Crimson Desires: The Alpha’s Forbidden Blood

The Maddening Dance

Seraphine’s POV

Was he a student here? That thought echoed through my mind as I shamelessly stared at him, my senses heightened by the intoxicating scent of his sweet blood. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was older than him or if he was merely visiting. Perhaps he even owned this school. A whirlwind of questions swirled within me, each one vying for my attention.

Suddenly, the headmaster, or so I presumed him to be, cleared his throat, drawing my gaze reluctantly away from the enigmatic young man before me. Yet uncertainty lingered. Was this elderly gentleman truly the headmaster, or was he just a visitor paying a call to the true principal of this illustrious institution? My curiosity consumed me, desperate for answers.

“You must be the new students,” the old man spoke, his voice gentle but commanding. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

I flashed him a smile, my head tilting ever so slightly, as I mustered a quiet reply, “Yes.”

Leaning in attentively, he prompted, “What is it?”

The headmaster’s gaze flickered intermittently between me and the enigmatic stranger beside himself, creating an air of intrigue and mystery. I took a moment to gather my thoughts, carefully choosing my words before speaking.

“Are you the principal?” I inquired, my voice laced with curiosity and anticipation.

A small smile formed on his weathered face as he straightened his tie, confirming, “Yes, I am.”

A surge of satisfaction washed over me, an unspoken victory. I mentally ruled out the possibility of the enigmatic young man being the principal. If the elderly gentleman before me held the title of principal, then the enigmatic young man must be a student. The realization filled me with a mix of amusement and intrigue as I pondered the secrets he might hold within those captivating eyes of his.

“Perfect,” I uttered with a sly smirk.

I gingerly reached for the meticulously arranged schedule that the secretary had been holding onto for what seemed like an eternity. As I grasped the crisp paper in my hand, a shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t help but sense his penetrating gaze still fixed upon me, causing a surge of self-consciousness to course through my veins. Determined to maintain an air of confidence, I added an extra sway to my stride, hoping to leave an impression.

However, just as I was about to step across the threshold into the bustling hallways, a sudden wave of doubt crashed over me, physically destabilizing my footing. I stumbled, my heart momentarily in my throat, as a vivid image of him with a potential mate invaded my thoughts. The embarrassment of tripping in front of him paled in comparison to the simmering anger that coursed through me at the mere notion of his belonging to someone else.

Unlike werewolves, who were blessed with the concept of mates, vampires like myself were not as fortunate. We roamed the world, devoid of that one special person to complete us. A soft, resigned sigh escaped my lips as I attempted to compose myself, smoothing down the impeccable lines of my uniform with trembling hands. I pushed forward, determined to carry on as if nothing had transpired, but the lingering thought of him finding a mate continued to plague my mind, like a relentless specter haunting my every step.

My first class of the day was English, a subject that held little challenge for me. Having witnessed the evolution of language over the past two centuries, the different dialects and linguistic transformations held little surprise. The teacher, a young human who appeared to have recently graduated from college, exuded an air of earnest enthusiasm. His slightly oversized clothes and the black-rimmed glasses perched upon his nose gave him an endearing, albeit somewhat awkward, charm.

As I took my seat, twirling my pen gracefully between my fingers, my gaze fixated intently on the teacher as he carefully inscribed “World Literature” on the chalkboard. The words adorned the center, surrounded by a complex network of lines connecting various locations.

In the smaller circles, you’ll find the names of literary authors like Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Chinua Achebe, Franz Kafka, and Jane Austen, all connecting to the larger ones. The teacher seemed to go on forever, discussing each author and their books, but finally, it was time to move on to the next class.

As I approach math class, the most enthralling smell I’ve ever smelt hit me once more. I rush inside the room, expecting to catch a glimpse of him, only to see a portion of him depart via the classroom’s back door.

I raised an eyebrow, little disappointed, but made my way to the back of the class. I slid into the seat, easily crossing my legs, and placed my bag beside the desk.

