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Victor sat back in his chair, glancing up, staring at the uncapped lens of the camera then slowly looked up at Alex. His looked back down at the camera, waiting to see if the boy was going to try to snap a photo. His finger wasn't on the shutter button. No... he wasn't going to take a picture. Not that anything would be wrong with the photo, he just didn't really like pictures being taken of him. The bell rang, the man's oddly rich and bright green eyes looked over his head at the clock.

Good.

"Bye." Victor said and watched as Alex walked out, his eyes slowly moving towards the teen's bottom, getting a good glance of it before the teen walked out of the room. From the beginning, Victor could tell that Alex was different... very different. He wasn't like almost every guy in the school. Involved with either sports or clubs. And the other guys at the school had many, many friends... Alex had none. For a normal human wouldn't be interested in Alex in any way. But Victor wasn't a 'normal human'. The boy intrigued him, made him wonder why he hadn't come across such a person in all his long life.

Victor scoffed to himself and stood up, straitening his shirt just as the students began to walk in. He looked for anybody else like Alex, of course, finding none. They were all like clones almost. Again like in every other period, all the girls flirted with him. Looking back now, Victor finally realzied that giving up girls and going to guys really paid off now.

Victor stared intently at a student who continued to challenge him with attitude. The man continued to stare, lashing back at him with intelligent comebacks, throwing the teen off. The class leaned forwards in their seats. It was a bet. Whoever couldn't come up with any more comebacks lost. The teen stuttered and looked around worried at the class. They began to whisper while looking at the young male. "Yeah well... you're... you're a... terrible teacher!" He shouted and the class, along with Victor erupted in laughter. He instantly lashed back, aging, throwing the teen off. Finally he dropped his head. "Fine!" The teen yelled.

The class cheered for Victor. He stood up and shook his head. "Never go against a teacher who knows what they're talking about." He laughed and glanced over his shoulder at the clock on the wall. "Okay, okay everybody. Clean up your desks and get ready to leave." he said and talked with the defeated student, they shared a laugh. He didn't have any trouble with the last period of the day. They were really good students, and he didn't have any stupid girls that tried to flirt with him.

The bell rang. "Okay! Remember! You have to finish your painting in the next few days, and I'll see you all tomorrow, now get out of my life." He playfully said and said goodbye to them as they all left. Victor left through the back door, heading over to his car. He got in and drove off to the city. He wanted a quick meal before going home and dealing with living around humans and surviving on synthetic blood. Victor went to an underground blood bar, got a quick meal from a drunken young male and headed home. By the time he rounded the corner to the dead end street, the sun had already gone down, not that anybody could see it through all the clouds.

Victor pulled up into the large Victorian home. Just as he stepped out of his car, he froze. He could easily pick up the scent of an intruder in his back yard. In a blink of an eye, he was behind the person. He grabbed two thin wrists, holding them in one hand, and the other large hand pushed the back of the person's head forward, so that they were bending over. "What do you think you're doing in my home?" Victor growled at the person, his face close to the other's neck, baring his fangs, ready to bite if they tried to turn around and attack.

The man wasn't familiar with Alex's scent, he wasn't with anybody's yet. He had moved in just a few days ago. Victor's large hand tightened around the two wrists.

The sound of slow running water was the only sound aside from their heavy breathing. Even a few occasional rustle from the wind. Victor glanced down and saw... a camera? "...Alex?" He asked, pulling his face away from the other's neck. Without waiting, Victor turned the other around. It was dark, very dark, but he was able to see the teen perfectly. "Alex... what the ******** are you doing here?!" he snapped at him, finally letting go of his wrists and the back of his head.

"What the <********> are you doing here?!" He asked again, this time a little more shocked then his angry tone that he used before. "Do you realize that you're trespassing? This is my house! You can't just walk into my back yard. What the hell are you thinking, no most importantly what the hell do you thinking you're doing?" All of the frantic questions he asked were relatively the same. Victor was scared, because if he hadn't seen the camera, he might have killed Alex and drained him dry before realizing who he was.

