Bite

Chapter 1

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"I think it's fascinating. The first time I saw you it wasn't an 'oh he's cute'. It was more of an 'oh damn I've been shot'."
-Morge

*THIRD POV*

Louis had woken up later than he usually would, his alarm reading 07h24 having not being set the night before,having him look at the time in confusion for a second before getting up in point 2 seconds and frantically running into his bathroom, wide awake and getting ready for his 07h45 English lecture. Grabbing a towel that lays hanging off the door frame of Louis closet door Louis strips out of his clothing, throwing them in the hamper while grabbing his tooth brush and hoping into the shower, where the water hits your like a cold rain before heating up and soothing his once panicked mind. Wiping the grime from the day prior, Louis washes his hair, soap falling into his hair when he hears his 07h37 alarm go off causing him to panic, while brushing his teeth with his vibrating tooth brush.

Turning off the shower faucent in a record of his five minute shower, Louis places his toothbrush and toothpaste on the bathroom counter, he quickly towel dries his hair while wiping his body down with another towel before running into his room, opening his drawer and pulling his black briefs up his legs. Slathering a handful on gel onto his palm Louis puts his hair in a messy quiff, wiping his han on the towel he once used before throwing it in the direction of the bathroom.

His shining blue eyes filled with panic and terror scan his once clean room for anything to wear. Grabbing a dark blue sweater with the schools logo in the middle next to his bed he pulls his over his head, making his quiff look even messier, after it had passed the smell check. Grabbing a random pair of black jeans he scans them for stains before slipping them on - after hopping around for a minute or too because of his big bum - his pulls on his black chucks before running out of the shared campus apartment, grabbing a granola bar his roommate Niall probably left out for him.

Blindly locking the door the short boy runs out of the apartment complex and across the empty street and through campus. Bumping into more than a few people and muttering quiet apologies 5 minutes before class starts.

Louis finally makes his destination, slipping into his classroom panting as though he ran a marathon, before walking up the steep stairs and sitting in the back row of the wide navy blue university classroom. Half of the class already being seated, chatting among their friends, texting or looking over their notes. He takes a deep breath before pulling out his laptop and phone charger before charging the dead device, the professor walks through the door seconds after his phone had vibrated, telling him class had started since they didn't have bells for university.

The middle aged professor places his belongings on the desk, his brief case on the ground next to his chair. The class soon falls silent as the professor coughs, looking up from his unorganized and crumpled papers as he leans against is desk, a unamused expression on his face.

"You're doing an essay, due in two days time, on any on of the worlds deceased authours, writers or poets from the early 1700s to late 1950s. It must be three pages with size 11 font and to be handed in online at midnight or earlier. This assignment will count for 16% of your grade and so I'll give you the next hour to start your research. Make sure you read it over more than thrice. Every three grammatical and/or punctual mistake takes one percent off of your grade. Take out your laptops and start looking for who you're writing about while I figure out my life." Professor says in a booming voice before going back to the stack of unorganized papers scattered along his desk, muting the students from his world.

Louis opens his Macbook Air before looking through pages on Google of Edgar Allen Poe's life history. Opening Microsoft Word that he had installed before the semester started, and writes notes as to every important and/or interesting about the exterminated life. Though it only feel like 10 minutes, Edgar's life held a lot of mystery that had intrigued Louis, the professor calls it time. The 120 minutes of English Literature done, as students leave the room as soon as possible so that they could get something from to eat/drink before their next lecture started. Louis packs up his stuff in no hurry, and starts walking towards his apartment to get some sleep before his 03h00 lecture, having it only being 09h49