Snippet #1986622

Daisuke

Daisuke sighed, listening to the conversation all around him. No one seemed bothered by the way he stared through them with his blank eyes, or that he had come in late, his shirt ripped, and that he had run off after the blood smell. Things might as well have gone on the way they normally did. He popped a few more blood tablets into his mouth, a small pang of longing for something fresh. He quickly shook it off, fingers scanning over his book for the millionth time. He had read the raised text from cover to cover who knows how many times, and had memorized the contents. He had to admit, it didn't really paint a picture he could see clearly, of humans anyway. A good chunk of the textbook was about various wars between vampires and humans, all of them very descriptive and all, but not really what he wanted to learn about. He wanted to have a mental picture of just humans, the way they saw themselves and each other. He sighed, closed his book and laid his head on the cover, letting his mind wander. It wasn't hard; without a teacher around, or someone to vent to where he could do so without mentioning his blindness, there really wasn't anything for him to do. So he shut his eyes, blocking out the light his eyes registered so everything was black, and let himself daydream about his first interview of a human. What their lives were like, what they did, what things they liked or hated about temselves, what they liked or hated about each other and what was going on in their world. With a sigh, he realized that wasn't likely to happen if he didn't actually make the attempt. Not that that was any comfort.....