Akira held up his hand to block the sun.It pissed him off and gave him a headache again, she had annoyed him.He didn't like any threats especially from these racist Japanese."If I want to fall asleep, I'll fucking fall asleep," he hissed at her bearing his fangs.He looked into her eyes and erased her memories before taking the book.He stormed out of the room and threw it out the nearest window.He was angry so he was about to leave school and go home to bed but some male Japanese student approached him.<br/><br/>"Hey you American pig!Get out of our country, stop stealing our jobs!Ungrateful bastard sleeping in class." He shouted.<br/><br/>"I'm not American and I don't have a job...you're gonna regret that you piece of shit." Akira said in reply before leaving school.On his way out he saw the book and picked it up, bringing it home with him.<br/><br/>He read the whole book in just that one night, the front top right hand corner was burned black...the next morning there would be a report on the TV that a boy had been burned alive, and that no evidence was left at the crime scene.Akira had a severe burn on his right hand where he had blasted him, burning himself in the process.He would wear gloves the next day to school to hide it, it would take quite long to heal if at all.He was unsure if it was a permanent burn.He went to sleep that night happy, having bitten and then killing the boy so he would not have to feed, he could sleep contently.The boy was in his class so everyone would think he was either sick or the boy on the news was him.<em>Serves the fucker right,</em>he thought before falling asleep.