Avonia had been limited to the amount of research she could do that morning before dawn, but a stack of books sat on her coffee table, all open to the possible being she was dealing with. She only had 2 things to go off and only one was definitive. His arrogant height was partially included; but that smell. It was like an animal, but also not. His blood wasn't the least bit appetizing, so he definitely wasn't human.<br/><br/>She thought back to their conversation in the hall. She was trying to pick up every little detail she could from the encounter. He'd said 'kind enough to' Her eyes narrowed. His face wasn't wrinkled, but he was too polite to be a youngster like the ones she partied with and taught. She looked to the notes she had been scribbling as she searched through her mountain of books. She still only had his scent, and now his age. This was frustrating, but she couldn't dwell on it further. Dawn was already creeping its way into view and she had to sleep.<br/><br/>Avonia stood from her spot on the couch with ease, no extra movements or weight shifting as she moved to her bed. She laid in the center on silk bedding because enjoyed the feel of it over her skin which she had been told was always smooth, even though it lacked the cushion-y bounce that a human's skin did. She looked up at the ceiling for a moment and heard snoring that echoed though the wall. "you've got to be kidding me." She grumbled.<br/><br/>When her breath came back to her that evening she sat straight up. The first breath of the night always hurt, there was no changing that. She rose to her feet and went to he closet, She had laundry to do since she couldn't readily wash things at the motel she'd stayed. Such a mundane chore but it wasn't as though she could justify not doing it. She also couldn't just leave it for a maid in case she had blood on anything. So she was let to do it herself. Monica's message (which she had neglected to read yesterday aside from the address o the place) listed that the building had a laundry room on the first floor and that the machines didn't lock so unless she wanted her designer clothing stolen, she should not leave them unattended.<br/><br/>Rolling her eyes at the annoyance, she pulled on a pair of sweat pants, not bothering for a bra under the camisole she wore. She then hefted her load along with her laptop and the laundry detergent Monica had bought. In the hall she smelled her neighbor again, mixed with a number of other people. She  had gotten used to being able to smell so much and differentiate between different scents a very long time ago, it no longer distracted her. Loud noises on the other hand were less tolerable. So After putting her laundry in the washing machine, she sat outside the door, on the floor with her laptop: She checked her emails, her student roster, and her lesson plans.<br/><br/>She wouldn't go out tonight since it was the Sunday before  the start of the semester; The bars would be bare. She had fed the night before and she could go without feeding for a week without incident. To avoid this she usually fed 2 or 3 times a week. That way she could take enough to last without causing too many side effects to her victims.   She couldn't live as open as she did if she killed. And She enjoyed living in the open. It meant nice apartments and things.