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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 4944099" data-attributes="member: 79171">[sblock=Biology Class]"Blood... blah blah blah... Antibodies... blah blah... Blood type... blah blah blah... Blood stream..."Clover nodded in unison with the class as her professor made yet another fascinating point about antibodies. She sat about ten rows up in the lecture hall and, though listening oh so intently to the lecture, was amusing herself with watching the screens of her classmates' computers in front of her. Facebook...AOL Instant Messager...EBay...Porn...World of Warcraft...It was like there was some invisible thread between all of them, cuing them in to when to respond, nod, look up. However, no one really paid attention. Come on, it was freshman year in college. Plenty of time to make mistakes!Clover sighed and laid her chin on her fist. She was making a real, conscious effort to remember to breathe this time. But it wasn't easy. It would be so simple to just go into vampire sleep mode for a while. However, she tried! She really tried!"...will examine the effects of antibodies on blood of opposite types. This is why it is so important to correctly identify blood types during infusion..."Clover's eyes suddenly lit up as she saw her professor hold up a wooden rack filled with six vials of beautiful, red blood. She heard her stomach groan in desire and hoped that the people around her didn't hear.Her professor appoached a digital microscope which was attached to a projector and began to show them their next lab: Putting blood on slides and watching it attack antibodies. She watched it drip sensuously from the vials like honey from a spoon and couldn't help running her tongue over her teeth as it splattered over the slide. From her seat ten rows up, the blood smelled stale and clinical. But she was certain--she was sure!--that later, when she fed, the blood would not be so abhorrent. Clover suddenly heard a snap and looked down to see the barrel of her pen cracked in half. She had squeezed it so tightly while in the rapture of anticipation. No, she could wait no longer!Rising quietly, she slipped out the back door of the lecture hall and into the night. [/sblock]After a quick trek across campus, Clover stepped up onto the shuttle, nodding to the driver who was getting much too used to seeing her and her friends. She walked down the aisle and sat quickly at the back of the bus as it began to move. Staring out the window, she saw her moon pale face over and over again in the reflection of the streetlights. She was hungry.</blockquote>

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