Sex and Blood (Closed for CursedVixen)

Evelyn was 21 years old and a senior in college. She was more than ready to finally be done, but it was still only the beginning. One more year, she kept telling herself.

She had no family and few friends. Her mother had given her up at birth and Evy had floated through the sytem throughout her life. It had been hard, but she didn't mind. Bouncing around didn't really bother her that much. Evelyn never went far. She had managed to afford college by getting good grades in high school and getting government grants. The day she'd left her foster home was the day she had inherited freedom.

History was not her favorite subject. It was one of the last remaining classes she had to take. Evy had procrastinated taking this class because the only one that was offered was a night class. She prefered to go to schools during the day and work at night, so this class didn't exactly fit into her schedule.

The moment she saw her professor he had humorously intrigued her. She found him fascinating and amusing. So much so that she'd chosen to sit in the front row. She took an extra pen and tied up her long black hair and slipped her glasses over her slate colored eyes as he introduced himself. She was used to attractive professors, and knew that she would have to focus on the subject matter if she wanted to pass. Many of her friends had flunked this particular History course because they had been so charmed by the teacher. But Evy refused. She was determined to finish and graduate.

She opened up her laptop and was prepared to listen and take notes, her attraction settling into the back of her mind.
 
Evelyn rubbed her eyes. He had to know that she wasn't accustomed to this late hour. She simply wasn't a night person. She liked to sleep at night, not attend class. She thought about his question for a minute. She really didn't know anything about Scotland. She had a good bank of knowledge concerning Europe in general, but not specific countries.

"My name is Evelyn," she said plainly, "And the best I can say is that the Scots are descendants of Picts, Celts, Scandinavians, and Anglo-Saxons. Like everyone else in Europe."

Some of her classmates snickered. Evy dispised teachers who asked random questions before they even begun to lecture. By off chance, who would know the answer? She certainly didn't and it was clear that no one else in the class did either.

She leaned back in her seat and pulled her glasses off of her weary eyes as he focused in on her. For whatever reason, be it sexual, intellectual, physical, or a reason regarding personal characteristics: Every professor every semester picked some kind of target that was his or her focus. It happened to a lot of students. Evelyn knew that some teachers gave specific students a hard time because of the persons money or family name. She had never experienced it herself, but she knew on the first day that her professor would target someone as every professor on the earth would. And unfortunately, Evy knew he had chosen her.
 
She found the lecture boring. In truth she found history boring. She knew quite a bit about it, but she still found it boring. As hard as he would try to make things difficult for her she would easily overcome the oppression. As Evy began to pack her things the professor called and asked her to stay. A couple of her friends hissed and this only confirmed her notion that she had been his chosen target.

She walked around the row of desks and stood in front of his own desk. "Yes?" She asked him politely. Her grey eyes were still covered by the glasses she had forgotten to remove.

She slung her bag across her shoulders and waited patiently for him to speak.
 
Evy sighed. Crap, she thought. It was a good deal. She would likely get around a B in his class, but with the extra credit he was offering she could get an A. But she was wary.

"What's the catch?" She asked with a raised eye brow.
 
Evy groaned. It was an opportunity she couldn't turn down. As she saw him smile she knew that he was manipulating her, and that he was also aware of the manipulation. She cursed him for propositioning her so.

"Fine. I'll run your errands," she said. She doubted he picked whoever sat in the particular seat she had, but that didn't matter. Luckily Evy had a car and would be able to run his errands quickly.

"What would this entail otherwise?" She asked as she set her bag down.
 
Symon had had enough of her silence and leaned over and grabbed Evy by the throat. You will die to night my precious jewel. I can take no more of you silence. Symon bite her neck and sucked her blood until her heart was near death. He let her lifeless body fall to the floor. "such a pity we could have had so much fun together, if you had not chosen to ignore me for so long!" He scooped her lifeless body up and flew over to her apartment. He laid her in her bed and pricked his finger to drip it over her neck wounds, sealing them up! He left the town and headed to Morgana's layer for some vampire sex.

OOC I am sorry if I did something to upset my writing partner. I have left PMs and have been ignored. You could at least have the decency to tell someone you are going to stop posting! I could change the above posting if you decide to come back and post.

If someone else is interested in posting please let me know!
 
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