Oneshot book

New teacher [College AU]

 The brunette sat quietly in the office, walls lined with bookshelves. A blase smile on olive skin and dark brown eyes watched through round frames the old man behind the desk close the file.

He had various wrinkles on his face and his hair had fully greyed leaving a bald spot at the center although the dusk suit suggested he was no old man but rather the head of this institute.

He hummed in thought as those old silver eyes traced up to the much younger gentleman. After a brief exchange of eye contact on the elderly man's part, he gave a warm smile extending his hand shortly after.

"It's a pleasure to welcome you aboard Mr..." The man paused fumbling for an ending to that sentence. The brunette's self-assured smile only grew as he firmly grasped the hand.

"Alastor." He finished for the deen who seemed pleased with that answer. As they released the handshake the deen stood up adjusting his suit.

"Well, I look forward to seeing how you educate these young mines. A man of Twenty four, it's not often that I see such young men that are willing to teach."

He laughed heartily and Alastor joined in standing with him and turning to the deen as he stood at the door.

Alastor met the man's eyes grinning ever so slightly. "Well, I look forward to it." He replied spiritedly.

"You can start first thing tomorrow morning. I'll have your classroom number faxed to you before then." The brunette only smiled as the deen spoke.

"Yes, that will do." With those words, the deen opened the door motioning in a kind manner for Alastor to exit his office.

Alastor took the fedora in his hand and tipped it lightly in the man's direction before walking out of the room. Once the door closed his smile formed into something more sinister.

He looked up and down the empty halls. Right, it was in the middle of classes there wouldn't be any students around. Teaching college students seemed truly absurd, but he had his own reasons for that.

Alastor reached into the breast pocket of his brown vest taking out the pocket watch. He looked at it with troubled eyes; Oh, he would be late...it seemed the meeting cut into his time for that.

He shook his head, tucking the watch away and walking briskly down the bare halls with his fedora tucked under his arm.

Although as he passed by one of the smaller hallways leading to what he assumed to be the washrooms something caused him to pause in his steps. It fell silent in the building and he questioned if he was merely imagining things..but just as he was about to continue walking he heard it again.

A hiss, to put it simply; A quick breath through teeth. His smile tensed and his curiosity beckoned him closer. As he turned down the small hallway he spotted the source of the sound.

Tucked in between the doors, sitting on the floor was a student judging by the priss navy blue jacket and black pants. The uniform for this school, although the buttons on the jacket were undone in several places and the pants were wrinkled. A mop of blonde hair covered their face but all of those were minor details compared to what had drawn Alastor's eyes.

The sleeves rolled up and the site of blood dripped down the students' wrist.

His heart quickened, body aching.

Alastor shook his head briefly, he would have to control himself. Especially if he were to teach here. No, he would be fine, he was just....hungry.

Alastor glanced over his shoulder miffed. He did not want to deal with anyone right now, especially a child no less. Well, all the students were at least eighteen here but still children.

He attempted to take a step back to distance himself from the situation. Just a small tap of the shoe against wood and startled green eyes were staring at him.

How perceptive.

Alastor thought curiously.

Well now that they saw him, what was he to do? He very well couldn't leave or that would tarnish his reputation which had yet to begin. And he did not want to give it a bad start.

He knelt to the eye level of the pale mess of blonde. Their erratic breathing likely due to the blood; The blood...it—

He gulped.

Alastor refocused his eyes looking at their face instead.

"Hello there dear, why are you hiding in such a deplorable place?" He paused avoiding the urge to look down at the scarred wrist, purposely avoiding breathing in through his nose."...And why are you inflicting pain on yourself?"

The blonde-haired...male? At least he thought they were a male, only moved back looking at Alastor as if he offended him.

"Da fuk you care far.." He grumbled a hint of an accent in his words. Although Alastor wasn't sure where it was from.

He flashed that charming smile of his and merely extended a gloved hand. The male looked at it fearfully as if Alastor was holding a weapon, to which he was not.

"Well considering I will be teaching students like yourself starting tomorrow I think it would be best to begin forming a sound relationship with you all." For his benefit later of course, but they didn't need to know that.

The student wasn't buying it, more complex than they seemed. He moved back grabbing his wrist with his free hand, he hadn't seemed to care that he was bleeding all over the floor and it was then when he stood that Alastor spotted the small pocket knife. But the student, (who was a few inches shorter than he) brushed past quickly.

Alastor couldn't get a word out as his eyes were fixated on the pocket knife on the ground only hearing the footsteps of the student running off into the distance.

The brunette walked over to the knife, leaning down and slowly taking it up. He held it in his hand for a moment, his eyes tracing over the blade and blood that dripped off it.

His heart raced faster, now beating in his ears as he swallowed heavily. His mouth watered at the smell.

He brought it up to his mouth and slowly ran his tongue across the blade. As the blood coated his tongue dark brown eyes glowed a bright crimson for a mere second and no more than that.

His heart jolted in delight...oh the blood, it had such an enticing flavor that he couldn't even begin to describe in words.

He turned to look behind him, the student was already gone but the scent of their blood still lingered in the air.

He bit his lower lip, reminding himself that he already had a meeting with another who was likely waiting for him.

It seemed he had made a good choice after all.

In the shadow of the corridor, two of his front teeth appeared far sharper than any normal humans should be. He ran his tongue over the rest of the blood.

"Delicious.."

So uh, this is less of a oneshot and more of a trial chapter I had for one of my many AU's that I haven't touched just yet. It was chilling in my docs so I fixed it up a little and decided to share it with you all. 

Hope you had fun reading let me know what you thought.

-Thanks for reading-