I progressively learned that we were standing in the arched threshold to the class.

As my head moved from dark-colored sharp shoes to the tip of his perfectly styled and auburn hair, my eyes were instantly mirrored back at me from him. He was examining my descrying expression, as he too, ventured onto me. I had never in my life, seen this kind of splendor in someone than in this well-manicured person. At least no one I could comprehend now, came to mind.

A sudden lapse of grasp failed to help with any logged memories. I was drawing a blank hole as to anything prior to standing right here, right now.

I was literally stunned; Caught off guard; the part of the movie where the girl has stepped into her unknowingly eccentric character.

For the few minutes that our glances traded, I was winded. His emerald eyes shrilled in their very distinguishability; inviting, yet, a fire easily burned from them. The kind of eyes that you only dream to be watched with - the novelist eyes themselves. Lips of an angel; soft, full, pouty in a way, but still made every part of you want to be touched by them.

That luscious thick hair feathered back, though it wasn't packed with some expensive product; you could tell that it was more than likely very soft; probably even sexier when it was wet.

I could sense something from him that I could not explain in any simple terms. It's as if I had felt him before; Hitting me the second I found his eyes.

He formed a crooked smile that suddenly goose-bumped my entire body with eerie-familiarity; I didn't understand why I felt this way.

"So, finally we all get to meet the whole class now," he rose from his position from against the table that assumingly was built specifically for this room. The stained wood stretched further than your average desk would. Which only goes into account how much money went into this university.

Nik, bumped a right elbow into me as she walked to her seat, waking me from my frozen and hallucinating state. I think I smiled. I'm sure I ramped up my walking a little faster to get to my own seat. I felt as if my knees were going to crumble from under the pressure of the stare from him; not to mention from gawps of the other students – passing on either side of me. Both Nik, and I retreated to our seats. Nik took her place by the side of 'Sir' Ben; while I sat behind them, a row up - alone.

"Alright, we can now begin," his smoothed voice crawled up my back making me gaze up to peak at him shyly. Suddenly the shyness poured off like rain when I looked up; I was at once seduced by him; by his handsomeness.

It felt rather odd to me; to be so infatuated in less time than it takes to change a tampon. Quickly all prior guilt of Riley (what were they again?) were simply gone. Pretty soon I was blistering over Brenhin. I had heard of his "uniqueness", but Nik left most of the details for the imagination to conjure up. He was more than that. He may be excessively perfect – dare I say it – too perfect.

My fingers lingered on the nap of my neck. Something that I'm rarely mindful of doing so, this time was different. I typically have a metal chain intertwining within my forefinger and thumb. It wasn't there.

Naturally, as if I can't be the only one with this peculiarity, I'm nothing if not naked without it on. All senses snapped into place as I latched onto my bag, shifting it to the left, then to the right as I begged myself not to have lost the one thing that I hold so dear from my grandmother.

The only thing that was given to me.

THERE! RIGHT THERE!

I can trace the hard metal underneath the fabric of the lining. The stone was unmistakable as I tried to pull the sucker from the torn hole. Almost...got... it... Ah – Success!

The silver chain had given some of its length. Not wanting to tear anymore of a bigger gap than there already was. I managed to gather it out. I was immediately relieved. I never find something that important, that easily.

Stretching its length along my neck, I fastened it back to its proper place. That felt immensely and consciously better.

I may mistakenly forget that I don't have panties on at times, but, without my necklace, I'd feel as if there were no clothes shielding my sensitive place from the boogities of the world at all.

Settling back into my chair with of an ease than previously before. The procedure of words galloped in and out of my brain. Leaving nothing of want, I seriously had no interest in hearing every single detail of what life had been back when ladies walked around with certain body hair even longer than men at times; I suppose I've always had that type of rebellion in me.

I sense this semester is going to be one-drawn-out-yawn-fest.

As I am fantasizing of who I may been in a past life (full disclosure - Cleopatra) Brenhin leers to me; composes a smile that rests on me; a smile wrapping tightly around me, but, not the same as with before.

Before, I felt there had been no control over how I was supposed to feel; this time, there was this needling throb sensation pegging at my brain. Searing like tiny strikes of lightening; it became too much as I threw my head downward and into my open hands; I scoured at the pain. I assumed a sudden headache has begun. A few seconds of rubbing my temple intensely, I wandered my gap back up, to the harbored fascination; noticing the girls in the line of view, turn and glower.

While regaining a more adequate focus, I casually looked to my left to see a guy, (well two guys; the cute jock-looking type sitting in the front row; perhaps for an up and close seat. Then this other guy on my row, far on the left side of the room. A casual slight-hint of a smile adorned him; he quickly pressed his gaze forward when noticing me, notice him.)

A slight tilt of fascination returned along with my gaze back forward; as that small gestured incident was easy enough to forget, as the visual threats continued from the 'pretty girls.'

Their eyes darting at me like I was an archfiend or something, stealing their answer to their very existence away. Settle down there, you, libido-throbbing incubators; not actually that interested in a presuming 'perfect' guy. Not even sure of dating. Not after the last one, ugh. NO! I shall not dwell or nourish the consideration of remembering those dark times.