"Get the hell out of here! Go home!" He added quickly, grabbing Alex's upper arm, walking him to the gate then leading him out into the street. "Where do you live? Go home! And don't you dare do that again, next time you may not be so lucky!" Victor snapped, his usually bright green happy eyes, now narrowed dangerously deadly. Victor turned and walked back to his house, opening the front door and closing it behind him. He didn't know that Alex actually lived a few houses down and hoped that the teen would know what's right for him and go back home.

Victor stood in the large, crimson bedroom. His hand reached into a black urn, pulling out five little black pills that he had taken at school and quickly swallowed them. That should keep his blood lust down for the night, after feeding and almost getting another meal, not to mention the adrenaline that now pumped through his veins. The man sighed and slwoly walked to a bathroom in the next room over. He was worried about two things. Alex and the pills. He was worried that Alex was permanently scared of him. The only reason that Victor was so rough and mean to him was because he was trying to get the teen away from him as quickly as possible before his thirst got to be too much.

The second thing that he was scared about was the amount of pills he had left. His urn was almost empty, the box he carried to school with him was almost empty and they wouldn't come until Saturday. He had to make it last and drink more synthetics. He had plenty of those. The only reason being was that he hated the taste, it was too fake and held a plastic taste.

Victor stripped himself of his clothes and started a hot shower quickly jumping in to soothe himself.

Outside a woman with long platinum blonde hair walked up the the Victorian house, then just simply... walked right in as if she owned the beautiful house. "Victor?" Her voice was soft, his big blue eyes looked around the quite house. With a pout from her overly red plump lips, she made her way upstairs easily finding the man's bedroom. She looked like a woman from old black and white 50's movies. She smiled and opened the bathroom door, leaning on the frame smiling at the showering man.

"You know it really is a shame you're not interested in women anymore." She said and walked in, leaning over the counter,putting on more bright red lipstick. A heavy sigh came from the shower. "Why are you here Emelia?" He asked adn looked over at her. "Well... I had no where else to go. Besides... we're practically siblings, and I guess I did miss you." She added with a smile of pearly white teeth. Victor and Emelia had the same sire, he being much older than she. "Fine... fi you're staying.. you're cooking and cleaning." He said as he washed his brown hair and looked over at her, getting a shrug.

She walked back into his bedroom, going through his dresser until she found a large shirt. She removed her clothes and wore that with her underwear. "So where do I sleep Victor?" She asked as she laid down on his bed, already making herself comfortable, not even waiting for an answer. "Spare room." He called back, but it fell on deaf ears. A few minutes later, Victor came back out dressed in flannel night pants. "Oh no... no, no, no!" he said shaking his head as he walked over to his bed, leaning over to look at her. "Spare room." He said. "Ohhh!~ but just for tonight Victor?" She begged with pouty red lips. The elder male gave in easily. He laid down next to her, grabbing a tissue handing it to her. "What's this for?" She asked as she took it with her slim pale fingers and red nails. "Wipe that s**t off. I don't want it anywhere on me or on the sheets." He said and rolled onto his side, tuning off the side lamp, quickly falling asleep.

The next morning, he woke to an obnoxious buzzing. He reached out and slammed on the off button. He stared up at the ceiling, then slowly looked down to his chest seeing Emelia laying her head on it. Groaning, Victor pushed her head off and was quickly dressed, and down stairs making lunch, making a bit extra for Alex... as a peace offering for last night. Pork stir fry. He packed it into another box, setting a fork in it's own separate place. Packed, hair and teeth brushed, Victor quickly headed up stairs, grabbing his suit case, with the box in it. He dug around in Emelia's pants and found a pouch of the pills. She had enough. he popped two into his mouth and was off.

Victor arrived at school early again and was in his class, unlocking the cabinets for the first period class. He hoped that Alex was going to be early so he could talk to him about last night.

