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Meteorite
- Joined
- Apr 8, 2011
Blood.
It was a simple as that. There was one thing and only one thing that Allister Carnet craved. His nostrils burned with the smell of the city. A putrid place, but good for hunting. He had only been in the city for a short time. Prior, he lived in England. His lack of aging had caused unwanted attention. So, he fled. He had gotten a teaching job at the local college with no problem. He hadn't even had to glamour anyone. All he had to do was change his birth year. 1314 to 1984. No muss. No fuss.
His cellphone began beeping incessantly. He pulled it out of his pocket woth furrowed eyebrows. It was his calendar. His class was starting in thirty minutes, and he still hadn't fed. He would have no hope of making it to class on time if he did. With a sigh of frustration, he climbed into his modest four door sedan and headed to the school. He sat out the lesson plans and sat down at his desk. The pain from not eating was like daggers into his organs. Today would be a short class.
He ran a hand through his medium length black hair and waited on the students to pile in. When everyone was seated, he began his lecture on William Faulkner. About an hour in, he could barely think. Their hearts were beating so loud that it was drowning out his thoughts. He could hear their sweet blood rushing through their veins. "We're going to end early tonight. We're going to do a quiz over the vocabulary on Wednesday night. As always, I'll be here at my desk if you need anything." He loved teaching. It was the one thing from his human life that never changed. So, despite his physical pain, he waited patiently at his desk. His normally pale blue eyes were ringed with black. It was getting to be too much.
It was a simple as that. There was one thing and only one thing that Allister Carnet craved. His nostrils burned with the smell of the city. A putrid place, but good for hunting. He had only been in the city for a short time. Prior, he lived in England. His lack of aging had caused unwanted attention. So, he fled. He had gotten a teaching job at the local college with no problem. He hadn't even had to glamour anyone. All he had to do was change his birth year. 1314 to 1984. No muss. No fuss.
His cellphone began beeping incessantly. He pulled it out of his pocket woth furrowed eyebrows. It was his calendar. His class was starting in thirty minutes, and he still hadn't fed. He would have no hope of making it to class on time if he did. With a sigh of frustration, he climbed into his modest four door sedan and headed to the school. He sat out the lesson plans and sat down at his desk. The pain from not eating was like daggers into his organs. Today would be a short class.
He ran a hand through his medium length black hair and waited on the students to pile in. When everyone was seated, he began his lecture on William Faulkner. About an hour in, he could barely think. Their hearts were beating so loud that it was drowning out his thoughts. He could hear their sweet blood rushing through their veins. "We're going to end early tonight. We're going to do a quiz over the vocabulary on Wednesday night. As always, I'll be here at my desk if you need anything." He loved teaching. It was the one thing from his human life that never changed. So, despite his physical pain, he waited patiently at his desk. His normally pale blue eyes were ringed with black. It was getting to be too much.
