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The wink took her by surprise and caused her to turn her head down. She waited for him to leave the room and she sighed softly. She wasn't sure how she felt about this situation at all... Though, it could possibly be a good thing if she wanted to feed off of someone... He was bound to have friends or something he hated. If she got close to him then she could pick off his friends and everything... That thought made her feel better about this. A lot better...

So, she walked out of the room after some thought and made her way to the main hallway. She simply sat down on one of the benches, not wanting to go into the lunchroom at all. Lunch wasn't that long anyway. She pulled out her sketch pad and decided to do a little sketching in there. She was just simply sketching a woman right now, drawing the curve of her face and the long eyelashes. She would sketch the most random things and her sketchpad was almost full.

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The day had been extremely pleasing to Sasha as she walked down the hall to get to the cafeteria. She had made a few friends in her last class and they told her to look for them in the lunchroom. She would have walked with them there but the teacher had wanted to talk to her after class for a couple minutes.
There seemed to be nothing evil at this school from what Sasha could tell, except for tha math class.
She shivered at the thought and entered the cafeteria, not actually needing to eat but eager to taste human food once again.
And there her newfound friend were, waving at her from a crowded table with smiles.
There's just no way anything evil could be at this school... Sasha thought to herself again as she passed by the large table filled with all of the football players.

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He was still wondering if he left even intrigue about himself for the new girl to come seek him out herself. Since he'd already greeted her once her couldn't go up to her again as if he was seeking her out. That would come off as if he was stalking her every move, which in turn was a definite put-off. He just had to wait and see how the cards would fall.
Lunch seemed to only take a few minutes of the day and when the bell rang Draydon walked away from the table he always sat at with a few blabbering horny girls following him to his next class.
Idiot girls like these could have been easy prey and he could have moved on from this place in a week, but he didn't like his chase to be so easy. Sometimes he would be in the mood for such a thing but not when he went through the trouble as posing as a fellow high school student so that he could blend in. This new girl would be his goal now, and the whining girls who followed his every step would continue to be ignored. Lucky for them.

His next class was art and he was pleasantly surprised when he saw the tiny girl sitting at the table he was assigned to. This would be the perfect opportunity. He quickly went to his seat which was right next to her and sat down.

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The sketch was coming along nicely when she realized that lunch was done. She closed the book and sighed, taking one last glance at hr perfectly drawn eyes and then she made her way towards where she figured art was. She made it there no problem and looked around the room, feeling completely at home here. It even smelled of art. She closed her eyes for a moment and breathed in. She smiled instantly and slinked into the room, eyes set on the female art teacher. She hunched her shoulders lightly as she looked up at the significantly taller woman.

Though, sadly, she was shorter than pretty much everyone on the planet... And she was shorter than everyone she'd seen at this school too. She knew she was tiny and it made her feel intimidated at times, but she knew she could break the neck of any of these people in the blink of an eye. She was tiny, but she wasn't helpless in the least bit... Which really helped with her self esteem problems sometimes...

The woman was more than glad to hear her introduction and she pointed to the only open chair in the entire place. Aza turned and looked over there and her smile faded for a moment when she realized who she was supposed to sit beside. She looked down for a moment and then hunched her shoulders again, looking up at the teacher. She smiled again and thanked her before walking over to where she was supposed to sit for this class...

Placing her things on the top of the table, she smoothed her skirt down over her bottom and sat in the chair, keeping her focus on her things. She pulled out her sketching pencil and opened her sketch pad, going over the light work she'd done on the woman's lips to make them darker and much more defined. She wanted to make it look like she was busy or something and couldn't talk or anything.

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The last class of the day looked to be a visual arts class. Sasha sighed. She had never been much of a creative person. Even when it came to literature she was never the one who did any writing; reading was her passion. You didn't have to be very creative to read.
But she knew she couldn't do anything about having such a class so she just gathered up her things and headed in the direction of the classroom.

When she arrived there weren't a lot of people sitting down at the large wooden tables arranged neatly throughout the room. Sasha just sat down at an empty one in the center of the room and observed the few others in the class. She was trying to scan for any sort of malevolence in the area but all she could pick up was a small buzzing, which good most definitely be angry or hateful thoughts coming from ordinary humans. Sasha never knew why humans had the need to think such things, and how they could allow themselves to. When she was still a human herself she would sometimes think something hurtful towards another person but she immediately corrected herself and prayed for her negative thoughts to be repented. In any case, Sasha wasn't picking up anything that she could be sure was a demon of some sort, so she just took out a small notepad and starting drawing random curves and lines on the back of it.

