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~*~ The Student ~*~

"Good Morning Mr. Masen"

The nasally tones of Jessica Stanley oozed out. Too fucking early. I push past my natural reaction to kill her, and try smiling back at her instead. The myth about vampires wanting to sleep all day as they roam the earth throughout the dark hours of night searching for poor hopeless souls to feed on.. is true. We're generally not morning people. Even after being the biology teacher here at Forks High for the last few years, I still can't seem to get my complete craving to kill all of my fellow teachers, and half the student body every morning I walk through the double doors under control. Maybe one day I will. Or perhaps I'll just take them all out at once. Gorge myself on them, paint the walls, the lockers with their blood- either option works for me.

"Ms. Stanley." I acknowledge her. She continues to stare at me like I'm a piece of meat. The observation amuses me because it's Jessica who could easily be slaughtered like the cow she is. "Is there something I can help you with?" Like draining you of all your blood.

"Oh. Um, well, yeah! Like, I forgot I have a dental appointment today. In like, thirty minutes, actually."

Moo is all I hear. God her voice is like nails on a chalkboard. Maybe if I knock all the teeth out of her head, she won't be bugging me about her dental problems. She won't have any!

"And so you need to leave." How I wish it was forever.

She nods her head so fast it causes her bubble gum scent to reach me. I hold back my gag reflex and hand her the paper she needs to get the fuck out of my sight. I'm the damn biology teacher, not the principle. Killing here in town, rather than the surrounding areas, is looking like a better idea every day I spend with these fools.

As I set up the projector we will be using all week to show the stages of cellular division that I'll be testing the little bastards on, I hear two of the town gossips talking.

"Yeah. Her name is Isabella. She's Chief Swan's kid. She's moving here from like the desert of something. I heard she got kicked out of her old school."

"Now way!" Gossip girl number two says in her best Kardashian voice.

"Totally! I wouldn't lie to you." Says liar number one.

"But for what? Like, what did she do?"

"Slept with the football coach. My cousin is best friends with someone who goes to school with her. Said that Isabella got caught giving the coach a bj."

I pause as she says this. Normally I brush off the rumors, gossips, and total bullshit that spouts from the mouths of babes, but for some reason hearing about this Isabella banging the douche sets my fangs on edge. Clearly I'm losing my mind. It wouldn't be the first time though.

"Well, I exhibit no surprise. My mom went to school with Isabella's mom, and she said that Renee, that's her mom," I roll my eyes. "Was a complete and total slut. That's how she got with Chief Swan. By getting knocked up her senior year. Bet that was a nice prom picture." The girls share an annoying giggle.

"Soooo like this Isabella chick is a slut?"

Piping in was Forks High's very own meat head. Mike Newton has an IQ of two- Damn shame it takes three to grunt. At this point I'm ready to rip heads first and make excuses to parents later.

"Mike, don't even think about it. She's probably got like, Sds."

"What?" Number two asks. I pause from what I'm doing to listen more. I want to know what the hell she's talking about, too.

"You know, sexual disease."

"Uh, Jess, I think you mean an STD." The human steroid says. I'm fucking shocked he even knew that much. I force myself to turn and address them all.

"Alright everyone, please take your seats. Class is about to begin." Let's hope I can finish out the day without killing one of you mindless little cum suckers. But as I go through the lesson plan, I can't help but be curious about this student- Isabella Swan. It seems her reputation has proceeded her. Never a good thing in a small town like Forks. My assessment of the girl's situation: Isabella is fucked.

~X~

Later that evening..

"Please, don't. Stop!"

Ugh! It's the same damn thing every time. They beg, cry, whine. As of late the hunting has been a pain in my ass. How the hell can I enjoy my meal if said meal is looking at me? Could you eat your burger if it started talking to you? See my predicament? I suck on her wrist harder thinking it will weaken her enough to at least quite her down.

"Owwe!"

Clearly I was wrong. I hear myself growl as I pull back from her skin, my fangs slipping out. A light sheen has popped up on her face and neck. The girl is pale- paler than me and that's saying a lot. I look into her eyes, feeling what she feels, seeing what she sees- damn, I'm one hot motherfucker!

"Do you want the pain to end?" I ask her in my best crooning voice.

"Yes! Please." Normally I would have had my victim so hot, so wet for me that she would let me do anything to her as long as I kept fucking her, kept sucking her blood deeper into my mouth. I was being lazy tonight. And look where that has gotten me. I mentally chastise myself.

I take one more long pull, this time at her neck, my fangs sinking into the bite mark I had made earlier. Her blood is full and rich in my mouth. I drink, suck, lick. And then I snap her neck like a twig. As I watch her slide down the wall behind her and fall to my feet, I frown. That's the second time this week I've used the old snap, crackle, pop on a vic. I'm losing my creative touch. I promise myself next time I kill someone to at least make a big show of it. Maybe set the body on fire, or rip their head off- I haven't beheaded anyone in years!

