Geography Classroom: Aim to stimulate an interest in and a sense of wonder about places. Geography helps young people make sense of a complex and dynamically changing world. It explains where places are, how places and landscapes are formed, how people and their environment interact, and how a diverse range of economies, societies and environments are interconnected. Teacher: Tutor:
Evie didn't have quite a good grasp on how to read people, heck, she couldn't even read herself. But if there's one thing she knew with absolute certainty about herself was: she was a prankster, a devil, a disruptor. She played paintball once, out of curiosity of course.
First round had her leading her teammates, that didn't work out. The second had her be the flanker. She excelled.
People had expectations in place for other people. For people like her: Disruptors, pranksters. They always saw her to be troublesome, meddling and tardy just for the heck of it.
This didnt seem to be the case right here right now in the Geography classroom. Evie was seated alone, near the windows. Her gaze laid outside, chin buried in her palm as she wondered what Ciri was doing.
She felt bad for leaving the Witcheress so... messily. Evie hoped she'd understood. Thinking back on the short memories with Ciri made the Winter Witch blush. A once in a blue moon occasion... Thats been happening quite a lot these past few hours.
She knocked herself on the head a few times. 'Now what you're doing here is being silly. Thinking about her. Pfft' She muttered to herself.
After almost fifteen minutes, Evie began pacing around the room and doing various other mindless activities. Until she checked through her phone again, and proceeded to slap herself right in the face. 'It's music class!'
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Mithos knew there wasn't class for a little bit, but he wanted to be early. He, of course, was the only one there. He took a seat in the back and laid his head down on the desk. This place is boring... Mithos thought as he closed his eyes. He wished he could sleep, wished he could dream. Instead, all he ever saw when he closed his eyes were that fateful day...
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The sound of the bell caused Mithos to lift his head back up. No teacher ever arrived, nor did any students. This is a waste of my time... he thought as he stood up and walked out the door to his next glass.
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"Farewell, my shadow, you who stand at the end of the path I chose not to follow. I wanted my own world, so I don’t regret my choice. I would make the same choice all over again. I will continue to choose this path!”
After what happened in the courtyard, Maxwell wanted to leave the school and never come back. However he had a job to do and if there was any place he could be that he wouldn't cause too much harm would be here. After all there was some fairly strong magical beings here that should be able to take him down if he ever lost control again. "I just destroy everything I'm around" Maxwell grumbled. The image of the woman in the ground, bloodied and broken, still haunted his mind. Entering the room he was surprised and glad at the same time that the room had no electrical lights or technology of any kind. A few candles were lit and the room would reveal a skeleton. Heading to his desk he sat down and waited for his students.
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The thing about candle lit rooms is there are always dark spots, and you never know what could be hiding in them. What is there was a horrifying blood sucking monster just waiting to take its prey....Just kidding, it was only the maid. Doing her best to clean every nook and cranny of the classrooms, Vivian stayed in the darkest corner of the room. The spiders LOVED those areas, especially when the temperature was just right, total spider vacation.
Vivian had sensed someone had entered the room, but she didn't really care. The spiders were her top priority, little bastards. Destroying their little colony, a smile crept on Vivian's face. Die You scary little devils... She thought as she committed spider homicide. Once they were good and dead, she emerged from the darkness and saw that the person she sensed looked to be the teacher. He seemed like he was depressed, but she smiled and waved anyways. Turning to the bookshelf, she began to dust all the books. They looked disgusting.
Placing one hand around his neck, with enough pressure he could crush his own esophagus and like that no one else would suffer. His hand dropped to the side, but he couldn't do it he was weak. He couldn't build enough confidence to end his life and potentially save some people, mentally and physically. His ear twitched at the sound of footsteps and crushed insects? Turning his head towards the noise he spotted a white haired woman, her blue eyes glowing in the darkness. She wore a more concealing dress than what the other woman wore which was very much appreciated. The sad look on his face quickly disappeared, the smile she gave would only be paid back with a scowl and glare. When the dust started to be cleared, the bookshelf being so close to his desk, some of it would float to him causing him start coughing. "Couldn't you cleaned earlier or another time? Why in the world are the books that dusty anyways!" Maxwell yell at the woman. Wanting her to leave the area, seeing how all he ever did was harm the people around him. Except he would receive no response from the woman which legitimately annoyed him. Standing up from his chair he walked over to the woman and walking right in front of her, pressing his body against her not caring for personal space. "Don't ignore me" Maxwell would say.