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As Draydon sat down next to the girl he could see that she was busy trying to look busy. He let out a small chuckle. She was definitely the shy and retiring type. She didn't want anyone to pay attention to her and wanted to be left alone as much as possible.
So be it, Draydon would let her be for now. He would have to make sure that he could lure her to him without any real direct contact. He sat facing away from her and watched as the art teacher gave instructions on what they would be doing today.

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Insanely happy that she was going to be left alone, Aza sighed heavily and then looked up at the teacher. She stopped hunching over the table now, knowing she needed to pay attention to her right now. She really enjoyed art, so she wanted to listen to everything the woman had to say. She was simply enthralled in what the assignment was, knowing she would do more than excel in anything this woman could give her. She had been drawing, sketching, and painting for a really long time now... So, she had some skills to say the least.

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When the teacher began speaking it took Sasha a minute to hear her. When she finally realized that the teacher was giving instructions she took her eyes off of her notepad and listened carefully to the assignment.
Apparently the class was to draw a self portrait, in any way they wished. Sasha sighed internally, knowing that her drawing wouldn't be a very good one. But she took the sheet of paper the teacher handed her and took out a box of crayons she had put in her bag.
Sasha loved the colors and the smell of the wax sticks, and she had always envied the human children she would observe who colored with them. Back when she was alive there were no Crayola crayons, and this would be the first time that she could use them.

She hummed quietly to herself as she looked in the small mirror provided by the teacher and started to draw herself with a gold-colored crayon.

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Apparently the assignment for that day was to draw a self portrait, in any medium you chose.
Draydon was never very interested in art, and this class was always long and boring to him. Nonetheless, he picked up a black marker and began to draw his face as he saw it in the mirror.
Even though he didn't care for art, it didn't mean he couldn't make it. Being a demon gave you all kinds of skills and his steady hand and focused mind allowed him to be able to draw his likeness fairly easily.

He finished the picture in about ten or fifteen minutes and promptly leaned back in his chair, gazing out of his peripheral vision at how the girl next to him was doing. She obviously wasn't a stranger to the arts, he noticed when he saw how comfortable she was with a pencil in her hand.

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Honestly, Aza was in awe when the woman said you could draw it in any medium you chose. Of course she was going to draw with a pencil. She lovedto sketch so much, so it only made sense to her. She loved to shade and everything with it, so she was really looking forward to this. She didn't need the mirror at all though... It wasn't like she would be able to see anything in it at all... So, it was useless to her. She just flipped it upside down on the table and began her sketch. She finished it quickly and accurately in about thirty minutes...

The sketch had stolen her mind so heavily that she hadn't realized the male beside of her was done already. She looked down at her sketch and put her finishing touches on the choker around her neck before sighing softly. She was done with it and she was insanely proud of it... Especially the way she got the thick eyeliner lines around her eyes so perfectly. She smiled down at her sheet of paper and then leaned back in her chair a little.

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Draydon looked down at the girl's drawing after she finished. It was quite good and he hadn't seen her even glance at her mirror.
"That's pretty good," he said to her, studying the drawing.
He leaned forward towards her so that he could get a better look. It was a little strange of him to be actually interested but he didn't expect to find such a good artist at a mere high school level. Her skills equaled that of a master.
She must be some sort of prodigy or something.
"You should think about pursuing this," he told her jokingly with a flash of his white teeth.

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Shying away from the closeness, Aza looked down at her drawing as he analyzed it. It made her feel good that he thought it was good, but she really didn't think he needed to be quite this close for him to compliment her on her work. She swallowed the knot in her throat and then she hunched her shoulders slightly. She had really thought about pursuing this, but she really didn't have the... Inspiration? to do that. She sighed softly as that reentered her head and then she turned her attention back to Draydon.
"Well... I don't really see this being something I could make a living out of," she said in her light voice and shook her head.

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Draydon glanced up at her and smirked.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but you don't look like someone who has money troubles," he told her.
The way she carried herself and the fashionable, luxurious clothes she wore proved that her family must have money. He leaned away from her and crossed his arms. This seemed like the perfect opportunity for some introductions.
"Just so you know, I'm Draydon Illuise," he told her with a neutral expression on his face.
He still couldn't tell if she would be up for any sort of real chatter. Probably not. But hopefully she would at least introduce herself. He knew he had to play this game carefully...

