Higher learning (Annabelle)
Cavan liked and had adjusted well to the university. He'd been enrolled in classes which he went to gleefully. This was his kind of place. It was filled with new knowledge and people who also wanted to absorb it. Of course, he didn't really bond with any of them, or talk to them beyond discussing homework, but it was the idea of it all.
Better yet, Cavan hadn't seen anybody from the group at all. This began to spark ideas in his head. There were certain activities that he hadn't been able to take part in since this weird journey had started. All because of the people he was travelling with. They couldn't be allowed to know what he really was, because he was going to have to see them again. They'd never be happy about him being in the group, they might even - some of them - decide he shouldn't be alive.
He'd stayed his hand and squished his desires down.
But now?
Now there was a whole university of people for the taking, and not one familiar face among them. The itch returned quickly. Cavan thought of his trinkets and knew he needed to add to them.
He'd have to choose somebody first. His eyes always scanned all the faces around him for the perfect opportunity. Cavan wanted somebody who excited his mind, somebody who gave him goosebumps. It had been such a long time, this needed to be special. And perfect.
Cavan sat in the quad, book open in his lap, but leaning back into the grass. His eyes were on passing students.