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Clean clean clean~ Vivian thought to herself as she cleaned the bookshelves. They were literally coated in a thick layer of dust, how could anyone have let this room suffer like that? Her eyes were calm, and one by one she read the book titles, once the dust revealed them that is. Vivian was immune to the dust, hell for years she had lived in houses filled with it. Maybe that's why she wanted to work as a maid, no one should have to live in filth. That and OCD might have been a thing.
Vivian felt something press against her as she was gently pushed back a little. Her bright blue eyes looked up at the man that was now buddy buddy with her. Vivian couldn't see the mans lips due to the fact he was wearing an...interesting mask. Can you please remove your mask? she asked the man rather loudly. Vivian was deaf, and sometimes she didn't know how loud she was, but she wouldn't be able to understand the man's current issue if she couldn't read lips. From the looks of him and his.... attitude, Vivian was pretty sure he couldn't understand sign either.
Maybe he was blowing things out of portion like he usually did but everyone would have to agree that being ignored was infuriating. He never did learn did he, he was about to commit the same mistake he had done with the last woman but to this one. Only difference was that he couldn't judge her parenting skills nor the clothes she wore. Her bright blue eyes would contrast his dark red eyes, as well as her warm smile contrasted his cold scowl. Then the woman spoke, rather loudly he might add. Telling him to remove his mask which had nothing to do with what he asked, she was even ignoring him in his face. Leaning down at her, continuing to have his body pressed against her not caring for any discomfort her breast might have when pressed up against. His hand would rise to his face, pulling down on the mask only to say, "No I will not. Get out!" Maxwell would demand of her. Quite unfortunately a even will quickly change the situation they were in, with the maid being interrupted in hear brushing of the books one book would be push slightly out of place. The shelf being old and not taken care of would tilt down and books start to slide down. As books started to fall on the two, Maxwell was quick to hear and notice what was happening. Grabbing the maid by the waist and shoulders he pulled her away from the book shelf, using his own body as a shield the books would only fall on him as he held the woman. Waiting until the last book fell he looked down at the woman, his mask still lowered from before, "Are you okay?" Maxwell asked as blood started to drip down from his head, one droplet of blood falling on the woman's cheek.
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Vivian felt uncomfortable as the man refused to back away from her. She didn't understand what she had done to make him so mad, and she quickly looked around to check and see if perhaps she had broke something. As the man lifted his hand to his face, Vivian shot her eyes back and stared at his lips. No...I will not....Get...Out... Her wide eyes we now longer wide, and she nodded in silence. Why was he so angry...?
Vivian wasn't sure what had happened, but one thing was for sure. The man suddenly grabbed her. She shut her eyes, expecting him to slap her or hit her, however she felt nothing. Opening her eyes, she watched in silence as books began to fall onto the man, landing on his head, shoulders and back. He is... protecting me? Isn't he mad at me...? Vivian watched in confusion. Blinking only a few times, she watched as the man began to speak, his mask hanging low enough for her to read his lips. Are...you...okay Vivian nodded in silence.
Something landed on her cheek. Her nose twitched, and her eyes widened. This smell....the aroma...the sweetness in the air. Vivian watched as the mans blood rolled down from his head. Licking her lips, she leaned up closer to his face. To one watching, it looked as though she was about to kiss the man for saving him. Instead however, Vivian kept moving and licked the blood off of his cheek. Lowering herself back down she stared at him, blushing and biting her lip, her canine tooth revealed to be slightly longer then it should have been. His blood...is sweet.... It took everything Vivian had to not bite this man, but she did it.
