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The next morning, Draydon awoke on his bed, the smell of the brand new sheets filling his nose. He had disposed of both the old, ruined sheets and woman's body in the usual way he did; he took them to the outskirts of the city and burned them. There was always some place where nobody seemed to exist where he could take care of the evidence of what he had done. He sometimes missed the old days, when he could devour a human woman and just leave her, not having to worry about disposing of the evidence. Then again, he also had to compete with all of the other demons when he lived in Europe. He was one of the few who moved to America, which was lucky for him. He wasn't scared of the other incubi, but they could be very troublesome and he didn't like bothering with them.

The full meal from the previous night had made him groggy, and as he sat up he rubbed his eyes sleepily. He looked down at his hands and frowned. His nails were still a bit long, and his dark blue veins still protruded from the thin skin. He could guess that his eyes were still tinted black as well. After eating his demon form always wanted to stick around, even though he didn't want to be in it. He considered staying at home so that his body could go back into it's human form, but he actually was eager to get to school that day. Aza was there after all... he needed to make more ground with her. Maybe he could force his body to go back to its human form for the school day. He was sure he could actually... just as long as it was for the seven hours he had to be there, he wouldn't bother going to football practice. He had to be concentrated on holding his form or else something could slip up. He most had to concentrate on his eyes and the veins in his face, if that showed it would definitely scare every human in the building.

He got out of bed and stretched, cracking his joints and stretching out his muscles. At least his muscles had gone back down to their usual size and his hair had changed back to it's brown shade and was short again. It would definitely look strange if he came to school and was suddenly bigger and had a completely different hair style.
He walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He nodded, deciding that his body was close enough to being human-looking. He checked his teeth in the glass, dried blood still clinged to them. He turned on the water in the shower and stepped in, afterward he vigorously scrubbed at his teeth to remove the blood. He was satisfied when they shined their usual white. He decided it would be best to cover himself as much as possible, so he put on black jeans, a long-sleeved, close-fitting white shirt, and white sneakers. Not much different from his usual attire.
Before walking out of his apartment he put on dark, aviator glasses and threw his backpack over his shoulder.

He saw that he arrived at school earlier than he needed to, so he figured he could go by the field and check on practice to pass the time. The coach raised an eyebrow at him when he got there, but didn't say anything to him. Draydon sat down on the bench on the side of the field and watched as the players ran practice drills.