Aleksandr watched as Sylv shut her book before speaking, "Do you--" Suddenly, the clock tower began ringing before Aleksandr could finish asking Sylv if she had a spare pencil or pen he could borrow.  A dagger flew and bluntly hit the door closed.  The peach hair on the back of his neck struck a pose when Dr. Yale flicked it from her desk.  Jamie had been right.  Not that Aleksandr had doubted his source; Jamie had no reason to lie.  A breath escaped from between Aleksandr's lips when Dr. Yale began speaking.

Her voice somehwhat charming.  Aleksandr blushed as she spoke, watching her every movement. She had an affinity for control over herself and her students. Structure was something he actually enjoyed--having been brought up hardcore Orthodox Christian, structure was never underappreciated.  However, he couldn't shake the fear she was instilling in him.  It was a deep rooted fear that made him think of the nightmare haunted him last night.

[i]"You're a murderer, boy! A Murderer!" 

Blood and drool was seeping from his mouth as he crouched on all fours.  Something was pierced into his side, causing him to shake uncontrollably.  He couldn't control his lust for the ladies standing in front of him.  He wanted them, all of them--but something, like a tiny voice was telling him not to do it.  His eyes glanced at his now, human fleshed hands.  His soiled lips were quivering in pain as he tried to stand on his own two legs.  He spit up some blood on the grass and looked back at the two women, gritting his teeth.  Were there two or four?  His vision was failing him.  They both held up their weapons--[/i]

"Hey..." a student whispered to Aleksandr, poking his arm gently with the corners of the packet. Aleksandr twitched a little, nervously.  He frowned at the student and wearily look the packet, grabbing his own, and passing the packet to Sylv.  Her scent was blossoming next to him, and when he turned to pass her the paper he couldn't help but admire her skin.  He quickly glanced away from her and focused on Dr. Yale. He was suddenly angry at himself for letting his emotions get the better of him. He hated when his passions took over.  Aleksandr was usually rather unemotional--as being a stoic young man.  He easily recognized his passions and generally was left apathetic towards other people's emotions for better or for worse.

Maybe he should not have sat next to Sylv.  Maybe next class, he would try not to sit so close to her. Today was one giant mistake, but God, she smelt heavenly... better than Romanian Rosemary incense. [@Arista]