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The screaming and moaning of tortured souls awaken me into an agonizing and throbbing headache. I turn over to my side and see that it is only nine o’clock in the morning and that it is my cell phone blaring. Out of reluctance and irritation, I answer the phone say, “This had better be important for you to awaken at this early an hour. For if you know me at all, you know that I do not appreciate being awoken at this time of day.”

  There was a moment of hesitation, before the line finally erupted with a quiet voice. “Um… yes…sorry Mr.…. I…I’m sorry Sir. We don’t seem to have your name quite yet.”

  “That it is simple. I have not given away my name. Now, I reiterate. Why are you calling me now, when you know that I despise being awoken before the sunsets and it can wait till the setting sun?”

  “Actually, Sir, it can’t wait.”

  I sit up abruptly in my bed, feeling the headache come at me full force. “And why exactly not?” I growl at both the female on the other end and the pain beating within my skull, making it feel as if my head were about to burst.

  “We have a student here that is failing Calculus and is willing to for the best services we have to offer, which you would be. Yes, we know your requirements usually suit to after the sun setting, but this girl’s only free time is early in the morning. Yes, again we know your requirements for tutoring and we will tell her right away, but we do need you to come and begin your tutoring sessions with her today, if she is to pass the semester with at least a C+ average.”

  I sigh. “I shall be there, and best be sure she knows her restrictions frontwards and backwards.” I end the call and slowly exit my bed and towards the shower.

  “Why is my head throbbing with such profuseness? It feels as if I have over indulged within the body and soul last night.” As I speak those words, I hear several screams of pain and agony ring throughout the loft. I stiffen and check around each corner before brushing it off to being nothing more than a hallucination caused by this never ending headache. While I begin to run the shower water---scolding hot--- and step inside, I am bombarded by flashes and quick images of memories of over several dozen different pure sweet women. They were all curvaceous, wearing some sort of white, and so willing to find love. Sadly they had found me. I took all these women in body and soul. I hurt them all. Somehow, one memory was able the swim up to surface within the fog and haze of memories of last night, pain, despair, remorse, and self loathing of this morning. Twins.

 I stepped into course of these twins that seemed to be joined at the hip they were walking so close to one another. I smile. A two for one. I walk up to them laughing light heartedly, acting as if I knew them. “I have heard of you two being close but this is ridiculous. It looks as if you two are more like Siamese twins than just two separate identical twins.”

  They put a hand on either hip and said together, “And what makes you think we’re not?”

  I smile. “Simple really. You are not wearing one big skirt, as I have seen most do. You are not wearing overly baggy shirts to hide the place where you two would be conjoined at. Also, for the fact that I am able to do this.” I place my hand in between the two of them and let my hand slide down between them, “severing” them from one another. “There? See?”

  They look at me in pure amazement and gratitude at what I had just done.

  “H-h-how did you do that?” The one to the left of me was the first to speak.

  “I guess you could say that I have the magictouch.” I step between them and rap my hands around them, not truly touching them just yet. I read there minds. They were grateful to be separated from one another. They loved one another very, very much, but they were happy to be rid of on another’s side. I smiles for the want to thank me in a very pleasurable way. So I wrap my arms around them fully, catching them as their knees buckled from the pain. I give a worried smile and say, “You look as if you two need to lie down. Come. My home is only a short distance away.” I lead them to my loft, knowing them I had done was, in fact, magic. I also knew that it would be so wonderful to indulge in these two fine, young curvaceous women simultaneously.

I shake my head, gripping my hair. “No! No, I could not have. I-I-I-I walked home after the last woman I had feasted upon unexpectedly! This can not be true! These… these images and memories cannot be fact. They…they must be fiction!”

  “They are not fiction my child. Theeesssssseeeeee are pure fact. You all of theeesssssseeeeee women’sssssssssss livessssssssssss. I must sssay that I am toughly sssshhhhocked but very proud of how you fed. Mosssst proud.”

