She stepped back from him when he moved closer, and his predator's instincts kicked in. He followed, keeping himself within reach of her. He did not pounce yet, as the thrill of pursuit was fueling him. She turned and began walking, though her pace was slow and relaxed. He followed closely behind. When her stride took her under the shade of a large tree, he felt the intense weight of the sun lift slightly from him, and reason snapped back into place.<br/><br/>He made a strange noise in his throat and sagged. Staggering slightly, he stepped behind the tree where he would be well hidden from her line of sight, and panted. He hadn't lost control like that since he was a freshly turned vampire. What was it about her that did that to him. Even with his thoughts in order, his bloodlust in check, it was all he wanted to do. He had never wanted anything more.<br/><br/>He knew that if he were to feed from her, he would be unwilling to stop before he killed her. He refused to ever take a life again. Feeling as though his body were aflame, he stepped back into the sunlight and staggered down the road away from her, away from the school, and away from the house he lived in. He didn't make it far. He saw a dense shadow between two houses and ducked between them. There was a large garbage can neatly arranged out of sight. He dropped to a heap on the ground behind it and remained motionless.<br/><br/>Though he couldn't sleep, he felt his thoughts drift away into a senseless stupor.