Woah blood sandwiches? :O

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Human school. It was a living h3//. At the irony of the thought, Sait snorted. Being what he was, it probably should have been called a “living heaven”- but he wouldn’t allow the nightmare he was in the glory of the word. The menu was vegan, the teachers thought he was cheating on his exams, he was always hungry, his tail was constantly trying to escape, the students were hopelessly appetizing, and the women constantly attracted him (for some weird reason of which he desired to remain oblivious towards)…. The list went on. He shifted in his seat, a wince escaping his lips. His tail, as always, thrashed below anxiously. He would have let it out- if he weren’t surrounded by humans, who’d no doubt scream at the sight of him. Except for one. One inhuman, unnatural, overall weird beauty. A red rose in the garden of thorns. The fiery redhead he’d been attempting to avoid from the moment he’d met her. She smelled to good to resist- her blood was something he wouldn’t glorify himself with. For if he did, his only anchor to earth would snap. He’d never admit it- but he’d been hopelessly falling the past few days for this… odd school girl, who no doubt found herself better than anyone else. He agreed with her. His teeth grit in anger at the thought, the tapping of his nails against the wood of the desk growing more frequent. He was Sait Skullhollow. The prince of h3//. The greatest swordsman of his age. The immortal fiend of the heavens. He was /not/ actually… attracted to this girl, was he? That’s when his throat began to emit a low and angry growl. No. No, he’d outlast /one/ class without shifting. Gluing himself to his seat, Sait gripped onto the edges of his desk with both hands. /Come on. It’s no different than battle. Nope, not at all. Just wait for the next move. The- gods, what do humans call it? Right. The bell. Just wait for the bell. Then you can feast on some unsuspecting hobo along the road~/ His thoughts went on, though for everybody’s stomach, they will not be acknowledged. It was like time slowed, just for his torture. /Wait it out/. His tail nearly tore through his pants in his agitation. /A few more minutes/. He began to feel as if his entire immortal existence would be spent, waiting for that one pleasing little tick. /I can’t stand thi-/ Tick. There was his cue. Throwing his backpack over his shoulder and bolting from the classroom, he weaved his way down the hall. If he remembered correctly, behind the school was an alley- isolated and dark. Perfect. Turning down the alley, he slowed. Breathing heavy, he allowed his backpack to drop. With a deep sigh, he attempted to calm himself. “I’m fine.” He murmured to himself, allowing his thin, lion-like tail to rip through his jeans. “Totally fine.” Though, as he spoke, his massive wings tore from the back of his leather jacket. “DAMMIT~” After a few annoyed slams into the alley wall, a ton of curses, and an unnatural amount of growling, Sait had gotten himself to a close-to-calm manner. Enough for his wings to recede, at least. Leaning against the wall and running a hand over his exposed , he sighed, fur-tipped tail flicking behind him. Thats when /her/ scent took over his senses. Cursing under his breath and tucking his tail behind himself, allowing a light slouch to cover up his tail, Sait’s maroon-brown eyes fell on the approaching figure. Something was… different about her scent, which made his mouth water with hunger. Eyes narrowing as she stopped before him, he growled. “What do you want?” Her next actions caused his eyes to widen.As she pulled the sandwich from her pocket, dripping in the sweet substance that was blood, he forgot every attempt to avoid her. He hadn’t realized how desperately /hungry/ he’d been the past few weeks- until, of course, she’d removed the bag from her pockets like a dog treat. What did that make him? The dog, probably. Taking a step closer, he sniffed. There was no doubt that was blood. “Is that a-“ he began. Her interruption confirmed his thoughts. “Blood sandwich.” Her next words were a blur to him as he reached for the bag, desperate for the contents within. Teeth grit angrily as she drew back the first time, he waited until she’d spoken again to take it. Removing it hastily from the bag and greedily biting into it, he let out sigh of relief. His taste buds craved more of the addictingly sweet substance. Allowing himself to finish the sandwich quickly, he regretted having not taken his time. He didn’t acknowledge her the entire time he’d eaten- quite frankly, he’d forgotten her presence. “You done?” Her voice was so /smug/. Gods, would he do anything to change that. Wiping off his lips with a hand, Sait scowled. “What was that for?” Again, he tuned out most of her words. All of it was useless to him- except for, of course, the last few words. “Are you human?” He wanted to be. But that was besides the point. He supposed he’d done a pretty bad job pretending to be human. But so had she. His brow raised