Maxwell wasn't this frail adult that bled when books fell on top of him, they weren't heavier nor sharp enough to make him bleed. They were however able to open a scab that had been on the back of his head, which had been made when he fought the lunch lady and she smacked him into a wall. It hurt just thinking about it, mentally and physically. It felt like he was hung over but without any of the joy of actually getting drunk. A beer would actually help with the help pain and ringing. At least he could still see and was able to see the nodding of the maids head. Good, it was good that she was okay. He had hurt enough people today. Unfortunately for Maxwell destiny had a different plan as the woman would move near his face and suddenly lick his cheek. Normally he would have gotten angry and hit the woman for doing something so weird, but with the pain in his head and just the randomness that was the lick he was lift in shock. His only actions would be letting her go so she would fall on the ground, blushing, and taking a few steps back. And a lot like earlier his action of taking a step back had a chain reaction. Stepping on one of the books that fell, the smooth hard cover would cause his foot to slip and him to fall down. Like his head could handle any more sudden movements or blows. Having fallen down, he was surprised that he wasn't in more pain in fact his head was between some soft objects which didn't sound like anything in the classroom. However Maxwell was in too much pain and exhaustion to bother to move and realize he was in between the maids breast. He also didn't account for that fact that the wound in the back of his head was closer to the other's head, the scent of his blood only getting more potent and strong with the proximity being so close. "Head...hurts" He sounded like an idiot it was just hard to think. His voice and lips sending small and short vibration into the woman's breast.
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Vivian's back hit the floor with a thud, the vibrations shot through her body. It hurt, but not to badly. She could feel the cold floor underneath her. Blinking a few times, Vivian looked up with her blue eyes. She quickly searched his face for any sign of speech, however it didn't seem like he had much to say. Vivian sat up and watched the man back away from her. Oops.. She thought. Perhaps she shouldn't have tasted his sweet blood.
Vivian opened her mouth to warn the man about the books on the floor, but it was too late. The man misplaced his foot and slipped on the book, falling forward onto her. And back down she went. The ground, once again, was cold on her back. Turning a slight pink color, Vivian looked down at the man, who had comfortably made his place in her bosom. This smell..... His opened wound was closer to her; it was strong and sweet. Vivian felt the man speak, however she couldn't hear him. It didn't matter though, that smell had entrapped her. She tried so hard to stay away from drinking human blood, but his blood...
Lifting her hands of the cold stone ground, Vivian pushed the man up, sitting with him in her arms. She lightly touched his open wound, his warm red blood coated her fingers. Drawing her fingers up to her lips, Vivian took a lick. Sweet... Vivian spoke softly as her canines grew longer then a normal persons should. She leaned down, hovering her lips above his. Don't hate me... Vivian whispered as she moved her lips and gently sank her fangs into the mans neck. She didn't drink much, just enough to satisfy her need. Turns out however, her bite had an...interesting after effect for her victims.
There was always this strange appeal to being injure or sick that Maxwell felt. It had to do with when you got in a good and comfy position it felt so much better than it normally would. That was kind of a rule of life, victories are only sweet when they are hard fought. Still it made him wonder why they had made the carpet so comfy while leaving the bookshelves in a bad condition. The reason being that what he wasn't laying on a carpet. While his upper torso and head didn't move, his hands had moved. Placed on the woman's lower calf the feeling of soft skin slowly had the mechanisms in his head to start working. A white shirt and from the corner of his eyes there was some blue, he wasn't on a carpet he was on the woman's breast. It hadn't been his intention to fall on her and feel her up, Maxwell attempted to get up and move. Only to have his body moved into the woman's arms. At that moment he realized that movement was seriously hurting his head, not permanently but it didn't have to be permanent to be a pain.
Looking up he noticed that the woman had sharp fangs, it wasn't something to be too alarm about. Many people had quirks to how they looked, red eyes weren't exactly common either. Yet her next action was enough to put him in complete alarm. Fingers placed against his wound, blooming dripping from her fingers to her mouth. His blood! "Vampire" Maxwell grumbled. Of course his blood was sweet, that was the taste of having magic flowing through your veins. She wasn't the first vampire he had to deal with and he knew that there was many possibilities that could happen if she bit him. None of them were good for him. Their lips brushed when she told him to not hate her, he couldn't help but feel his heart break. They were the exact words he had used once. Shaking his head slightly dared not go down memory lane and focused on escaping. Putting his hands on her, not caring that they were placed on her breast pushing at her but not before her teeth sunk into his neck. He instantly knew what type of bite it was as his body temperature rose only making his blood feel warm and sweeter. His hands became pudding as he tried to push her away, biting his lip to hold back any noise he might have made. The more blood that was drained from his body the hotter his body felt, and the tighter he bit his lip. It got to the point where the skin in his lip cracked and he softly bled from his lip, tasting his own blood he opened his mouth in disgust only to let out a moan. Shock filled his system, a moment of weakness he never wanted to show would trigger his fight of flight instinct.