Victor was hoping that Alex would come into class early, but all he got were the annoying girls who constantly flirted with him. The man sat at his desk, face in palm, his green eyes dulled as he stared at the computer, screen waiting for the bell to ring. Slowly, his eyes closed, just being able to rest them. Finally the bell rang and he opened his eyes back up. The rest of the students filed in. He was already tired of hearing the girl's voices. Victor waited a bit for the last, late students to get into class. So when the last of them were in he put on a forced smile. "Okay everybody, get to your paintings and finish them up, they're due this week... and I accept no work later than half a week. If it's not turned in by then, then you get a zero and an F for that project."

Students began to got the cabinets, picking up their work and getting started. He moved back to Alex's seat. "Alex... I'd like to talk with you after class. I'll write you a late note." He turned and walked away, one table, not far from Alex and filled with jocks and cheerleaders, oooo'ed at the teen when the teacher walked away.

Victor turned his head sharply over at the table, glaring at them, the same glare he had given Alex last night as she shoved him off to go home. Victor went back to helping other students out. He stayed quiet, not like how he was yesterday, so full of life and smiles. "Mr. Chase?" One male student asked as he stared at his painting, lost completely at what to do. He leaned over, helping him out, while shoot Alex a few glances, his green eyes back to the lively color that they were yesterday.

Many students began to finish up, turning in their work. He had already graded Alex's work and handed it back. On the back of the painting was an elegant A and 'amazing job, it's going in the art show whether you like it or not.' then a small smiley face next to it. That was quite odd coming from such a teacher. He didn't seem like the one to put happy faces after his grading.

Victor loosened up through out the class time, smiling more like yesterday. Before he knew it, the bell rang, students cleaning up and putting things away. He stood at the front of the class, bidding them a goodbye. He made eye contact with Alex, waiting for the rest of the class to leave.

Once the final student left, and the door closed behind him, Victor looked at Alex. "I want you to know that you're not in trouble. I want to apologize about last night... the way I handled you and talked to you." He leaned onto the wall, his arms crossing loosely on his chest.

"I'm very sorry, but you must understand, I had no idea who was in my backyard. You see before I moved here I was harassed, everyday and on several occasions, somebody had trespassed onto my backyard and tore up my home. I finally moved when they decided to start burning it down. So you must understand why I was so rash, and I'm very sorry about it." '

Victor's face softened and a smile came to his lips. "I hope you can forgive me." The man's arms uncrossed and lay lazily at his sides. The late bell rang. "I'll write you a pass." he said and moved to his desk, pulling out the pink slip of paper and quickly scribbling a few words down and handed it to the teen with another smile.

((Bleh! It's short! DX ))

Victor assumed that when Alex said her, he meant his house. He sighed slightly. "Fine, but only on a few conditions..." He began and pushed himself off of the wall. "If I am not home, you go nowhere near it. If I don't answer the door, you wait. Knock on the door and let me know that you're going to take pictures and never... ever... again take any in the night without my knowing. You're lucky you had your camera, because if not, you might not be here." He warned him and waved him off. Once Alex was gone, Victor pulled out the painting and got back to work.

His hand moved lazily, his face resting in his other hand, eyes half lidded. He worked lazily, not really interested in painting at the moment. He sighed as he dropped the paintbrush into a cup of water and moved it around, getting the paint off. He dried it off and set it aside. Victor then set his face in both hands, staring down at the painting. Getting up, he moved around the room until he found the painting and art works students had done before he had become their teacher. He pulled out the box and shuffled through it, pulling one of Alex's out. A painting of his home done by Alex.

Bringing it back over to where his painting was, Victor began to change it very slightly. When it was an hour into second period, Victor stepped back and looked at it. He was almost done. Thanks to, oddly enough, Alex, his painting was almost done. It was now of the same Victorian woman standing in front of his Victorian house. Leaving the painting, Victor pulled out his water bottle and drank some of the clear, flavorless liquid then turned on the a.c. and going back to work. And then, when the bell rang to leave class, Victor was finally done with the painting.

He cleaned everything up, setting the painting to dry. Lunch had finally begun. He sat back in his chair, taking his pill quickly. He forgot how relaxing painting actually was. It had been nothing but an nuisance to him for many years, and now, thankfully, that boredom had worn off.