38

Blaine
I grind my teeth together as Azira walks into the classroom without a glance in my direction. The blood lust she ignited in me can’t be quelled and yet she’s given me the cold shoulder ever since we fucked.
I thought it was supposed to be the virgin that gets hooked on the person who takes it after the first fuck, not the other way around. Clearing my throat, I force my attention away from the bane of my existence and get out the textbook for the anatomy class. It’s been an entire week since we took things too far and then she ran, too scared to face the truth.
That she’s as fucked up as me.
I tried to make it clear to her she will not be able to run from this that easily in the cafeteria the very evening after I claimed her virginity, but she clearly hasn’t taken me seriously. Since then, I haven’t had the opportunity to get her alone.
I showed her my true colors and what makes me tick and the fact is she loved every damn second of it until the endorphins wore off. And then she took one look at me with her blood smeared over my skin and ran like a scared rabbit running from a wolf who wants to tear its head off. She fled after I cut her skin, running from a crazed, blood starved beast that wanted to devour her. There’s a part of me that wanted to take things further, leaving her broken beyond repair.
I stand up as the bell rings and the last of the students take their seats, trying not to focus too heavily on Azira, as she won’t even look me in the eye since that day. It’s driving me crazy as all I can think about is Azira and how perfect our fuck session was in the basement. I want a repeat, but after her freak out, I’m pretty confident that will never happen.
Ignoring my internal monologue, I draw in a deep breath and focus on the task at hand. I still need to teach, even if I can hardly focus on anything but her anymore, especially when she’s sitting a few feet away at the front of the classroom.
“Who can tell me what the function of the kidney is?” I ask, trying to focus on the class I’m supposed to be teaching and not the student who has been avoiding me like the plague.
Natalya puts her hand up.
“Yes, Gurin?”
“The kidney functions as a filter essentially, removing any waste of toxic substances from the body.” She shrugs. “But it also works in reverse, returning vital substances into the bloodstream.”
“Correct. And what happens if someone’s kidneys are damaged or removed?”
Natalya’s hand shoots up again.
I clench my jaw. “Gurin?”
“If both kidneys are damaged or removed, it will cause death. As the body can no longer remove the toxins, which will ultimately lead to other organs being damaged. However, they can survive if given dialysis, but it’s difficult enough with only one functioning kidney. If both are damaged, it’s likely the patient will die pretty quickly.”
“Correct,” I say, my eyes moving toward Azira, who is avoiding looking at me like the plague. “Now, I want you to write an essay on which organ you feel is the easiest target in a fight and how you would go about stopping it function. Whether it be via poison, knife attack or any other means you can think of.” I glance around the room. “Pick the most vital organ with the quickest and most effective way to destroy it and kill your opponent.”
A few of the pupils grumble, as they always do when an essay is assigned. But I don’t have the patience to stand at the front of the classroom and continue talking the entire time about organs, when Azira Sidorov won’t even look at me.
I knew it was a mistake to get involved with someone so innocent, even though I knew she was a masochist. It takes a certain type of masochist to get on board with my level of depravity. And I let my blood lust take control, scaring her away from me for good.
I should be glad. After all, once I’ve had a woman, I rarely want a repeat of the event, but with Azira, it’s all I’ve been able to think of. Deep down I know it’s because even though Azira was a virgin and completely unaware of her proclivity for pain, I’ve never been with a woman so in rhythm with me.
Fear may have driven her away from me, but not because she was scared of me, but because she didn’t like what she learned about herself. The enjoyment she took from such primal, depraved delights I’ve opened her eyes to is difficult for her to come to terms with.
I sit down behind my desk and pick up the top essay on the pile of junior class essays for torture class I need to mark. However, I can hardly focus on the words in front of me as they all seem to blur together. At this rate, I’ll get nothing done, and it’s all Azira’s fault.
Never have I been so hung up on another human in all my life. I tighten my grasp on the pencil I’m holding as I clench my jaw, wishing I could wash the delightful images of her naked and bloody out of my mind. And then the pencil snaps in half, breaking me out of the angry haze I’d fallen into.
Fuck.
Azira leans toward Nat, and I snap then, knowing I need to speak to her after class before I go insane.
“What exactly is so important that you need to discuss during my class, Miss Sidorov?”
Her head whips toward me and eyes widen. “I apologize, sir. I was just asking Nat a question about the assignment.”
I stand and approach her desk. “Who gave out the assignment?”
“You did.”
I nod. “So, if you have a question about it, who should you ask?”
Her lips purse together as she glares at me. “You.”
“Exactly. Now, what question do you have?”
Her cheeks flush a dark red as she gapes at me. “It’s not important. Nat answered it.”
I narrow my eyes. “So you were lying about having a question relating to the assignment?”
She shakes her head. “No, I told you-”
“I saw you speak, Miss Sidorov, but Miss Gurin didn’t say a word in response before I interrupted you. So either you are lying or somehow you’ve developed telekinetic abilities.”
The class snicker at that.
Her shoulders slump, and she sighs heavily. “Fine, I lied.”
“You will stay behind after class.” I turn away and return to sit behind my desk, feeling relieved that she’s given me the opportunity to force her to be alone with me. I force myself to focus on the essays on my desk and put Azira out of my mind, just for the rest of the period.