but Vladimir's vision blurred and he felt as though someone had covered his ears, so everything sounded distant. The only thing audible to him was his heartbeats going at an incredible rate and his mind pulsing.

The movement was quick and effortless, in a split second he had the brunette in his arms, his teeth well pierced at the base of her neck, perfect access to her jugular vein. Rosalyn was surely in too much pain and much too surprised to have reacted as yet, and even now she seemed to have been sedated by his vampiric saliva.

Once Vladimir was satisfied, he propped the girl on a chair, he turned and headed towards the exit. “And where do you think you're going?” snarled a venomous voice, Vladimir turned on one heel to stare in shock at the girl now standing behind him, chair in hand. Rosalyn stood with a dark look on her face, her stance screaming authority, her pupils dilated. She threw him a devilish look and smiled, revealing a new set of vampiric canines. She walked over to him and caressed his face, bringing her face to his neck, she breathed, “Mind if I have a drink?”