As I reach my home that night, I feel the restlessness coming up again. I feel the animalistic hunger clawing at my insides. I head for the Subzero, pour myself a glass of O neg, taking a sip, I sigh "1999- Damn good year." I head for my piano. One of the reasons I love the home I have built here in this tiny town is the land that came with the house. There is no one around for miles. The privacy to enjoy my hobbies: Piano, painting, restoring old cars and of course my hunting. The hunting being more of a necessity than a hobby, but I'm all about getting my kicks where I can. As the soft tones of Debussy's Clair de lune turn into my own melody, it takes on that of a bitter sweet love. One that breathes in fire and lust, ice and love. And for some reason I think of Isabella Swan. What will she be like, how will she handle the pit of scum she is about to walk into? She will most likely be just like every other little mindless sheep I've ever encountered. Just another face in a sea of nothingness. But watching her tread through the mine fields of gossip and bullshit should provide at least some entertainment. I do so love to be entertained. Yes, I decide as my sad song comes to a close on a low note that hangs in the air like a lover holding their breath waiting for love's touch, I think I will most enjoy watching the new girl get eaten alive.

Forks High School

Home of the Spartans

Bpov

I think I'm going to throw up. Yep, there it is in the back of my throat. I pull into the small lot in front of the school- if the building can be called a school- and try not to cry. I'm not a snob, not at all. But Forks is not what I expected at all. I hadn't been here since I was a baby. I remembered the town being … bigger. I guess everything seems that way to a four year old. Now, I've been in town a grand total of 48 hours and I'm already bored to tears. Oh, and apparently puke. There isn't one nice car in the bunch. That does sound really bitchy of me, but I can't help but wonder what awaits me inside if the outside looks this shitty. Oh, wait there is the first nice car I've seen in this place- A dark blue BMW X6. I know this because it happens to be the car I want most. I wonder how a teacher here at Mayberry high can afford such a ride. I really need to tone down my inner bitch. Last thing I need here is to piss people off on my first day. My day hadn't started off well. Hurting Charlie's feelings was the last thing I wanted to do, but catching a ride to school in his police car was a no-go. Thankfully with a lot of pouting, and a promise to cook steaks for dinner, he allowed me to drive his "everyday car" Yeah, here I am rolling in style in daddy's Ford pickup truck. The thing has a smell, a sound and I'm not sure what the brown stuff on the ceiling is. Get ready Forks, Bella Swan has arrived. I roll my eyes as the truck backfires..

Epov

The students that I pass in the lot jump as if a gun has gone off. I turn to see Chief Swan's old truck pull into the last parking space in the back lot near the trail that leads to the woods. Ah, this must be Isabella. I try to see her face through the mist of rain that falls from the sky like clockwork, and as her head is down looking for something in her bag I manage to see nothing. Not having the fucking patience to wait it out just to see if she got her looks from her old man, I shiver at the thought - poor Chief. The man's great at his job, but he's one homely son of a bitch. I Push open the double doors, and I'm hit with the stench of old milk, mold, sweat and complete failure. Children, I've found, stink. Their pathetic lives reek of fear, confusion, and self-loathing. The teachers are no better. You've heard the expression: Those who can, do; Those who can't, teach? It's one hundred percent true. There's enough odor from the plain, never anything special- adults in this place to choke on. It's enough to make a vamp want to stake his own ass.

As I move down the hallway to my class room, I hear the male moans. I pause, thinking it's no wonder Jessica Stanley's name is on every boy's bathroom from here to Seattle. The girl is a slut just like her mother. She's seen more visitors than a truck stop. I bang on the door. Hard. Then listen to the scrap of heels, the cursing and the zipping of jeans before I go on my happy little way. If I can't fuck in the middle of school on a Monday, then neither can those little shits.

As I'm almost to my door, I catch a scent. It's a scent that is barely detectable. As if there were walls, glass and other things between me and this scent. I all of a sudden am hit with this unreasonable desire to kill anyone who dares to catch this mouth watering scent as I have. Before I can stop it, a growl is building in my chest and leaving my lips. I turn to make sure I'm alone before rushing into my class room. What the fuck was what? My hands are fisted, blood and adrenaline are pumping through my veins as if I were on the hunt. I feel my fangs ease down from the top of my gums, and my mouth fills with venom.

"What the fuck?" I ask the empty room. Damn, this is the last thing I need to be feeling, in the very last place I need to be feeling it! All I fucking know is I better get a grip on my ass before the students start filing into this room. That'd be one hell of a welcome for the new student. Welcome to Forks, Isabella. Be prepared to be eaten..

A/N: Sorry this chapter took me a few days. My net has been down. So they didn't meet yet. But they will soon! Any guesses on how that little meeting is gonna go? I'll give you a clue- when the shit hit's the fan, it's going to hit fast & hard. ;) Thanks for R&R! Have a wickedly wonderful Halloween!