Bewildered by their gazes, I turned quickly back to my tiny desktop and studied the odd names, mixed of commonly known phrases carved into the wood.

Just don't look up at him, Danni!

Yet, curiosity enveloped – no harm in looking... no one ever dies from just looking, right? Otherwise the population would be in an incredible shortage, rather than in an immense abundance.

The subtle movement of my index finger tapping the dark stone of my necklace seized all interest. It dawned on me; the entirety of surroundings; like I had taken the first air from a long hold of breath underneath ravenous water.

Something was amiss here. How was Nicki not at all aware of what was going on? Judging from her body language and the rugged finger of Ben at her nether regions, I'd say she was more than willing to be occupied.

I swear, she's slowly unraveling from the Nicki of yester-year.

I abandoned the stone, placing the threat out of my mind as being a ridiculous theory, while readjusting the beginning stages of a sore hip, from the right to the left.

Suddenly, I had that feeling of holding my breath under water again; as if, I was being forced to change all I was capable of processing through my own two cent brains. Him. That was all I could think of, which I knew had to be wrong, I had a tad more resistance to a handsome face than this. No. No! this isn't me!

I threatened my own self with pinches to the most sensitive area I could think of – the underarm flesh, one or two pricks from a failed attempted manicure, and I could stop anything from persuading me – supernatural or not.

Trying to keep from garnering too much attention - which I did not want – I couldn't keep my gaze locked on just the top of my desk. The tone he'd been exchanging with all of them, from the moment Nik and I stepped into the room, altered. A soothing melancholy of sound roused the air; he certainly had had practice with this strange enchantment of a spell.

A few minutes heaving; nervously rotating the stone, and a few interweaving thoughts about; I could breathe better on my own; more importantly – I could think.

The chime of his sudden baritone voice broke, with instructions for next week's class. "... As you all know, from Professor Taylor's lecture last week, we will be trying to uproot a myth, or perhaps a legend, that has been around for centuries..." Taking a breath to pander around the room.

"This myth has been played with over with endless petitions, but there is reason for it to maintain such reputation. With the best and arguably the most popular tradition of this myth forming from the tall-tale of Bram Stoker... whom all of you must know – unless you've never read anything or seen any movie in your life... know that he wrote this masterpiece with the use of material he had gathered from other cultures from around the world, and many now use this as inspiration for much of vampire lure: Dracula."

Curling a hint of a smile when turning; focusing on me, and Nikki for a fracture of a second. I stung as quickly a smirk as I could muster, to make my awareness as unseen as possible.

Who am I to try and face off against any dark dweller... let alone – an insanely 'prettier' version than what is often seen; it makes me wonder, if the visual was at all the real form it was demanding to be?

Alright, it's a good thing I still have my tiny obsession with the shadowy world - considering my whole life has been about never knowing where I fit in - but reality has been kicking my arse pretty spectacularly; a kicking that forced me to continually question all rationality; all existence; yatta-yatta, in short - believing in that kind of stuff.

Most of the classmates, including myself, let out an exaggerated sigh when we heard him say what the major topic and discussion would be on: Legends, particularly about vampires. That sure got Niks' attention – FINALLY! – her gap fled from Ben to me in a short, quick whiff.

My eyebrows an inch from where they are naturally. Mouthing morphing into a grimace.

Who in the right mind wants to know about vampires? Why would you want anyone to ponder the likelihood?

Although, I must admit that: Yes! I too have in the past envisioned myself being seduced by a vampire, 'and I am of his only desire.' I shamelessly blame any, and all things representing our illusion of this said immortalized creature.

As time shall show, you grow up, mature in moderate stature and certain body parts, forgetting details of what made fairytales so damn special to begin with; then, when you've turned your sustainable back, somehow fate, would have you meet such a guy, with an earth-shattering realization that everything that you've envisioned is completely, and utterly wrong... wrong... Oh, so very wrong.

I'm not downgrading that there may be anything particularly incorrect with fantasies of this caliber; please (by all means) if you find one that is as close to perfection as you had always diluted yourself in believing, then have at it; BUT! - That's a but with a juicy, fat warning - from what I've experienced, and from what you've read are nothing like it is; when you've experienced first-hand the incredible horror that comes along with that first gentle kiss of the hand.

The amount of blood; bodily fluids that have been witnessed -How do I even manage to eat, now-a-days?

I'll admit there is nothing better (back then, well, maybe now too) than to have him (or them) trace your neck and sink his (or their) teeth into your ivory skin and let him (or them) have every bit of your pain staking life.

Ok, I'm maybe a little more than still turned on by that, but, honestly, you tell me who isn't? I'm pretty sure every woman alive, and gay man everywhere would...um...'die' to be so lucky.

But, coming back to the land of real-life, vampires, or as I like to reference - suck-faces; are nothing but an insatiable ache; a waste of energy, and, of all else, especially not worth the time.