Effie smiled at her best friend as they walked down the hall, her tiny plaid skirt from her school uniform swaying as she walked, long red hair matching the movements. She entered the history classroom, taking a seat near the front, chewing absently on the end of her pencil as she waited for their new teacher to enter, humming softly to Justin Beiber’s latest hit as it played in her head.
Damon walked into the classroom, trying to conceal his smirk and pretend to be a history teacher. He doubted that it would last very long. But he stepped up to the top of the room, wearing his tight fitting jeans and a shirt that clung to his chest just right. He turned around and wrote his name on the board. Might as well fake this as best he could. He turned around and looked at them. “Alright, class,” he said. “Lets get stuck in.”
Effie’s song trailed off mid word as their new teacher walked in, her eyes widening as she took him in, unable to help herself as her eyes following the jean clad ass, before she blushed, jerking her attention to the backboard, trying to read the name, making a face as her tongue stumbled over it silently.
She raised her eyes to look up at him when he was looking a different direction, curious as to how someone so young was already a teacher...and rather surprised they chose him to teach at an all girl’s school. Trying to shake off her thoughts, she raised her hand.
Damon turned around for a moment and bent down to grab his textbook from inside the drawer at the front of his desk and then he turned back around, scanning his class. “I see with already have a question,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk as he took in the redhead before him.
“Yes?” he asked, doing his signature eye thing on her as he looked at her, waiting for her to ask whatever question she could have so early into his first class.
Effie blushed brightly at his look, opening her mouth to speak when Duela leaned over, clamping a hand over Effie’s mouth. “She wants ta know if you’re single?” The blond said with a smirk, yelping as Effie slapped at her to get her hands off of her.
“I do not! I wanted to know if we were continuing on the civil war or moving on!” She protested.
“In answer to your question, I’ll be continuing on the civil war,” he said, finding the way she was protesting rather adorable.
He moved to step behind his desk and leaned up to write on the board again, higher this time, a little skin of his back showing as his shirt rode up a little. “And to answer your friends question, yes, I’m single,” he said, saying it with his back turned from her.
“Mm, not any more,” Duela muttered, grinning as she watched his shirt ride up.
“Focus, Dent,” Effie hissed, before yelping as hers and Duela’s cellphone’s went off. She snatched it from her bag, cursing. “Sorry, Mr. Salvatore!” she called as the pair hopped their desks, running out the door just as an announcement came over the speaker calling the pair to the office.
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“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck...” Effie whispered as she headed down the hall to the infirmary. It was long after school hours, and the teenager was just getting back from the mission she and Duela had been on, blood dripping from her side. Duela had been taken in by Robin and Batman, the pair sending her back to the school to get stitched and rest, knowing her injuries weren’t life threatening.
She sighed, leaning against the wall, sliding down onto the floor, needing a moment before she continued on. She was glad she no longer lived at home, tired of her mother’s worry and stress. The nuns didn’t much care how injured she came back, so long as she was still alive and able to attend class the next day.
Damon had signed up to do some night patrols to make sure that not students were misbehaving. Not that he cared all that much if they were, but it made it easy for him to go to the infirmary and steal some blood bags, and the occasional offending teen who became a snack for him. Snatch, eat, erase. It was that simple.
He smelled blood and he headed in that direction and he saw Effie on the floor. He pursed his lips together. It was a sight that didn’t really get to him like it would most humans. He’d learned to detach himself for emotional situations. It was easier to not get hurt, and you didn’t end up on the floor in a crumpled mess like Effie was right now. “Effie,” he said, alerting her to the fact that he was there. “Where are you hurt?” he asked. He could at least pretend to be a concerned teacher.
She blinked slowly, indicating a heavy blood loss before she gave him a weak smile. “Hi, Mr. Salvatore,” she said, shifting and lifting her tight kevlar tank top, revealing the large gash across her muscled stomach, up towards her breasts. “Got hit by a claw,” she murmered.
Her superhero identity wasn’t exactly a secret amongst the staff, though she wasn’t sure if anyone had informed the new teacher about her world saving activities, but any glance at a newspaper that covered the teen titans would clue one in, considering her costume was identifiable with it’s giant gold question mark and circus tent leggings.
“I can’t get up...too tired,”
Of course he knew about her superhero status. He had known before he showed up there. He knelt down in front of her, let his fangs slide out and he tore into his wrist, pressing it against her mouth and forcing her to drink. He looked into her eyes as he did. “You’re not going to remember this. You got home from your mission and you were just fine.”
