He didn't need long before he was fully recovered. Such a deep and satisfying feeding, so recently, had left him strong and full of the life force he'd stolen. He returned to himself, confused to find that he was in a dark alley, hiding beside a garbage can. He had little memory of the circumstances that led him to be here.<br/><br/>The memories of the girl danced in his head. He felt himself stir, his pants suddenly much too tight as he thought about her incredible scent... the way her dress hugged her breasts. He rose to his feet, looking around restlessly. It was still mid afternoon. He could feel the weight of the sunlight, muted by the shadows, braced himself. After just a moment, he took a step forward and left the alley. He strolled slowly, appearing relaxed as he let her memory assail him. Her image danced before his eyes and he mentally stroked her.<br/><br/>He found himself standing at the same corner where he'd last seen her. Her scent was fading, but it was there. He didn't even think about it, just followed it. She'd been heading to school, he figured. He remembered that she'd been in a hurry, though he'd only dimly noticed it at the time. He assumed this meant she was a dedicated student. She was likely quite smart if that was the case.<br/><br/>He entered the school, hoping to follow her further, but her scent was washed away on a tide of scents. He had no way of knowing where she'd gone. He  did know that he had never seen her at the school before, nor smelled her. She was likely a new student. He went through his final class, as it was the only one still under way, but never heard a word the instructor uttered. He sat still, thinking only of her. He couldn't take his thoughts away from her.<br/><br/>When class ended, he made his way to the administration wing, hoping to see her there... and his hopes were rewarded. She was there, filling out forms with the administration staff. He smiled. He'd been right. He moved down the hall and stood in a recessed doorway where he could remain unnoticed, and watched her through the window. She was there for hours, poring over paperwork, but her never tired of watching her. He analyzed her every motion, studied her every expression.<br/><br/>Her pack was entirely too heavy for a brand new student. He could tell that she was struggling with it when she emerged from school. He followed behind, not wanting her to think he was stalking her. He'd behaved very poorly that morning, and felt it would be wise to avoid her.<br/><br/>But then she passed by the spot where he stood concealed, watching her, and the breeze carried her scent to him. Before he realized what was going on, he was emerging from the shadows to walk a short distance behind her, his movements silent. About half way home, he finally spoke up.<br/><br/>"Bit late for a lady to be walking unescorted..." his voice was gentle and sincere, "It would be improper of me to allow such a thing to happen. Never know what might happen."