"Mato...daso....le archa" In the ground one of the books that didn't look like they belonged would float in the air flipping through the pages before landing back on the ground. Instead a tentacle would appear from the ground, it was much smaller than what he had summon before other than it was just like the others with the suction cups. It would wrap itself around the maid' so body completely covering her up until it reached the neck, where she had fangs biting down on his neck. He had to be careful as any sudden movement and the vampire could bite his threat off. While he could potentially save himself it wouldn't be pretty so instead of trying to pull her away. The tentacles suction cups worked on trying to weaken her grip either by tickling her sides or softly suctioning her lady parts. If arousal made him feel weak then it should work the same way on the woman. Of course Maxwell had no idea that the act of using magic from the book gave his blood almost addicting flavor to it, the magic from the book was like no other it was much more sinister and powerful but like most evil. It disguised itself as good, one way being the taste it gave his blood and the aura that it emitted.
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Vivian couldn't hear the words that came out of the mans mouth, nor the fact that he had summoned a tentacle. All she knew is that the magical creature wrapped around her body. It felt weird, however she finished her meal. Gently sliding her fangs out of the man's neck, Vivian softly licked the wound and drew her face away from the man. She felt his warm blood throughout her body, and her eyes glazed over. She had failed at avoiding human blood, but it was worth it.
The tentacle didn't seem to hold her down, so she leaned back and smiled down at him. Thank you sir~ Your blood taste good...its so sweet....my body feels...warm... Her voice was louder again, for she couldn't tell the volume in which she spoke. The fact that she was restrained didn't bother her. Vivian knew she could get out if needed. Besides, she was a lover not a fighter.
As the fangs were removed from his neck his body desired from more but Maxwell wasn't one to let himself be pushed around by animal instincts. Still the hands that had been placed on the woman's bosoms gave a gentle squeeze before pulling away, in fact his entire body pulled away from her. Ignoring the throbbing head pain, except it wasn't there anymore. In fact his body felt very relaxed and loose alongside feeling extremely hot. Putting his hands on his neck, any marking of the bite would disappear. Maxwell already knew this, vampires had adapted to be sneaky as to not be haunted down after getting a meal. He wasn't even sure if the tentacle had helped free him or if she was simply done with her meal. One way or another the tentacle would quickly let her go and go right back into the ground. Like magic the floor seemed to show no signs of having a tentacle burrowed out of it.
The signature glare and scowl would resurface which to be fair was deserved after he had been bitten by this woman. Who's only response was a thank you, and not a apology. "I couldn't care less" Maxwell grumbled deciding to not even bother with the woman anymore. With the feelings she evoked with her bite the best choice of action was to wait it out until she left, all she was doing was cleaning the room. It shouldn't take long and the desire should go done and hopefully so would his arousal. His tight pants helped conceal it anyways so that wasn't much of a problem. Slowly standing his legs felt wobbly but he managed to get back on his seat where he lay back down. Ignoring the fact that the back of his head was still stained with blood, the bleeding had stopped at least.
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Ah~ A small yelp escaped her lips as the man squeezed her before pulling away. She watched as the tentacles unwrapped around her and burrowed their way back into the ground. Weird... she thought.
Vivian searched the man's lips as he spoke. However he mumbled, which made it very hard for her to understand. couldn't.... l...le... Shaking her head, Vivian watched as the man walked back to his desk. Placing her hands on the ground, Vivian pushed herself up. Adjusting her dress, Vivian smiled and bowed lightly. Sir, I do not understand what you said. Her voice was once again loud. Turning and looking at the ground, Vivian began to bend over and pick up the books that had fallen on the ground. This place was going to get clean damn it. Vivian couldn't help but lick her lips as she continued to clean, the taste of his blood rest on her lips.
