- Classes had seemed eternal to Nicodemus, and the drone and boredom of History class hadn't been in any shape or form interrupted or disrupted by the students in any way. There was a human term titled 'spring fever' and it seemed that none of his students had inherited it.
"Absolutely preposterous..." He grumbled, approaching his favorite nap time location. The stables had the sweet smell of hay clinging to every inch of the building, and the musky odor was enough to cover up the panicky blood scent of the horses inside. It had taken some time, but once he got permission from the Headmistress (and convinced her that he wouldn't devour any of the animals) he found himself occasionally visiting to relax in the bundles of hay.
As Nicodemus entered the building, he nodded his head to the horses inside, as if paying his respects. Most of the horses immediately began braying, kicking their hooves against the doors in fear. They could smell him and his vampire smell; the scent of a predator in their midst. Terror struck among the beasts and most of them panicked for some time, though a few didn't seem to pay him any mind.
"Lovely to see you again, Frost," he greeted one of the milder horses. Frost was his favorite, with her glistening silver pelt and serene demeanor. The vampire rubbed her snout with his hand, mirroring her with his calm demeanor. It would always amaze him how most horses would rear from him just from his terrible vampire stench, yet Frost was as peaceful as a frozen lake.[/list:u]
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Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic.
Mary was stuck in the corner of a stall with a crazed horse.
Oh, go to the Stables, Mary. It won't be too bad. Pet the horse, Mary, they say this one is very nice. Get in the stall and brush it. What could possibly go wrong, Mary?
At first it wasn't too bad. Mary almost got out of the stall, but the horse got worse and started kicking. She wasn't experienced with horses. She didn't know what was going on, nor could she have known that the stables would have another guest. One that, apparently, drove horses crazy.
So, for now, Mary was pressed against the wall in a stall at the end of the stable, waiting for the horse to calm enough for her to make her sweet, panicked escape.
Mary was stuck in the corner of a stall with a crazed horse.
Oh, go to the Stables, Mary. It won't be too bad. Pet the horse, Mary, they say this one is very nice. Get in the stall and brush it. What could possibly go wrong, Mary?
At first it wasn't too bad. Mary almost got out of the stall, but the horse got worse and started kicking. She wasn't experienced with horses. She didn't know what was going on, nor could she have known that the stables would have another guest. One that, apparently, drove horses crazy.
So, for now, Mary was pressed against the wall in a stall at the end of the stable, waiting for the horse to calm enough for her to make her sweet, panicked escape.
- It was the panicky sounds of the horses mixed in with that of a girl that caught Nicodemus' attention. Wait, a girl? He hadn't noticed her smell under that of the crazed horse blood and sticky sweet hay, but now that he thought about it the scent of her blood was crystal clear. And he could tell she was afraid.
Patting the horse one more time, Nicodemus strode out of the stall he was in and began to look around for the poor girl. One stall at a time, one by one, until finally he spotted the one she was in. Her expression was, needless to say, terrified and Nicodemus couldn't help but to laugh boisterously. Ah, the fear of humans never got old.
Casual as can be, the vampire hopped over the door to the den and approached the girl. "Looks like you need some help," he smirked before reaching to pick her up in his arms. If she allowed him, he would carry the shaken girl out of that pit bridal style and hop over the wall with her in his arms, and they would land in a large pile of hay.[/list:u]
Suddenly, there was laughter.
Laughing? Who was laughing at her plight? Mary glanced up, and her jaw dropped. Was this kid a student? No, he wasn't a kid. He looked like a teacher-- she'd seen him around. But what was a finely dressed teacher doing in the stables with all the dirty horses?
But in another moment she was in his arms. She tensed and her heart raced. When did this happen? HOW did this happen? Why wasn't this teacher scared of the crazy horse?
And then he carried her out and... over a wall? Mary clung to him, forgetting he was in a nice suit. This was too much excitement for one afternoon, far too much. All she wanted to do was brush a horse. And now she was in a pile of hay, clinging to a stunning maybe-teacher.
Laughing? Who was laughing at her plight? Mary glanced up, and her jaw dropped. Was this kid a student? No, he wasn't a kid. He looked like a teacher-- she'd seen him around. But what was a finely dressed teacher doing in the stables with all the dirty horses?
But in another moment she was in his arms. She tensed and her heart raced. When did this happen? HOW did this happen? Why wasn't this teacher scared of the crazy horse?
And then he carried her out and... over a wall? Mary clung to him, forgetting he was in a nice suit. This was too much excitement for one afternoon, far too much. All she wanted to do was brush a horse. And now she was in a pile of hay, clinging to a stunning maybe-teacher.
- The girl seemed, to say the least, dazzled and Nicodemus moved his lips into a dry smile. Poor thing. Like a mouse caught by a cat.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he set her on her feet. Her hands were latched onto his expensive clothing and the vampire manually removed her hands, though not before giving her a devious look. "How bold you are, for a student." It was fun to tease, and Nicodemus couldn't help but be relieved. It seemed his boring afternoon just got interesting.[/list:u]
Mary slouched in the sharp gaze. She didn't mean to grab so tight. But she was just carried over a wall. It was a natural reaction, but this guy still made her feel embarrassed and ashamed, like a child.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to grab tight. Sorry. For, uhm, if it's wrinkled." Mary took a small step back. This guy reminded her of someone.
"Uhm. I'm fine. Do you know what, uh, scared the horses? You didn't seem nervous. At all, actually, you just kind-of jumped in..." She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms tightly in front of her.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to grab tight. Sorry. For, uhm, if it's wrinkled." Mary took a small step back. This guy reminded her of someone.
"Uhm. I'm fine. Do you know what, uh, scared the horses? You didn't seem nervous. At all, actually, you just kind-of jumped in..." She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms tightly in front of her.
- Ah, such a naive young girl was standing before him. She hadn't even realized the danger that was standing before her, though to his own credit his gentleman like behavior was to credit for that. He smiled at her with a fanged smirk.
"To be honest, child, it is my stench. The foul smell of a vampire, that is." Nicodemus was a vampire, but he was not a liar. He would not lie to the girl. "You could call it instinct that they become so panicked."[/list:u]
All at once, Mary zoned in on the fangs. Fangs? And-- wait, vampire? She had been this close to a vampire? Mary felt her heart race. What if he wanted to suck her blood? Didn't vampires do that? Was he allowed?
"U-Uhm.. I don't smell anything.." Mary mumbled, taking another, larger step back. This was bad, really bad. She swallowed hard and crossed her arms tighter.
"U-Uhm.. I don't smell anything.." Mary mumbled, taking another, larger step back. This was bad, really bad. She swallowed hard and crossed her arms tighter.
- "No, child, and you shouldn't. The scent is only noted by the most sensitive of creatures. They know at any moment I could devour them, after all..." Nicodemus stopped to stroke the flank of a nervous horse, smiling at the creature.
He brushed the hay off himself, now staring at the young girl in front of him. What would he do about this? She certainly seemed nervous.[/list:u]
Devour a horse? Mary looked between the man and the horse, a finger starting to nervously tap-tap-tap her arm. Did vampires eat entire horses? Was that even physically possible? Did he devour humans, too? A tiny girl would seem more feasible devour-able than a full-grown horse... She didn't want to be eaten.
"You don't devour-- uhm, I mean, eat people, do you?" Mary dared another step back. Maybe she should start running?
"You don't devour-- uhm, I mean, eat people, do you?" Mary dared another step back. Maybe she should start running?
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