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Glancing down at her lap, Aza sighed. Of course she didn't have money troubles... Her father was a rather famous and successful scientist... And he had plenty of money saved up for her and himself as well... And they also didn't have to spend money on food. Sometimes they would get transfusion blood from hospitals, but more times than those, they would pick off a poor human that no one would miss and feed off of him... She then shook those thoughts from her mind and glanced back up at the male that had properly introduced himself.
"My name is Aza Rebbecca Hopkins..." she said with a small smile.

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"Interesting name. Nice to meet you," he said, still keeping his face emotionless.
Instead of trying to keep up a conversation with her he turned away from her and sat his chin on his palm, elbow on the table.
The teacher was coming around to see how everyone was doing and as she came to their table she looked over Draydon's shoulder at his work.
"Great as always Draydon. It's really too bad you don't have any interest in it," she said to him with a frown on her face.

She turned over to Aza and glanced at her work as well.
"Oh my gosh Miss Hopkins, that's an incredible portrait!" she exclaimed.
She reached out to pick up the drawing to take a better look at it.
"Yes, very nice..." she mused as she examined it further.

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When Draydon turned back, Aza's worries slipped out of her mind. She sighed softly and then looked down at her fidgeting hands in her lap. She knew she was just really shy today because it was her first day. After a few days here, she would be much better around people and she couldn't wait for that. She was already tired of being so damned shy. She closed her eyes for a moment and then looked back up at her portrait. She was scanning it to see if she needed to add anything to it, but she knew it was just perfect the way it was... She'd drawn herself many times and she'd also drawn her hair clip by itself enough that she knew what it was supposed to look like.

Then she noticed the teacher coming around and she got instantly nervous. She closed her eyes, hoping that her portrait would be satisfactory. When she heard the exclamation from the woman, she knew it was all over. But then she heard the words and it made her feel great... Really great. "Thank you so much!" she said to the teacher with a bright smile. "Art is one of my passions... I draw all of the time." She then glanced to her sketch pad she had safely on the table.

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Draydon could see how happy she got when her art was complimented. It actually made him smile a bit. That smile of hers reminded him so much of her...
He shook his head furiously. How could he start thinking like that?
He had done away with that woman, she shouldn't mean anything to him. He was an incubus; he seduced human females, had his way with them, and then fed off of them. His brow was furrowed in thought until he focused back on reality.

The teacher continued to go around the classroom looking at everyone's portraits. She stopped at one girl and they both enjoyed a laugh, apparently the girl had drawn a very childlike picture of herself as an angel or something stupid like that. Draydon couldn't help but roll his eyes when it was exclaimed to the class.
Then for a good deal of class the teacher came back to his and Aza's table to talk with her about her artwork. Aza seemed happy for all the attention her art was getting from the teacher. He was glad when the bell finally rang to release them from the school.
He was getting quite hungry, in more ways than one. It would be a good thing to go out that night and find an eager female. He hadn't had a meal in months and he licked his lips as he walked out of the class, he couldn't wait.

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The teacher could tell that Sasha was no artist, but she thought her effort of an angelic portrait was cute to say the least.
The day ended on a high note and by the time the final bell rang Sasha was smiling broadly. This class wouldn't be bad after all.
All she did after school was head to the small apartment she had been given by "divine interference". When she arrived she did what a normal high school student would do, get her homework done. It would be good to have decent grades right? To be undercover she should learn how to imitate a model student, she should have plenty of time to identify the possible demon threat. She hadn't even really sensed anything today. Maybe there wasn't even a demon there, those supreme angels could make mistakes sometimes.

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It made her feel so good when the woman put the portrait back down on the table. She quickly picked up her pencil and signed her name in the upper right hand corner. She then did a calligraphy type font to write her name in big letters in a bare spot on the page. She thought it looked nice and added character to the sketch... By the time she was done with that, though, the teacher had returned to her. She was more than willing to talk about art with her and she was so happy when the bell rang. She loved it when people talked to her about art... Because people rarely did. She didn't have anyone to talk to about it because her Dad didn't really care much for art... He'd look at her drawings though, especially when they were of him. He'd talk to her about them then... Because he didn't remember what he looked like. He'd been a vampire for so long as it was...

