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Victor had his hair pulled back out of his face, going back to painting after taking his pill. He looked over at Alex when he spoke. Victor had smudges of paint on his face from where he rubbed at an itch with paint on his hands. "Okay." he said and shrugged. The man turned back around and continued to finish up his painting. "I still don't see why you don't want it to be in there. Yeah sure, I understand that you're shy, but that's no reason to hide your talent."

Victor spoke to Alex as he leaned over his painting, occasionally, reaching up to push a lock of loose brown hair out of his face and tuck it behind his ear, all the while getting paint on his hair, ear and face. "So... what are you going to do for your next project Alex?" He asked the other as he finally finished his painting, completely done with it and carried it to the back, laying it down on the back on the counter. It was set behind a large bunch of easels where nobody could destroy it.

Victor cleaned the brushes, the cup of water he was using. Then he set on cleaning his hands face and everywhere else he had gotten the acrylic paint. He scrubbed his face and hair, still paying attention to Alex.

"You do, mainly, pictures from a photograph... right? Have you tried anything out of your head?" He asked as he dried his hands and face with a towel. "I'm sure you'd make something amazing from your head. You're a good enough artist to pull it off." Victor said as he poked the teen's forehead as he walked by him to get to his desk.

The man reached behind and pulled out the ponytail, tossing the band into one of his desk drawers. Victor ran a hand into his brown hair and left it alone afterward.

"Hm, well then that's something we can work on. Taking a thought, a random image, a dream from your mind... and putting it on paper." Victor poked the teen's forehead again the tapped a desk top. "You'll be amazing once you get the hang of it." He leaned over his desk and pulled up his bag and pulled out box and holding it out for Alex. "Lunch... enjoy." He said and put it into the other's hand as he took a seat with his own lunch at one of the desks.

"So what are you interested in besides taking pictures?" He asked as he opened a new water bottle. Alex was a hard one to see through. He was actually hoping that he wasn't one of those people who believed in 'wives tales'... but he was a little too late to hope.

He didn't eat much. Victor closed the box and pushed it aside. The pills took away his appetite occasionally... both appetites. "Do you know what you're going to do after high school?" He asked the teen, then quickly turned his head towards the window when a flash quickly lit up the room just when the power went out. " The storm's finally here." Victor mumbled and stood up. "Hold that thought." He said to Alex as he made his way over to the window and closed it, pulling the curtains together.

Just as he did so, there was another bright flash and a loud rumble of thunder that shook the windows. The storm was right over head. The man pulled away from the windows and looked towards the door as girl's screams echoed in the halls. He passed Alex, giving him an apologetic look as he fetched a flash light and opened the door. "Everything okay?" He asked them. A group of five girls came rushing in all talking at once.

Victor sighed and had to talk over the girl's voices to calm them down. After about five minutes of trying to settle them, the finally calmed down. They all sat in the back of the class, talking amongst themselves. Thankfully, they weren't like the girls in his first period class where all did nothing but bug him.

He moved back over to Alex and pulled aside the curtains to look out the window at the rain slapping the glass and at the dark clouds. "It's about time it starts raining." He mumbled and turned back around to go back to his lunch. Victor sat back down. The bell rang and everybody left off to class. The power didn't come on for the rest of the day. So Victor set up flashlights at each table so the could see. The rest of the day was very uneventful. Many would wonder why he chose to become an art teacher.

The rest of the week was the same. Very slow and boring. But he had talked to Alex more and more everyday. It wasn't until Friday came around that something happened... and not in favor of Victor. He had stated late to finish grading project and came out from the back door. There at his car were a group of man. He didn't even have to see their faces to know who they were. Hunters. They were always around and always trying to chase vampires out of cities.

There were a group of five, he hoped he was able to take them on. Emelia had gone out that night and nobody had come back to the Victorian house. Not even Victor, and it was already going on eight in the evening.

The entire house was dark, not even a whisper of a breath. Victor's car wasn't in the driveway.

Victor had his back pressed against his car, in one hand a man's throat, in the other the wrist of a man that was pinning him to the car. He glared at the man that pinned him, his hand tightening around the man's throat. Victor panted, his face and entire body covered in blood, his own blood, except for his mouth, neck and front of his shirt, that was another man's blood. He had gotten a bite into one of the men. "Get out of here before I kill him and you." Victor threaten the man who slowly backed off of him. They were an inexperienced lot.

When the man was far enough, Victor let the other's throat go and they both took off.

Once they were gone, Victor sighed and fell to his knees. He had been shot and stabbed in various places, nowhere near life threatening, but painful none the less. He couldn't drive home, they had thrown his keys somewhere into the grass. Victor gripped the mirror of his car, helping himself up. Thankfully it had stopped raining for the time being.

The vampire began to walk back. He was almost to his house when headlights from a car. Victor's eyes glowed a light green from the lights, like a dog's eyes when the light hit them just right. Feeling threatened, Victor bared his bloody fangs and hissed. His mouth closed, he bared them again and hissed again.