He moved his hand back when his wound closed and he stood up. “Give me your hand,” he said, holding his hand out to her. He would take her back to her room and make sure that she was safe. He had his own mission too, after all.
She struggled against him as he force fed her his blood, before calming as he caught her eye, drinking the blood eagerly, unable to stop herself, the taste...the feel...it was nothing she ever had.
She could feel the mental magic poke at her, trying to take hold, but unable to breach the walls that she had erected around her mind thanks to Batman’s help, but she gave into his words, not wanting to show her hand too soon. Instead, she placed a green gloved hand in his, allowing him to help her stand, licking her lips, still staring at him for a long moment before shaking her head as if coming out of a daze. “Thank you,” she said softly,a faint blush on her cheeks from his touch.
Damon helped her to her feet and then released her hand, leading her back to her bedroom. He reached the door and opened it for her. “Goodnight,” he said. He knew that his boss wouldn’t be too happy that he’d let anything happen to her yet. He’d have to do a better job at keeping her safe.
“Good night,” she said softly, looking at him again, before closing the door behind her, promptly throwing herself on her bed and grabbing her teddy bear, rolling around with it, giggling madly. She couldn’t help it, he was gorgous and so very crush worthy.
And those fangs!
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The next morning it was as if nothing had happened, Effie was bright and cheery as she sat at breakfast with her friends, her uniform no longer in existance, replaced with the short pleated skirt of her cheerlading uniform and multi-coloured shell, her pom-poms next to her as she chatted.
If one looked closely, they could see her eyes darting to the door every so often, hoping the new teacher would come in for breakfast so she could steal a glimpse. She realized she was falling hard into puppy love but didn’t care, fidning the man worth a bit of drooling.
Though, she would be happy if he would stay out of her dreams. She blushed as she remembered the ‘feel’ of his hands on her body, the taste of him in her mouth. She hadn’t needed a cold shower like that in ages!
Damon went downstairs clad in his jeans, shirt and leather jacket, wearing a pair of sunglasses because it was rather sunny outside. He stepped into the breakfast room and glanced around the room for Effie, making sure that she was there and safe. It was a lot easier for him to do when he was wearing sunglasses. He noticed her, looking very hot and perky in her cheerleading uniform, and he made his way to the teachers table and picked himself up some juice and toast. He didn’t need to eat, but he might as well at least pretend to be normal, and here he could make sure that Effie was okay.
Effie turned red as Damon entered, her eyes traveling over him for a moment, distracted from her eating before blushing more and ducking her head, taking a large bite from the sweet roll she was eating, a soft moan escaping her at the taste.
She stood to grab the pitcher of juice from down the table, yelpin as one of the football players flipped up her short skirt, flashing the room her tiny shorts that she wore under the skirt, turning to punch him, the jock flying back a bit from the force of her blow, showing just how well trained and how much power were in her muscular arms.
She primly sat back down, sipping the juice she poured, trying...and failing not to look at Damon again.
Damon was not meant to get attached to Effie. He was meant to keep his distance from her. Just watch her and make sure that she stayed alive. And it had seemed the he was the perfect man for the job, because he never allowed anyone close to him in a long time. And while he wasn’t about to confess his undying love for Effie, he could admit that the girl was hot. He’d never been told that he wasn’t allowed to flirt with her. Granted, it was definitely against school policy, but if it ever were found out, it was nothing a little compulsion couldn’t fix.
He smirked as he noticed her tiny shorts and he removed his sunglasses, the blue shirt he was wearing under his leather jacket setting off his eyes just perfectly. When she looked at him he gave her an impressed look, and winked at her.
She turned bright red, almost as red as her hair, ducking her head and shoving part of her sweet roll into her mouth to attempt to focus on something other then how gorous he was. She was so going to hell for her thoughts...but...they were very nice thoughts.
Hurridly chewing, she grabbed her pompoms as the bell rang, sweet roll hanging from her mouth as she tried to gather up all of her things. “I’ll catch up!” She muttered around the roll as she dropped her pencil case, chasing them down, knowing she was about to be late to history.
Damon slid to his feet when the bell rang and watched the room empty almost instantly, expect for the red head. He walked over to her and bent down, helping her pick up her stuff. He didn’t say anything, just smirked at her, handing her back her pencil case.
“Better not keep me waiting,” he said, eventually, meaning the fact that she was now late for his class. Of course, he was late too, but being the teacher, he wasn’t about to be punished for it.
Her mouth opened and closed for a moment, before she took a leaf out of Duela’s book, taking her pencil case and giving him a smirk. “You’re not there either, teach,” she said, arching an eyebrow at him. “Can’t give me detention unless you’re planning on joining me.”
