I’ve only skipped school once in my life, and it was for the release of a book. But since it’s being recommended by a member of the staff I suppose I can manage to sleep tonight.
Sounds good. I even have new track pants, better equipped for ass-kicking. Or attempted ass-kicking. Or alleged ass-kicking if you decide to sue me… which I wouldn’t recommend because I’m considering going pre-law.
I have an even better-worse idea. How about you come over tonight? Because I, your favorite teacher, slash vampire hunter trainer, slash vampire friend just rented The Rocky Horror Show and bought a large pizza.
I don’t know how many classes I can do that in before it starts to be obvious.
I have a big load of crappy teacher advice: don’t go.
We can train tomorrow.. All day.
I stared at the word ‘explanatory’ for so long that I started to question what it meant.
Anyway, hello everyone.
Just be really big kiss-ass to the teacher and you just might get a good grade.
You don’t want to hear about my teenage girl problems.
Elena.. You know I’m here for you. For anything.
Alright. Ric it is. How’s it going?
Alaric and Meredith have been working together a lot lately. Finding each other as an emotional rock, someone to count on and just an all around good friend. She comes by for training every once in a while, which fancies the both of them.
Despite the age difference, Alaric finds a really good friend in Meredith — and some heated attraction. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time. [One shot]
The night was young. Barely even night, possibly around late afternoon. Alaric had been doing his usual rounds during the day. From grading horribly written papers, taking out the trash and sipping on his favorite glass of bourbon. He sat at the kitchen table with a red marking pen in hand and a paper resting under that hand. He sighed, ready to hand out another “F” on the grade book.
It wasn’t like he enjoyed making these students fail — well sometimes he did. Especially with students like Nick Armstrong; but that was besides the point. Staring down at multiple papers with disappointment day after day after day, he grew tired. Usually he’d ditch the bourbon and grab a warm glass of blood to wake himself up a bit, or see how Jenna was doing, but lately they seemed to be growing apart.
There were so many fights, so much frustration and not enough simplicity or love to even out the pure awkwardness that they avioded each other as much as possible just to stay away from the cracking sheet of ice that they stood on, completely breaking apart. Alaric missed the days when things were easy, when he could smile all day, with a woman wrapped in his arms all night.
It seemed like lately he had fewer friends, and fewer people to rely on. That might have been due to his crazy vampire killing phase, but that monster wasn’t him, and he was just now learning how to deal with this bloodlust that swam through his veins. Sometimes even if he was hungry he’d try to stay away from the blood just so he knew he was in control and not the hunger. It was hard, but it was the only way he could survive around the people he loved.
So at boring times like these, when the papers he graded were complete shit, and his thoughts were scattered; it was like a sensor, how she knew. Alaric wasn’t sure how she knew whenever he was in this type of blah mood, but she did; and it surprised him every time, but Meredith would give him a call or send him a text. This time he recieved a text. His phone roared loudly. At least that was the way it sounded to him, damn heightened senses. If his phone were on vibrate it would still be loud. He glanced down at the message, something along the lines of “coming over in ten, see you soon.” He perked up, and for some odd reason he grew nervous. Not the “I’m going to die” nervous that he usually felt, but the same type of nervous he used to feel around Jenna. Which would be insane. Meredith was a seventeen year old girl. What is he thinking? He’d be called the town pedophile, and that’s a title no one ever wants. Not even an actual pedophile.