The man hunched forward slightly, getting ready to attack if he had to. His shirt was torn in a few places where a knife and stabbed into. His eyes darted around as he looked to see who it could be. Fight or flight kicked in and in a blink of an eye he was at the drive's door, opening it quickly and ripping whoever it was out of the car and pressing them to the car, as was done to him earlier. Victor bared his fangs and hissed again. The scent came to him.

His fangs retracted quickly and his green eyes widened. He had made a huge mistake. He had shown his true side to his student, Alex.

Victor's hand opened and he was instantly gone. He now stood in his back yard, panting. He was quick to get into his house and gently closed the door behind him. He stared at the wooden floor in fear. His student, Alex, who he had been talking to more and more and getting to know. He almost hurt him... again, and he saw what he was. He was terrified.

Victor headed up to his room and stopped in the bathroom. The man glanced up at himself. He could hardly even recognize himself. He tired wiping the blood from his face, neck arms. It was everywhere. He ended up just pulling the shirt off of his body and pulled his pants down. The man quickly started a shower and jumped in.

His green eyes remained wide as he stared at the dark tile of the bathroom. The blood finally washed from his brown hair and off his body. Once out, he had to let it go and inspect the wounds. They all had already closed up. Victor was instantly in bed after a few bottles of synthetic blood.
It was the worst thing he had to take to curve his raging hunger. The man tossed and turned all night. His body hurt like hell and he couldn't stop thinking about Alex's face.

The fear he saw in the teen's eyes, panic in his voice. Victor sighed and dug his hands into his eyes. He wouldn't be able to go back into work until he got more pills and he wasn't about to drain every human he came into contact with.

He didn't sleep all night, he stayed awake. The curtains pulled tightly closed to block out any sun. Without the pills, the sun would kill him.

Emelia had come back at four in the morning. She didn't bother Victor, thinking that he was sleeping for school.

Victor sighed, it was already noon. He had called in sick for work, telling them that he might not be in for a week possibly two. He covered himself up with the thick blanket.

Night came, and Victor finally emerged from his home. He looked terrible. He was as white as a sheet. The pills gave him color. He didn't have his car there so he ended up walking into the city to get some blood. It didn't fill him up. Around eight he was walking down the street towards his place.

The wind blew viciously, seeming like it was about ready to break the tallest trees around. A scent was pushed up against Victor's face, a shiver running down his back and making his fangs come out. After the attack he had been blood thirsty, something no simple pill could stop. Hiding in the crowd of trees. Victor followed the scent, instantly loosing himself the moment he took it in.

Then there it was. Young blood. Running out, he gripped the boy by the back of his hair and pulled his head back. Not caring who it was, Victor leaned his head down and sunk his fangs into the human's neck. Blood instantly began to pour into his mouth, mixing with his saliva and running down the back of his throat. The vampire moaned in pleasure as he continued to drink from the teen.

It was pure, untainted, innocent blood. The best kind of all. Whenever Victor drank the blood of a teen, which wasn't often, it was tainted with drugs, alcohol, some type of sexual transmitted disease, but he had gotten lucky this time. This boy's blood was pure.

Victor had taken his fill, which was about half the blood a human has and would cause them to black out. The man seemed to have a tendency of running into poor Alex. He realized this far too late.

Looking down, he saw the boy's face, his hand still held the back of his hair. Every time... it was Alex, and every time it was the teen who was either hurt or scared out of his mind. He thought he'd be okay with just one person knowing about him, but he never meant to feed from him.

The man looked around panic stricken. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't going to drop him off at his house, his parent's wouldn't know what to do. He had only one choice. Victor got into Alex's car and gently pulled the boy into his lap, he was thankfully passed out. He pulled the teen's car into his garage, hidden in the back and carried him inside.

"Ooo!~ You've brought me dinner!" Emelia said as she jumped from the couch. "You stay away from him understand?!" He hissed at the woman who's blue eyes widened and she slowly sat down. Victor carried the teen up to his room and set him under the covers, trying to keep him as warm as possible.

The vampire ran back and fourth from the kitchen to his room. He gathered orange juice and crackers, stuff to help him when he woke up.

Victor sat on the couch downstairs, his face in his hands, brown hair handing both his face and hands. His head shook slowly back adn fourth. He couldn't believe that he had done such a thing, that he had hurt his student, his neighbor, an unsuspecting teenager. He didn't hear Alex speak, but Emelia did. She was walking by when she heard the boy. Slowly, she poked her platinum blonde head in and looked at him, her blue eyes widening. Her plump red lips broke into a smile. "Oh good... you're awake, best of all you're alive." She smiled and walked in, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Here, you need to get your strength back. Have some juice and crackers. It'll help you alot." He brought over the tray.

"I can't believe that he had done such a thing to you. But it was an accident. It's hard to tell who's who when you're starving to the point of attacking a poor boy. Here, let me see your neck." She reached out and very slowly and gently turned his head to the side to look at the bright red bite mark on his neck. "Don't worry... it's looking alot better now. It's not bleeding anymore and it's not as puffy. Just a red crescent. There will be a scar, but nothing too noticeable." She kept talking as she inspected the boy's neck. Emelia pulled herself onto the bed, and sitting behind Alex, helping the teen sit up. She was too strong for him to get out of. "Here, drink. It's just normal orange juice."

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