Alina made it back to her apartment without any more unusual occurrences or delays, though she was obviously quite nervous as she kept looking around her. At last though, she unlocked the door and entered her apartment. Her small, cramped, mildly messy apartment. Unwashed dishes from that morning when she had rushed out of the house. A pile of laundry in the corner, folded but not yet put away.

With a sigh, she set her bag down on the counter before rubbing her hands over her face. She almost let herself sink down into a chair, but stopped herself in time. She needed to change, shower and clean out that bite, then get to work. No resting yet.

Oh, and there was something called dinner too.

Plus that phone number she could call. 
[hr]Half an hour, Alina was sitting at the table with a mug of coffee in front of her along with many papers, clad in yoga pants and a loose top. She tried to correct the latest papers written by her students, cringing slightly at the mixed up use of grammar and spelling. 

Unfortunately, focus was not on her side this evening. Her phone was getting sidelong looks every few minutes, and she found herself reading paragraphs over and over again as she struggled to keep her mind off [i]the vampire.[/i] After a little more, she gave up, grabbing the phone off the table. It revealed a few missed messages each demanding her attention, but she ignored them for now and went to her contacts page.

[i]This is crazy. Why do I need to call him?[/i] Because it wasn't normal.

She clicked on the number. Pressed call.

"Hello?"
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