She then turned red as she realized what she said. Ohhhh, she was in so much trouble now!
“Well, I’m the one that is in charge, so what I say goes,” he said, giving her a lopsided smirk. He stood up and sauntered away from her. Once outside the door, blurring down the corridor to his room, stopping just in time to walk inside at a normal pace and he took a seat on his desk, like he always did.
She bit back her groan at his tone and smirk, instantly aroused by it. She shook her head as he left, stuffing her things into her backpack and taking off at a run, intending to beat him to the classroom, confused as to how she didn’t find him on the way, slowing down whens he reached the room and sauntering in, sure she had beaten him.
Only to stare in shock at him sitting on his desk.
“You’re late,” he said, giving his stern teacher voice, but if she looked closely enough, his eyes were dancing with amusement. “You’ll have to join me for detention after class.” Oh, he did enjoy this game that they were playing.
“Right, so, who can tell me where we left off?” he asked, trying to sound like it was a test, but actually wanting to know.
“You cheated,” she muttered, pouting as she took her seat, not able to answer the question since she had bailed on yesterday’s class to save Nevada from becoming a popsicle.
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After class, she pouted as she entered the room for detention, taking a seat and pulling out her books, intending on studying (and maybe sneaking glimpses at the gorgous teacher), one long leg crossing over the other, her skirt sliding up a bit.
Damon walked into the classroom with a book in his hand, planning to look like he was going to read. He had a book titled ‘Rough and Ready’ with him. It was hilarious to read how badly the smut in the book was written.
He saw Effie was already in there and he took a seat at his desk. “Have you been pouting since you left my class?” he asked. “You can stop now, you know. I’m back.”
“No,” she said regarding the pouting...in a way that clearly meant ‘yes’, before raising an eyebrow at him and his choice of book, trying...and failing not to blush agian. She had read the book before, Duela acting it out in a dramatic fashion one time, the sex scenes in the book both turning her on...and making her snicker madly.
She was NOT picturing Damon in the staring role, at all...
He shook his head a little and smirked at her before opening the book, sliding his thumb inside his mouth to dampen it to make it easier to flick the page. He felt a certain sexsual tension in the room but for now, he would play out being engrossed in the book, seeing if perhaps she would be eager to have his attention on her, and not some the book.
Effie watched as he wet his thumb, her breath catching slightly, heart rate increasing as she watched. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and she forced her eyes away, shifting in her seat, her legs tightening together as her arousal grew.
This so wasn’t fair...trapped in a room with someone that hot and no way to relieve it.
Worrying at her lip, she shifted again, trying to focus on her algebra, and not the man across the room, even as she raised her head, looking up at him again, unable to stop.
Damon could feel her eyes on him and he bit back a smirk. He looked up at one point and caught her gaze.
He stood up and walked over to her, taking a seat on her desk. “Are you okay? You see very..... tense,” he said, sliding his hand along the smooth skin of her thigh.
Damon was still sitting at his desk, smirking as he played this out in her mind.
She bit her lip as he sat on her desk, tensing more as he slid his hand over her thigh, her head jerking up to his, eyes wide, shocked. She had never...no one ever touched her like that.
He moved his hand further along her skin, under her skirt and he leaned in toward her ear, his breath hot against her neck. “How about you let me relieve some of that tension you’re carrying,” he said.
She bit her lip, her legs spreading open in spite of herself, blinking up at him. “I’ve...never...oh dear,” she whimpered as he touched her skin, biting her lip harder, hips eagerly reaching for his hand.
He moved back and took her hand, pulling her to her feet and bending her over her table and crashing his lips against hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth and thoroughly exploring hers.
She moaned as he kissed her, her tongue moving over his eagerly, her body pressed against his, arms wrapped around his neck, soft moans escaping her as she kissed him, unable to believe this was happening.
He slid his hands over the bare skin of her midriff as they kissed, his body pressed firm against hers petite frame. “So wet for me, aren’t you,” he murmured against her lips.
“N-No,” she whispered, lying, whimpering as his hand caressed her body. “M-Mr. Salvatore, we shouldn’t...”
“You’re lying. I can smell it. You want me,” he murmured. “And tell me why shouldn’t, Effie. Because you’re my student?”
“Y-Yes...it’s wrong,” she whispered, licking her lips, wanting to give in, to have him take her, to get on her knees and wrap her mouth around his hard cock like they did in the movies she sometimes watched when no one was around.