2 The English Professor

As usual, Zehara strode down the hallway of the school as she casually blended in with the humans. She wore a nude colored formal dress and her black coat with a pair of black stiletto.

"Good morning, Miss Quinn." The students greeted her. She smiled and nodded at them. She is the tennis club adviser of the university. She tried to be a professor, but it ain't her thing, so she decided to just be a club adviser.

She went to the office and put her bag on her table. She looked at her watch. "It is still early." She said to herself. She sat down on the chair and closed her eyes.

She could barely remember the last face of her mate. Also, the voice that she loved hearing, and the feeling of his embrace. She could barely remember it all. How can she find him in this world? She didn't even knows if he was reborn.

"I am running out of time." She whispered and sighed. She almost lost control last night. Sooner or later, she could lose it. She sighed.

Just as she prepped for her sleep, she sensed a human coming near her. She immediately opened her eyes and saw the English Professor, Ms. Gretta Vincluor.

"What can I do for you, Miss Vincluor?" She sweetly said, but her eyes were firmly fixed on the professor's eyes. This is the first time Miss Vinclour went near her since she transferred to their university, and she found it strange. For weeks, the professor seemed to try her best to avoid her.

"Uhm.. n-nothing, Miss Quinn." The professor stepped back and left the office in a hurry. She shook her head and said, "That was weird."

She decided to go to the gym to prepare the equipment for the club. She grabbed her tennis racket and her sports attire that was on the side of her table, then she went to the gymnasium's changing room.

She slowly turned around while looking at her body in the whole body mirror. Her body didn't change a bit. She still possesses the goddess-like body that many women envied even up to this time.

"You're perfect. You always are." She proudly said to herself. She even made some poses. She put her hands on her waist and bent it to her side, then she puckered her lips while looking seductively at herself's reflection.

"Gorgeous." She winked, and chuckled at her craziness.

She picked her tennis racket and went to the exit, but her feet stopped when she sensed a human, again. She turned her head and looked around. "Show yourself." She said. She heard small noises coming from the last cubicle, but the human didn't dare to show up.

"Who are you?"

A few minutes later, the same professor she encountered on her office a couple of minutes ago showed up. Zehara knotted her forehead in confusion. "What are you doing here, Miss Vincluor?"

Miss Vinclour shook her head, then exited the place. Zehara said and exclaimed, "Just what does she want?"