Master of Vampirism (Part #2) ✔️

Chapter 2: William, as in Shakespeare

Shakespearean Literature was a new, extra credit class led by William. Of course, Sheila and I both attended because that was something I couldn't miss out on, despite my lack of literature knowledge. To my surprise, we weren't the only ones attending. The atrium was full.

William wore a shimmering black shirt and tight, stone-washed jeans, which... well, it was an interesting sight to behold. Still, he kept his elegant posture and a focused gaze in his brown eyes as he scanned the room. There was a predator under the glitter, but he rarely let it out.

"Good day, fellow learners!" He put his hands together. "Today, we shall learn about one of the greatest men in our history, my namesake and good friend, William Shakespeare!"

Confusion spread through the room and I suppressed a chuckle.

"Is he going to talk about his adventures with William Shakespeare?" Sheila whispered under her breath and I nodded.

"He's going to confuse the hell out of everyone."

"Today, I shall read one of my favourite poems. And then, we will exchange opinions!" William spread out his elegant hand and grabbed a notebook.

"So," Sheila turned to me, "where have you been this night?"

"Don't you want to listen to your future husband?" I raised my eyebrow.

"I'm listening to him recite poems all the time." Sheila rolled her eyes, but didn't object to 'future husband' thing.

I knew nothing happened between them, because William would have already told me. But I also knew he wasn't giving up, which was equally hilarious and depressing.

"Where were you?" She repeated her question.

"With Ian." I mumbled.

"And what were you doing with Ian?"

"Nothing. As well as every time you ask me."  Sheila questioning me about this was not what I signed up for when I said 'yes' to listening to William talk about William.

"But not for the lack of trying?" Sheila continued and I rolled my eyes.

"No one tried anything." I muttered. "And stop it. You know I love Caiden."

"I know you love Caiden, but Ian happens to be very hot and you've been spending a dangerous number of nights alone with him." Sheila noted.

"Shut up, we were never alone." There were at least two or three more people present. "It's just blood-drinking." I added under my breath.

Sheila was interestingly okay with everything I overshared, such as what blood tasted like. She even listened to my advice and began eating more groceries rich in iron. Now I have to tell her each time I smell something off.

"Whatever." Sheila's gaze fell back on William.

"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red, than her lips red:" William recited. "If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head."

Sheila sighed.

"What?" I turned towards her.

"He's not going to give up, is he?" Sheila gently nodded towards the cathedra.

"He is a patient man." I chuckled.

"I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks." William's hands were spread wide and he left his heart and his soul in the poem.