  I see the foul creature that had started all of thissss form with in my mind, ssssmiling. “No! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Feeling as if I have died yet another time, I walk slowly towards the college campus’s library to where this incompetent mortal girl sitsss and awaitsss my arrival. Sigh. Please excussseee my hissssing tone. Thisss hass been going ever since my encounter with the putrid beassst. I pray that it shall wear off sssoon, for I want no unwanted questionsss erupting the girl’s mouth. I want only questions that pertain to Calculus and Calculus alone.

  “Good morning, Sir. Once again, I am so sorry for disturbing you this early in the morning, but thank you so much for coming out this morning.” I presume the skittish female must have seen the look upon my face, for she become very blunt and very brief. “She’s waiting right by front desk. She is in all black with small hints of red. You can’t miss her. She’s the only one dressed like that in there and on this entire campus, as far as I know. Good luck.” She scampers off, ramming her way through several jocks and trampling them to the ground.

  A very strong woman.

  I step inside of the library and make my way towards the information desk, and as the strong, skittish woman had said. She was standing there. A velvet strapless dress, fish net stockings, black stilettos, fishnet gloves, black fingernails, black makeup, and pin straight raven black hair. She is a tad slimmer than most I encounter, but she does show some curves and no angles. I despise angles. “Come; let us find a dark corner in this accursed place.” I do not approach her at all. I am several feet away from her as I speak. “And yes, you in the black, I am speaking to you.” I scavenger through out the library till I find a satisfactory area within the only shadows of the entire library, underneath one of the many large windows in a corner. I turn and point at the chair seated within the corner. “Sit.”

  She does as I say.

  “Open your book to page one hundred and fifty-four.”

  She repeatedly nods and begins flipping pages until she reaches the designated page.

  I scan it. “Complete all problems on the page, show all your work, and make sure you read the word problems carefully.” I snatch the devise from her hand. “And no calculator.”

  She huffs but does as I say.

  “How good are you in geometry?”

  “Not good,” as she speaks she makes her eighteenth erasing within less than a minutes time span.

  “That is fine. Those who do less than adequate in geometry usually excel in Algebras I and II.”

  “Suck at those, too.” She erases for the twenty-ninth time and has not even escaped from the first problem on the page.

  I snatch the paper from her and grunt in pure disbelief as I see what she has been struggling with all this time. A simply Algebra question. I pick my jaw up from the floor and look at her. “Do you expect me to believe that you cannot do this simple equation in your head?”

  “I told you I suck at it.”

  “Then you suck at basic math, for that is what this is. The only difference is that you are finding a missing variable. In this simple little equation, you just subtract and divide. That is all. How are you so incapable of doing that?”

  “I suck!”

  I sigh and lean over her. “Here, lets us begin with…” I begin to show her the basic steps and equations. It took over three hours for her to understand the basic concepts of both Algebra I and II. “So as you see…”

  She attempts to touch my hand for what seems like the millionth.

  I just slide mine from hers.

  “As you see here…”

  She attempts to stroke my arms.

  I place it behind my back.

  “And here you notice…”

  She sits up right in her seat for the first time.

  I stand, back erected, and walk over to the opposite side of the table.

  “Now here…”

  She slides her hand over towards mine, the one not touching the book.

  I jerk my hand back and keep a calm demeanor, surprisingly, as I say. “Did your advisor tell you not to touch? If so, I would listen to her advice.”

  “She told me, but I don’t listen her. I don’t listen to what most people tell me.”

  “Well you should listen, especially to her. It is for your own good.”

  “But why don’t you like being touched?”

  Screams echoed through out my still throbbing mind. “Long story. It is late. Your next class should be starting soon.”

  “Yeah… you’re right. I should go.”