Well, the day was now over and Aza was fairly happy as she picked her things up and made her way out of the school. She'd hung back a little to talk to the teacher though, since she seemed really interested in her art. That had made her so happy and rather anxious to come back to school the next day. That surprised her though... Because she thought she wasn't going to like any aspect of this place... But here she was excited about coming back the next day... But then she remembered that when she got home, she had to eat... She stopped walking and looked around at the people. She wondered what her father had in store for her when she got home.

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The bar was dark and loud, crowds of people pressed up against each other in the building. Draydon had only had a couple of drinks before he noticed a woman who looked like she would be worth while. He flashed a grin at her from across the bar and she returned it with a smile. She was wearing a snug black dress that hugged her sultry body nicely. Thick, dark locks of hair fell over her shoulders and she had minimal but still sexy makeup. She looked to be about twenty-three.
Draydon maneuvered his way through the bodies until he got to her. He grinned down at her again when he was standing in front of her.
"You want to get out of here?" she asked him with a suggestive smile.
Straight to the point. Draydon liked that.
"I have no problems with that. My place?" he relpied and she nodded in agreement.
This type of seduction was always easy for Draydon. There were plenty of young beautiful women who were looking for a fun one-night-stand. He enjoyed the full hunt a lot more, but he needed to fill his stomach. He had Aza as his new target, and it wouldn't hurt to be feeling his best for the chase.

They quickly made their way out of the crowded bar and out into the cool night air. Draydon's car waited about a block away and it didn't take long for them to arrive at his medium-sized apartment. As soon as they were in his bedroom they embraced and pressed their mouths against each other. Draydon easily unzipped the woman's dress, letting it fall to the floor, along with her undergarments immediately after. He pulled off his own clothes as well and they laid down on the dark sheets on his bed.
The following activities were the usual thing, Draydon wasn't being anymore creative than he usually would be, as this wasn't what his main goal was for the night. The woman didn't mind at all though, the sounds that erupted from her mouth seemed to prove that.
They moved together on the bed until they were both breathing hard and sweat was seeping from their pores.

As they began to finish their final release Draydon began to move his tongue across her, from her mouth down to her stomach, then back up to her rapidly rising and falling chest. He let his tongue roam around her breasts until finally settling in the middle of her chest, where he started nibbling at the skin there. Soft gasps of pleasure escaped the woman's mouth as he continued to suck on her skin. Draydon continued licking and nibbling the pale skin of her chest, gradually increasing the pressure his teeth made on her skin. He could feel his energy rising as his form began to change. The woman just continued to moan with her eyes shut. Draydon could feel his hair grow and fall down his back, the midnight-colored hair contrasting against the silver streaks that ran through it. His veins protruded against his graying skin and his hands clamped down on the woman's wrists, holding them down to the bed. He started to bite down on the skin of her chest harder and harder. Finally as his transformation completed he let his sharpened teeth sink into her skin, drawing blood and a whimper of pain from the victim. She opened her eyes only to see black ones staring back at her, a sadistic grin spreading Draydon's mouth wide. He bit down deep into her skin, biting out a full chunk of flesh from her chest, and a sharp scream erupted out of her mouth. Draydon continued to take huge bites out of her bare chest, gulping down the crimson blood and chunks of her flesh greedily. Her blood gushed from the wound, staining the sheets and her light skin. Draydon continued to consume the human's blood and meat, working his way down. Her screams continued to burst from her mouth, never ceasing. Tears streamed down her face as the incubus ate her alive.

Draydon finally lifted his mouth from her chest when he reached the white rib bones that protected her heart. He grinned down at the pulsing red organ, red staining his teeth and covering his face. He reached down into her chest cavity, moving his hand in between her ribs until he reached her heart. He clasped his hand around the still-beating organ and squeezed it. The woman gasped. And Draydon yanked out her life force, splintering the protective bones as he did so. The heart looked delicious, and Draydon eagerly took a huge bite out of it, savoring the taste. He quickly had it down his throat and in his stomach. He looked down at his victim in delight, her body covered in the blood that oozed from the gaping hole in her chest. He wouldn't feast on the rest of her, her heart was the thing he desired after all, and the rest of her body would start to rot since it was no longer alive.

As he walked to the adjacent bathroom, away from the hideous scene, he left large thick, red puddles on the floor, the woman's blood dripping off of his naked body.
He left the light off when he entered the room, not needing it to see. He looked at himself in the large mirror, his demon form drenched in red. He gazed into his own black eyes with no expression. The next heart would be a lot more satisfying than this one, perhaps even more delicious than that other woman's. The woman he had fallen in love with, then devored.