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<span style="font-size: 10px">I never laugh at death, no matter how often and regularly I am the cause of it.</span><br/>​</div><span style="font-family:font1522365474"><span style="font-size: 15px">The next few days were uneventful for Caius (oops, erm, James). He taught his little mortals what Russian history was in their stupid textbooks, flowering it with his own unique perspective on the situation. He was bored with the whole endeavor by the first day, having wished he could go to New York City to explore and taste what the city had to offer him. It was only a off-handed way did he dictate a history project be completed, a little test for the mortals to practice their minds on. A simple essay of no less than three thousand words describing their take on the rise of Stalin and to use first hand accounts from the time. Not an easy task but one he was sure at least some of the students were capable of completing.<br/>
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With his day time completely loaded with teaching the little kids what he knew, he often found his nights empty of action. He took to driving to the nearby town of Red Acres (what was with all these towns association with colors?) where he would pick a random mortal girl. The fact that the victims he chose were often redheads did not seem to surprise him in the slightest. Nor did he particularly need to feed and murder mortals so quickly back-to-back. But something about the girl from his first period history class had remained with him. <br/>
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The night before the fourth day of class, he was busy drinking from a wineglass as whimpers tore him from his reverie of the night sky that was presented to him from his window. Growling, he walked over to where the woman laid naked spread out on the ground. Reaching up, he sank fingers into long, red tresses and yanked the woman up to her feet and sent her sprawling on to a couch where a scream almost bubbled forth from her lips before James silenced her with a finger across thick lips.<br/>
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"Shush, shush. None of that. See?" He showed her the wineglass full of crimson liquid sloshing around,"I barely took any from you.", He sniffed in contempt and straightened to his full height. Taking a sip, he sighed in disappointment."You act as if I opened your carotid and yet still your fear has tinged the blood sour." A slow shake of his head."I expected better from you Melissa. You were so eager to please after all." And she had been. A lonely librarian from Red Acres seeking to please a handsome, foreign man with obvious wealth. He did not blame her when her hopes were dashed on the discovery of what he was.<br/>
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"Alas, things between us must be cut short I am afraid." Draining the distasteful blood with one swift drink, he placed the wineglass on the table in front of the couch before he sat down next to her. Stroking her hair and wiping the tears from her face, she calmed somewhat under the cold ministrations. When he was sure she was as calm as she was going to be, he smiled, revealing fangs,"Melissa, pray tell me, what does God look like?" A confused expression was confused with a blank one as James crushed her neck with his hand having gone to her throat. The spine was also snapped cleanly. She died quickly enough that the confusion still remained in her open staring eyes.<br/>
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Sighing at the mess, he decided he better dispose of her body and prepare himself for the morning to come.</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:font1522365474"><br/>
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The next morning class, James was in a surly mood as he entered the class room. Skipping his usual speech, he instead loaded a tape on Stalin in to the TV and instructed the class to take notes on the video while he sat at the desk and doodled in a notepad. The doodle ended up being an impromptu portrait of the girl in the back of the class, the red head he had learned who's name was Katherine. A proper name, a beautiful name. A small touched his lips as he traced her own plush lips. Oh yes. Before he was done in this town, he would most certainly feed upon this one.<br/>
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And before he knew it the class was over and he was reminding the retreating students that their book report was coming up soon.</span></span>