Emotional Vampire

Being in college sucks sometimes

There was vampire who once went to college to see if he could find anything other to subsits on than blood. He found that emotions were a good substitute, but they had to be from the right person. You don't want the science of it, the explanation is long and tedious, not at all why you would read a story about a vampire. He 

developed a reputation as a partying man, so that no one guessed that he was vampire, just a boy in a constant state of almost lucid, pale, red eyed, drunken extacy.

He looked too young to be the parties,( when he was - how is it put in the literature of your era - turned?) He was, but nobody cared. He was a boy who would put his lips around the round cup of beer bottle and with heavy lidded crimson colored eyes he would peer over his black lashes at the party never joining in. Since he paid for everything, his supposed youth and his presence as a whole, were ignored. The girls thought he was rather romantic, the boys scoffed at him and quiet awe. Money is power in a Capitalist Wonderland that we live in. Most of these children will never be able to pay off their college loans.

 He wore all black and he was a loner and of course knew that no one knew he was vampire.He majored in English Literature and History. He haunted the Theater building. He rather liked to watch the budding actors talk to walls.

There was another loner in this college. She, a drama major. A wall talker. A translucent skin girl, with large spots of fire in her cheeks. This made her look like she was blurring up with the passionate secret. An intense and intense, exotic fever which made her shiver and wrap her long thin white arms around her chest in a rather morbid stance. It went well with her Raver beads and waffle sweaters, fifteen years out of date. 

The vampire and the burning girl, when they would see each other at these parties would nod their heads in greeting at one another. It was the least they could do. 

The girl, red cheeked and luscious, would (unconsciously) touch her tilted head to the side; and by vampire would unconsciously swing down his warm beer a little faster (trying to scourge the emotions from the girl to his left for the night), until the girl, redder than ever " would cross the room and sit down next to the vampire " and talk to him, about the stars. Out of nowhere. You see, the translucent skin girl was an astronomy minor, and had an intense passion for her subject and that was all she could ever talk about in these types of social situations. The vampire mind. The stars were one of the only things which he thought would live as long as he did. He also knew that the stars were dead, only reflections of one's live astral body, and that gave him comfort, too.

So one day course when the girl was not looking too wrapped up in conversation with another astronomy major he leaned over and sunk his teeth into her cell quite neck so softly and so seductively that the girl only felt like she was being brushed by the tail of the thumbnail size comit, or which you would imagine the kiss would feel like. It made her feel rather warm and woozy, and beautiful, and the apples in her cheeks flushed the color of cardinal robes against old Italian marble. And, the vampire wandered, she really knew, which you like it?

Sometimes he would stare at her from across the room and imagine her naked and cut into have billions Doris the cold white stars that the unaided human I see the stars as they truly are. Pulsing red and blue and green. Burning with the thousand light. Like a strand of Christmas lights. Bald was all flashing at the same second.

The blood he felt now pulsing through him excited him and he smiled. It was with this he knew he could not live off of puerile emotions. As he smiled, to watch the girl, he now slightly drunk at her loss swaggering around the room with all the grace of an underwater ballerina, he felt connected to her in a way that he had never felt connected to a human before.

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Author's Note

I have MS. There are many grammar problems. Help me with it, please. I have to talk to the computer. I love to write, though. I want to improve my craft.