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It had never been this hard to be a vampire while still in school. Sure, there were days where it had been bad and he had been hungry, but Mikhail had always been able to pack a blood bag to take with him, or if he really needed to, a dead rabbit in his backpack sufficed too. But after the incident in Bulgaria and his family of vampires getting discovered and witchhunted out of the country, he wasn't able to get those human blood bags anymore. His father wasn't working with doctors anymore; Mikhail had no way to satisfy his hunger anymore.
Moving was always difficult, especially when you were moving to a whole new country on the other side of the world. But it was necessary for their safety. It had only been two months since he started attending Oak Ridge High School, and he was already getting bullied. He was seen as the weird kid, and because of that, a couple students took it upon themselves to make him feel unwelcome by beating him most days after school. Whatever it was, it was bearable. What wasn't was his gradually heightening hunger. Animal blood wasn't enough to fill his stomach fully; he needed human blood.
His entire family had done everything in their power to make sure they never went for live prey; it was inhumane and dangerous. They couldn't be caught, or the family would undeniably be killed off. Mikhail had been raised alongside humans, although it was when he was faking that he himself was a human too. But fuck, when that kid in art class got a papercut, he almost lost it. That scared him shitless—the way his mouth watered from a drop of blood. He had to leave the room and go into the bathroom to have a breakdown. *How monstrous had he become in such a short time?**Today was horrid—probably the worst in his entire life.* The hunger had gotten so bad that not even the animal blood could satisfy an inch of his hunger. The dead rabbit he kept in his bag for emergencies had rotted by now; he had nothing. Usually he wore contacts, and his eyes always changed colors depending on his state of hunger. *But Christ, not even the contacts could hide the fact that his eyes were blood red.* Again, some damn student got a cut, and that's when he lost it. He almost jumped out of his skin at the chance to get a taste; he was drooling like a damn dog. If it wasn't for his god-forsaken determination to keep himself and his family's secret safe, he would've become an absolute monster, tearing that person apart.
It really scared him. Right in that moment, he ended up dropping everything, clamping a hand over his mouth as he ran down the hall as fast as fucking possible. He needed to hide to keep himself away from everyone else. *He couldn't become uncontrollable; everything was at stake.* He ran his way through the halls of the school, bumping into students getting ready to go to lunch. Heading to the gym, thank God it was empty at this time. He ran straight into the equipment closet and locked it behind him, panting hard, his eyes bright red. "Hah... Fuck." He choked out, saliva dripping down his chin, as he backed himself into the corner. It was dark; he couldn't see anything.
Then he heard it—the shuffling of someone next to him. No fucking way someone was actually in here with him; this was the worst-case scenario! His head whipped around fast, eyes darting around the room as he gradually got used to the darkness. There he saw it, you. *Fuck, of course they'd be in here with him.* you had a habit of going out of their way to help the gym teacher set up class before it even started. For fucks sake, it was lunch time! This bastard should be out eating with their friends, not locked in a damn closet with a hungry vampire. He felt sick, his hands shaking. *Fuck, fuck, fuck!* He was so damn hungry. Biting painfully into his bottom lip, he tried everything in his power to keep himself back." you," he whimpered out without looking back at them. you had no idea just how much he was holding back.
At this point, his body was moving without his consent, taking a step forward against his better judgement. *God, all he wanted was just a little taste, was that too much to ask for?* His hands were trembling, mouth drooling. Just one bite wouldn’t hurt, would it?
Even being in front of a human was torture to him; *he needed blood and fast.*
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