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Legs tangled up, body grinding against body, sweat drenching the sheets, hearing her voice scream his name as he held her down against the bed, feeling her body quiver with excitement and hot melted passion. âAhh! Lance that feels sooo good~â Recalling every detail of her pristine body. That wasâ¦until she left him. She had gone to a different school, leaving him behind, with bitter feelings and dark thoughts of revenge. âI will find youâ¦.you will be mine again.â Those thoughts haunted his mind everyday until the day his family had by random chance decided to move in her area again. She almost immediately came to his mind. He wanted to find her, to have her. To keep her to himself, selfishly, greedily, the carnal rage for her was almost insatiable. "Where are you?" His thoughts raced, as a darkened look came across the blue eyes glinting with a darkened passion. The sunny streets were brimming with people, as Lance made his way down the pavement, his ash black hair wavered in the wind a little bit. The college she was attending was also now his college. A smirk came across his face as he neared the large brick building. He was wearing what would be considered normal attire for the place, his usual blue jeans, heavy black boots, grey tank top muscle shirt, and his leather jacket. Mostly to protect his darkest secret, as his pale white skin, gleamed in the sunlight. He was considered blessed among his kind. Able to stalk the night, and yet still enjoy the sunlight. But that was of no real interest to him. What had his mind, was the smell, and the burn. Every inch closer he got to the building, the tribal symbol on his left shoulder grew hotter. "Ready or not.....here I come." His cackling laugh echoed slightly in the building lined streets, finally reaching the college doors.
Looking up, Lance saw beautiful brick work, silver glass windows, and a large round painted glass clock on the very face of the college building. "Hmmm.....classic." Licking his teeth, as he entered the doors silently. The large corridor of the building rumbled with activity students passing through to their next class. Lance slowly made his way through the crowd, almost gliding through the the place, making his way towards the Dean's office. Those ruby eyes glittering in the light as the large black oak doors came to his view. Upon the smooth crested wood, was a soft gold plate, with the name "Dean Harold" imprinted in it. Being the dean of admissions to the college, Lance simply pushed the doors open stepping inside the quaint little office. The light filtered through floating dust, as an ancient man sat behind the desk. The wrinkle upon his skin etched with stress, and tiresome activity. The man was well past his prime of work. Lance could smell it in his blood, he was soon to pass. "Hello...I'm here to complete my application of admissions here. I'm transferring from Sun Hill University. The old man looked up at Lance with a very unpleased look in his tired eyes. "Son, colored contacts aren't tolerated in this school. Take them out and wear normal ones in this building next time." His voice was monotone and boring, humming in Lance's ears. Lance was about to speak, but the mark on his shoulder tingled sharply. He spun about and just barely caught a glimpse of her walking by. "Found you....."
Lances thoughts lingered for a moment, before returning to the old man. "Sorry sir....I won't wear them next time." The man grunted and looked down a the papers before him. "Lance Harper. Welcome to Greenhills University. I'm sure you've already been explained the rules of this college, I expect you to follow them to the T. Other than that we'll get along real fine here. We're pretty lax on the dress code here, just don't come here naked for gods sake." Lance nodded, not even caring what the man said, taking the papers and walking out. "Have a good day Mr. Harper." The voice trailed behind him like dust in the wind. Lance came rushing out of the office, looking around for her, but she was gone. Just like that. "Damn!" he growled angrily, and clenched a fist together. "You can't run from me girl....." The mark tingled still, signalling she was near by. Calming down, he took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, sending her a telepathic thought. "I know you're here....I've finally found you. Can you feel the mark we still share? I bet you do. Come back to me....I promise not to bite....hard." A grin crept across his face as he walked slowly forward, heading for the service desk to collect his schedule of classes. The scent of her blood stood most prominent among the group of people near him. It was almost intoxicating. He figured, maybe finding out how she's been doing first, before making his move. He didn't want to be too forward this time.....
Looking up, Lance saw beautiful brick work, silver glass windows, and a large round painted glass clock on the very face of the college building. "Hmmm.....classic." Licking his teeth, as he entered the doors silently. The large corridor of the building rumbled with activity students passing through to their next class. Lance slowly made his way through the crowd, almost gliding through the the place, making his way towards the Dean's office. Those ruby eyes glittering in the light as the large black oak doors came to his view. Upon the smooth crested wood, was a soft gold plate, with the name "Dean Harold" imprinted in it. Being the dean of admissions to the college, Lance simply pushed the doors open stepping inside the quaint little office. The light filtered through floating dust, as an ancient man sat behind the desk. The wrinkle upon his skin etched with stress, and tiresome activity. The man was well past his prime of work. Lance could smell it in his blood, he was soon to pass. "Hello...I'm here to complete my application of admissions here. I'm transferring from Sun Hill University. The old man looked up at Lance with a very unpleased look in his tired eyes. "Son, colored contacts aren't tolerated in this school. Take them out and wear normal ones in this building next time." His voice was monotone and boring, humming in Lance's ears. Lance was about to speak, but the mark on his shoulder tingled sharply. He spun about and just barely caught a glimpse of her walking by. "Found you....."
Lances thoughts lingered for a moment, before returning to the old man. "Sorry sir....I won't wear them next time." The man grunted and looked down a the papers before him. "Lance Harper. Welcome to Greenhills University. I'm sure you've already been explained the rules of this college, I expect you to follow them to the T. Other than that we'll get along real fine here. We're pretty lax on the dress code here, just don't come here naked for gods sake." Lance nodded, not even caring what the man said, taking the papers and walking out. "Have a good day Mr. Harper." The voice trailed behind him like dust in the wind. Lance came rushing out of the office, looking around for her, but she was gone. Just like that. "Damn!" he growled angrily, and clenched a fist together. "You can't run from me girl....." The mark tingled still, signalling she was near by. Calming down, he took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, sending her a telepathic thought. "I know you're here....I've finally found you. Can you feel the mark we still share? I bet you do. Come back to me....I promise not to bite....hard." A grin crept across his face as he walked slowly forward, heading for the service desk to collect his schedule of classes. The scent of her blood stood most prominent among the group of people near him. It was almost intoxicating. He figured, maybe finding out how she's been doing first, before making his move. He didn't want to be too forward this time.....