She does have a point though. It wasn’t just Thorne either, because Callahan, Professor Asier, and the angel were also there. Were they all questioning whether I was a vampire or not? I could understand my control over bloodlust after so soon from my apparent turning, me being hungry for regular food, and me actually being able to sleep could be curious, but there shouldn’t be suspicion unless there’s already something else to be worried about.
Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding and they simply have too strong of a hatred for vampires and just wanted me dead. That would be a more rational answer, but even I remember someone – I’m pretty sure it was Thorne’s voice – saying they could deduct that I am in fact a vampire.
I would be more curious, but I just hope their suspicion is doused and they’ll leave me alone. I really hope everyone just leaves me alone for the next five years, actually.
Fuck, and it’s only the first day. If I can get through the rest of this week it will be a literal miracle. One can freakin hope.
Five
Thorne – August 8
She smells like blue belladons. It was frustratingly one of the only things I could think about the second I got a wisp of her scent. Even now the scent is still stuck in my nose as if my body doesn’t want me to forget what she smells like.
Her scent should have been gone by now and I can’t actively scent her from here. The lecture hall has enough seats to sit a hundred and ninety-nine percent of those seats are taken. She sits in the first seat of the second row and I am as far as I can possibly get in here while still being in a desk.
She should be smelling like rotting flesh. That’s how all vampires smell, unless they bathe in perfume and lotions. That’s probably what it is. The sweet mixed berry scent with a slight creamy and floral undertone. Just like the sapphire blue bell-shaped flowers that grow in my mother’s personal garden at the estate.
Despite it being a perfume, it still makes me want to sink my fangs into her neck. Even though I know all I’ll get is a disgusting rotting taste that’ll stick in the back of my throat for days. Vampire blood is tainted human blood. It tastes like death.
Still, my fangs begin to ache.
I may be a blood demon and much more powerful than most vampyr, but we still share similar attributes. One of them needing blood to survive and having retractable fangs. Not that I tend to keep them hidden. Though even if I tried to in this moment I wouldn’t be able to. They ache, and they want blood.
Her blood.
Or at least the promise that it would taste as sweet as that perfume she smells like.
The professor drones on about whatever lesson he’s teaching. The girl paying rapt attention and for some reason is using her tablet and a stylus to take notes. She looks relatively normal. Boring and original, as she had said to Callahan. The only way you would be able to tell she’s different is her eyes.
Aside from her scent there’s nothing remarkable about her. Even her energy and aura is weak. I won’t know for sure until I taste her blood, but thinking about that and who else has tasted it makes adrenaline flooded with rage coarse through my system.
I had been so close to ripping Ruleten’s head off when she insinuated they blood shared. Only because of years of control was I able to stay rooted to the spot and let Ruleten get a word in. She had shrugged it off as if blood sharing wasn’t a personal,should-be private, intimate thing between those of us who drink blood.
Throughout all the races there’s only a few of us. Vampyr and vampires being one, blood demons like myself, and some devils. Blood sharing can also be done with someone who doesn’t necessarily drink blood but there isn’t an inherent, instinctual reaction from them because of it.
I haven’t even practiced in it, though I have drank the blood of many during intimate moments. I refuse to let anyone drink my own blood.
And she shrugged it off as if it meant nothing. Fucking vampire. At their core they’re filthy humans, who to them now have a godlike power, never caring about traditions and inherent instincts and the respect for the actions that relate back to our first ancestors.
This is why they’re not welcome within the university or within the Mage Board.
Not that I care much about the Mage Board and their political bullshit, but it further proves that humans are worthless. And by association, vampires are as well.
I’ve proved well enough that she is one, but I’ll still taste her blood to be sure. Her anomalies are strange, but it could be just whoever’s blood now also courses through her veins or the vampire species as a whole are adapting. Either way, those two reasons are neither my concern.
If we fully prove she’s a vampire then her past checks out and while it’s still suspicious the Mage Board let her into the school, the likelihood that she’s a spy is nearly zero.
At least then as well when I taste her blood I can see most of her memories. I’ll be able to confirm then as well.
There’s a light feathery knock in the back of my conscious and I let Callahan into my mind. We chose not to say anything even after the girl left the infirmary in case there were wondering ears.
You still gonna bite her?
Just to be sure.
Someone, another mind chuckles. Callahan must have brought Darian with him.
Are you sure it’s not because she smells so sweet? Even without fangs I was tempted to sink my teeth into her neck to see if her blood tastes as good as she smells.
