FayXEdward

I'm bored to death, but not really since I'm immortal. My eyes drift from my lecturing teacher, instead I watch people's necks. My vision travels from one to the next until it stops. I see the girl's pale, white neck. Her brown hair falls gracefully, twirling down it. The locks follow her pulsing Carotid artery. My eyes freeze there. I follow every pulse, every movement. I'm looking for the path of her blood, the vulnerable place to strike. The perfect place to bite. The bell rings dismissing school. I follow the girl home. I stalk in the shadows waiting for her to make that one fatal mistake. Here it comes! She turns into