Two for tragedy. Volume 1 - стр. 14

It's ironic: I, a vampire, will be studying for my victim's exam. No, not today's victim: maybe ten years from now he'll be my dinner, but for now, let him bear my scorn and hatred.

Well, stupid Viper, you'll realise soon enough that you're out of luck. Large and emphatic.

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I stared in surprise at the message from the university with the name of the person who would be studying with me on the Rector's experimental programme. Who would be preparing me for the winter session for almost three months. My personal tutor, so to speak.

Cedric Morgan.

Oh, the horror.

Morgan. That's the one.

Of course I know Cedric Morgan. Who at the university doesn't know him? This guy always keeps a low profile, but for some reason I don't know, he's considered the most desirable guy in the university. Half of my classmates were interested in him, and every time they sighed every time they looked at him or heard his name. So I knew who fate had so disgustingly brought me together with, despite the simple logic that Cedric Morgan and I were incompatible. Yes, I knew him. The thing is, he didn't know me, and he was probably just as excited as I was to meet me. Yes, I agree, Cedric is a handsome guy. But I never understood what girls found special about him: his skin was too pale, even white, which made him look like a dead man. He didn't socialise with anyone, and in the presence of other people he was silent. No, I wasn't watching him – it was noticeable. He's too proud, arrogant, and doesn't care about people who aren't as fortunate as he was to be born into a wealthy family. That's why I didn't like Cedric Morgan, not even as a bloke, but as a person. And it was this egotist who was supposed to help me? What am I talking about? He won't! I bet he's pissed off knowing that he, a handsome rich guy, has to spend time with me, a stupid third year girl!

Screw him! I was absolutely not happy about this stupid situation, but I decided that I would honestly sit out the first meeting with him, so that the management would not have any complaints about me. This, frankly speaking, idiotic idea of the rector did not like anyone, and most of all me. All the bumps fell on me. I told myself that I would obey the rector's order and go to the meeting with Cedric Morgan. But why did I get him out of all the seniors in our department? Why am I being punished like this? I think I'm going to hang myself after my first class. My classmates congratulated me and tried to switch "tutors," but when they found out that the pairs were personally sealed by the rector, they just smiled enviously. Envious of what? I'd gladly swap Morgan for any other senior student! If I had the chance! But there wasn't.

At five o'clock on Friday night, I sat in the library, at table number eight, and waited for Cedric Morgan. I had already borrowed the physics books I needed, and every now and then I looked at my watch. And I was silently getting angry.

Half past six. Morgan was still gone. But I waited stubbornly, telling myself to do my time and leave. Whether he came or not, I didn't care!

The round wall clock in the library read six.

He didn't come.

I was seething with anger. The bastard! Where the hell had he been?