Craven's POV
My throat was dry and felt the need to feed once more. I needed a new victim, but who would it be today. I looked around my Sociology class, scanning over the countless number of intelligent and beautiful women around me. Well, not very intelligent enough to stay away from a predator like me.
I walked down an isle to my seat behind a less popular woman in the class. Her name is Alexandrea—Alex for short—she doesn't do much, but sit and keep to herself. I have associated with her many times, but for some odd reason, she has never fallen for my good looks or gentleman-like charm. In any way, she is too plain for my taste as is, so she'll stay one of my friends.
"Hey Alex," I greeted her with a warm touch to the shoulder. She was reading a book with a purple book cover over it to hide the title of it. I took another look, but this time to part of the page and read, 'He gave her all she wanted in one night and yet, she wanted more. She ripped off his shirt and began to kiss his chest.'
She closed her book and turned to me, taking off her reading glasses. She smiled warmly and said, "Hi Craven. Did you copy down those notes I gave you last night? I kind of need them back to give to Lake." She held her glasses between her thumb and index finger; it looked as if she had gotten a manicure, or at least polished her nails. Her hair was in a tight bun, no loose hairs out of place, her eyes sparkled their emerald green, and as always her smile was tired, but warm. She looked like a young mother, who was always so tired looking, but had enough energy to conquer the world.
"I gave them to him already," I told her. My throat was getting dryer by the second, just talking to her. I thought it would keep my mind off the fact that I am starving, but it didn't. Her soft voice and beating heart, was enough to make me even hungrier. I didn't want her I wanted someone else who seemed interested, so that I would at least have someone to worship me as I sank into them.
I stared down at my knees, feeling weakened and ready to collapse and die from lack of blood. I needed a perfect fix from a woman. I needed one with legs and curves that won't stop for anyone. I smoothed my dark jeans against my thighs, trying my hardest not to think about my raging thirst.
Suddenly, I felt her hand touch my forehead, her pulse beating against my clammy skin. It was a sweet touch, one that I wouldn't forget. It was warm as she ran it down the side of my temple to the peak of my cheek bone. I closed my eyes and took in the moment. I can smell the blood rushing through her veins and her slow pulse speed up in an almost panicked way.
"Craven, I think you might have a fever," she told me, moving her hand back up to my forehead. "You should probably go back to your dorm. I'll take extra notes for you, if you want."
I looked up at her, feeling weak. She was right, it felt almost like a real fever, but it wasn't. I was just thirsty and needed scarf down the next girl that walks by me.
I stood up and she stood up too, but I pushed her back into her seat. "I'll be fine," I told her in an almost whisper. I began walking toward the door, but just before I got into the hall, I pulled a tall redhead with me. She didn't hesitate or disagree to come with me. She grabbed onto my arm and held tight with a flirtatious smile.