LITTLE MISS.

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RUSSIAN TRIBBIANI.

I thought this semester was going to be another one of those semesters that i just had to get through while dealing with these humans. I was always in depth of false accusations from my female students who, year after year reported me to the administrators for sexually harassing them.

I mean, these girls couldn't handle rejection and thought that tarnishing my name would be a great way to get back at me. I was one of the biggest benefactors of Hurricane University, their scholarships came from me but they still went around trying to cause trouble.

Besides, I would never touch a student, much less be in a place alone with them because it was like an accident waiting to happen. I was a blood-lust vampire who had thrived on human drinking for over a bicentennial. However, when the number of my murdered victims rose highly at a suspicious rate, it stirred a lot of unwanted questions from the humans so i had to stop. I didn't want to alert them of our existence.

It had been over a century since i last took blood from humans and i had vowed to myself never to feed on them again because it was the most addictive thing to me- when I sunk my fangs into their flesh, i never stopped until my victim was lifeless.

At the start, it had been so difficult to resist the urge to feed on humans since all I could hear was the sound of their blood pumping and its smell incase anyone bled next to me. I had managed to abstain for all those years until I saw the most angelic human being i had ever laid my eyes on.

It was a Saturday when most freshmen reported to campus, many of them had already gotten their programs from the HU-app so they weren't around the offices. I stared at this girl as she looked at her phone, her curly hair blocking my view from her face.

The sound of her blood pumping in her veins was so clear to my ears, her heart beat slow and steady until she instinctively felt like she was being watched. I stepped out of sight, lurking around the corner to keep staring at her. A lot was about to change for me.

The amount of excitement it brought me when i saw her in my class was immense. It took me everything not to stop and spend every passing moment just staring at her. She had secluded herself from the rest of the class, sitting at the top middle by herself. She had sat quietly with her palm on her cheek and i could tell she wasn't listening to anything i was saying and i couldn't help but wonder what was she thinking about.

I wasn't one to pay attention to what these little humans did during class but i had caught myself glancing at her every now and then. I had noticed how she packed her bag fifteen minutes before my class ended and I remember wondering if perhaps an emergency had come up for her so she had to leave immediately but she did the same thing during my Wednesday lecture and Friday as well.

I had promised myself not to engage or care but today, i snapped. She had stealthily closed her laptop, slipped it into her bag which she strapped onto her shoulder. I lost it. What exactly was her deal? All the other girls I didn't care about were chasing me down after class and she was running away?

I could tell how nervous she was as we spoke in my office, her heart pulsating rapidly whenever our eyes met. The sharp scent of her perfume lingered around my nostrils making it hard to concentrate on what we were talking about. All i could think of was what it would feel like to have my teeth buried in her flesh.

Calm down, Russian!

I slowly readjusted in my seat as I collected my thoughts. This was impossible, it had been so long since I had lusted for human blood this way. I always dated the most beautiful women but none of them aroused this thirst in me the way this girl did.

Maybe it was because she looked so different from the rest of them. She was beautiful but not in the ordinary way; she had vitiligo, a very rare human disease that affected the pigmentation of one's skin. I had only ever heard of it but never actually seen anyone with it, so looking at her right now made me more intrigued.