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Tom's POV

I smelled blood just as I parked my car and got down, I was tempted to grab an early snack but I couldn't - not after the way, Sharlynn treated me because of my natural lust for blood. I have been feeding on blood from blood bags instead and it honestly felt uninteresting because the thrill and excitement we derive from hunting our prey just before we feed was completely absent. But to please Sharlynn, I ignored the smell of blood and focused on going to my first class - history.

 Honestly, the teacher knew nothing much of history, and the fact that I was five hundred and fifteen years old enabled me with enough information to keep him on his toes. I guess that explained why I was excited for his class this morning, the fact that I was late made me feel even better. There was nothing new about that - I've always been known for being notoriously late and today was no different. it was already 9 am, classes ought to have