Week Four: Friday When: Later Night Where: The City Who: Cassius and Val
The week was long and the full moon had all but made it that much more difficult to tolerate. Always student’s emotions were heightened then, a pounding force against the mind that did not want to be blocked out. It was a near burn against the flesh, all the energy, emotions, thoughts… But while such a time would seem to mean he’d be away from the school more he was actually there far more. With that full moon came fears, worries, and a desire to speak to ones guide about everything that was going to come to pass. Not just a guide no…a counselor.
Cassius lingered, seeing to various meetings between his classes. It kept him busy and yet still the week seemed to drag. On and on, hours ticking by like days. The full moon, at least, had gone quickly. Cassius was one of the many teachers and staff that were out that night to ensure everything went well. Not all that worked at the school were capable of the task. Cassius had age enough to out power even a raged werecreature and if he somehow could not, he had speed upon them. But it was more his ability to affect the mind that came into play then. Able to calm, to reach within and bring back that sense of self to ease a student from that aggression.
It was a strain yes, but Cassius never once let it show.
With the end of the week Cassius was quick, however, to seek retreat from the school. He lingered only long enough to spend some time with Selene before she left for a meeting and Cassius himself left for the city. She knew where to find him should her weekend hold clear hours. But even the weekends for them tended to be busy, sometimes far more so then the rest of the week even.
The night air was crisp and cool, a feeling that nearly refreshed Cassius as he left the bustling halls of Halcyon behind him. Through the courtyard he walked, stopping to speak with a few guards before finding way to his car. Status reports…Cassius was sent them daily but still he preferred to speak with the guards personally whenever he could. Often it was for just the simple desire to get a feel of them. Though it was never so easy to find the enemy disguised as friend. And all knew there was such about the island.
Far too many holding that trait in Cassius’s opinion.
His path was simple, straight from the school to the house he owned that was past the outskirts of the city. Dark, secluded, it was not all together the safest place on the island but it was safer then it might appear from an outsider’s perspective. Which was what Cassius wanted.
There some work was seen to, idle means to pass the time. But it was not long before hunger began to edge upon his senses. He could deny it or simply see to one of the bloodbags in the kitchen but he did not do choose to do either. Instead Cassius grabbed his suit jacket and left the house hours after he had first arrived.
With the strain of the week he needed something more then a simple bag. He needed something with more strength. Most staff members in the school, and on the island, knew the few places to go when they craved blood from a live, willing, body. It was to one such bar that Cassius headed.