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Solara was walking back to her office from her last class of the day, a night class to be exact. She had a leisurely pace, satchel slung over her shoulder, as she glanced over one of the lab reports her students had passed in. This one had a few spelling errors...on the first page. Her lips pursed, thoroughly unimpressed by the clear lack of effort. 

Blood.

The scent invaded her nose, almost violently. Blood was not something she feared, rather, she welcomed it. There was time where she couldn’t control herself around the substance, violently killing hundreds of people. That was so long ago, she barely remembered anything to do with that time, so lost in the blood lust she was. It destroyed her memory leaving her only with the memory of unquenchable thirst. The scent was getting stronger, worrying her. The campus was small, a local state college, and such a strong scent could only mean trouble. 

Solara shoved the paper into her satchel, holding the strap as she followed the scent. The next scent to hit her, rounding the corner into the parking garage, was vampire. Young vampire. She heard gasping as she got closer, and she found the vampire in question. 

She was huddled over a body. Whoever it was was dead. “You shouldn’t be here,” Solara tutted, surging forward with inhuman speed, catching the newly turned vampire off guard around the neck, holding her against the cement wall. Blood covered her chin, running down her neck. “Do you know what you are?” It seemed as if this girl was changed and set free to either die or kill recklessly. She was a baby as far as Solara was concerned. 

“Hmm? Where’s your sire?”