  I watch her as she stands and slowly exit’s the library, glimpsing back over her shoulder at me. I only stand there, watching her out of the corner of my eye, scanning the library. Once my full eye sight reaches her, I simply just wave a farewell, and she leaves out of sheer reluctance. That girl was going to be a challenge; always focusing her attention on touching me, not understanding basic math skills, never doing as she is told. She was a challenge. A true challenge indeed. A challenge that I could not wait to conquer and figure out. A puzzle worth solving and putting up with, for now. She truly is rarer than all the others that I have tutored or met. My skin did not even moan in hunger when around her. It…silenced. For once in my immortal life, my skin silenced when it hunger and not of reluctance or me commanding it to. This, my nosy mortals, was quite refreshing.

  I ponder back to her reluctant exit, thinking of how she wanted to ask to stay and for me to help her more or just until she fully understood Calculus. That would have taken weeks upon weeks that I do not feel like wasting.

  I scan through all the wondrous towering shelves of books both fiction and nonfiction, seeing if there are any books that I may add to my collection at my loft in my own library. There were actually several bedrooms in that loft I just converted all but one into a big enough room for all of my books. I take pride I my collection, having kept them in the most mid of their condition, with some books dating back to the year 1000. Fiction and nonfiction, diaries, and poems stalk those shelves as they do here. Though mine is a tad smaller. For just as everyone else, I do not fall in love with every piece of literature that I read. I even hold and cherish one book dated as far back as my mortal life. The Holy Bible. I have not touched it in centuries, for it scolded me the last time I had; burned me to the touch. It only proves how from God’s grace that I truly am. I far away from anyone’s grace I truly am. It is another part of this creature that I am that I absolutely despise. SIGH! No! I shall not tell you what creature I am! Stop your consistent questioning!

  I continue to run my left index finger along the spines of each and every book that I pass by, smiling as I see some of my favorites sing past my view. Then, I stop at Moby Dick. I never quite understood the reason for writing a book about a giant whale and a temperamental fisherman. I had truly never read the book, so I cannot pass judgment upon it. I smile, looking ahead to see two of my all time favorites Interview with the Vampire and Queen of the Damned. “A few of my closest acquaintances are in these books. The Queen, the two main males in Interview with the Vampire, and that sweet little girl. Though not so little in mind, soul, and spirit.” I sigh, “Such a tragedy that she was bitten so young, though in today’s time a vampire or vampiress is able to change their age to what ever they wish. If only that were possible for this young woman. Sadly, she and all their names escape me.” I turn my head towards the far end of the isle of bookcases. “Do you know them Miss? My acquaintances names? You seem as if you are a better reader and writer than a mathematician.”

  She steps from her hiding place with a look of bewilderment engulfing her face. “How did you know I was there? No one is ever able to tell when I’m near or around them. It is how I know any and everything about each and every one of these people on the campus.” At that last sentence her face turns to pure sheer pride.

  I chuckle. “Yes, well that may be true for the other unlucky souls, but, in my opinion, your stealth is less than to be desired for. I have seen ghouls move with better stealth than you, and that is when their limbs are partially decaying before they meet a merciful witch or wizard.” She stands there dumbfounded, more than likely wondering if I am actually being serious in my answers and statements. You all know that I am, but it seems as if she does not. Odd, I believed her to be a wiccan. I suppose my intuition was a tad off. “Why are you here? Are you not supposed to be heading towards your next class?”

  “It doesn’t start for another half hour. I wanted to see if you were still here and if maybe you’d like to come and grab a quick bite with me?”

  “You are loosing track of time Miss. Your class begins in five minutes, and I have no liking for the sun. I despise walking through out the daylight hours. I prefer the night much, much more.” I begin my journey towards the entrance doors to the library.

  “Well how about tonight then?”

  “Thankfully, no. I have a feeling that I shall be expecting an old friend to drop by.”

  “Dracula?”

  “No, he still lives somewhere of in Romania, contrary to what your movies lead you to believe different.”

  “Well, can you come out tonight?” She had to yell now because of our distance.

  “Have fun in class Miss!” I step out of the library’s giant wooden double doors and into one of my worst foes to walk this accursed earth. The Sun. I put on my dark glasses and walk within in the shadows caused by my foe, heading home, and awaiting a visit