As the students settled down, I couldn’t help but catch a captivating scent drifting closer to classroom. Before I knew it, there he was, walking into the classroom, holding a stack of papers. I couldn’t help but lean back more into my seat as a sly grin covered my lips. He sets the stack of papers down and turns to face the class, scanning everyone until his gaze landed on me.

Our gazes locked, and there was something magnetic about his intense stare, especially when he gestured towards me, introducing me as the new student. His words rolled smoothly off his tongue, “I’m the teacher of this class, Mr. Lucian Moonshadow.”

The moment those words left his lips, I was taken aback, and my eyebrow instinctively arched in disbelief. I couldn’t help but narrow my eyes, trying to figure out why was an Alpha a teacher. A faint smile formed at the corner of his lips, only adding to the intrigue surrounding him.

My mind spun with a potent mix of shock and intrigue as I settled into my seat, my senses heightened by the tantalizing scent of Mr. Lucian Moonshadow’s blood—the sweetest fragrance I had ever encountered. It wafted through the air, dancing on my tongue, and my vampire nature stirred within me, rebellious and hungry. Every fiber of my being yearned to taste even a single drop of that intoxicating elixir pulsing through his veins.

Straightening my posture, I let the remnants of the gum’s taste linger in my mouth, the familiar flavor now a mere distraction compared to the presence of Mr. Moonshadow. He began to teach the class with effortless grace, his words guiding us through complex equations and geometric theorems. His explanations were concise, his voice smooth yet authoritative, captivating the attention of every student, including myself.

My eyes followed his every movement and words he said with such intensity as if I was obsessed with him. The weight of his presence hung in the air, and as a vampire right now, I wanted nothing more than to give in to my desire. However, I bit down on my lower lip, fighting to maintain composure as desire coursed through my veins, making every nerve tingle with excitement.

With my heightened vampire senses, I could hear the rhythmic thump of Mr. Moonshadow’s heart, its steady beat a hypnotic melody that echoed in my ears. The blood rushing through his veins called to me, igniting a primal hunger that threatened to consume my thoughts. It was a maddening dance, the symphony of his blood synchronizing with the quickening pulse in my own body.

The aroma of his mouthwatering blood filled the room, wrapping around me like a seductive fog. I inhaled deeply, letting the scent swirl within me, and my body responded with a mixture of longing and restraint. It was an exquisite torture, the temptation to abandon all reason and sate my cravings pulling at me relentlessly.

But I fought against it, gripping my fists tightly to anchor myself. The battle between my vampiric instincts and my resolve raged within me, a storm of conflicting desires. I knew I had to resist the allure, to play the role of a diligent student bound by the rules.

As the class neared its end, the struggle intensified, threatening to overwhelm me. The other students filed out of the classroom, their footsteps fading into the distance, yet I remained seated, locked in a silent battle of wills. The lingering scent of Mr. Moonshadow’s blood hung in the air, a constant reminder of the ecstasy and danger that awaited me.

With a deep, steadying breath, I made a silent vow to rein in the untamed beast that resided within me. I would walk the treacherous path ahead, navigating the labyrinthine corridors of desire with a semblance of control. But deep down, I knew the enigmatic allure of Mr. Lucian Moonshadow would forever haunt me, an ember of longing that would never truly extinguish.

Gathering my belongings, I rose from my seat, my eyes briefly meeting Mr. Moonshadow’s. In that fleeting moment, a shared understanding passed between us, unspoken and yet profound. It was a silent acknowledgment of the invisible struggle that consumed me, a recognition of the yearning and restraint that defined my existence.

In the face of that connection, I found solace and the strength to continue on this precarious journey. For now, I would remain a student, concealing the untamed desires that threatened to consume me. But deep down, I knew that the enigmatic allure of Mr. Lucian Moonshadow would forever linger, an unquenchable flame that burned within me.