Kanoe turns another page in her book. A slight frown can be seen on the young witch's face as she continues searching. Nothing, there was no information or even rumors of monsters about the island. The young student, dressed in a black and red version of the school uniform, had taken refuge at a table in the far corners of the school library. Classes have ended for the day leaving only a few students wandering the halls. She could hear an occasional footstep or soft talking as students continue their own studies and check out books.

Kanoe was currently reading a school yearbook. She had always hated these stupid books that her past schools had made her take pictures for. So much trouble for a book that she had no intention of buying much less reading. But, this was for research of her own. Along with several other yearbooks, piles of history books that could possibly involve the island or Shokushu were piled at her table. As her expression shows, she was not progressing far at all. Besides the usual information of Shokushu's well renown science department and labs, there was little else. No news of monster attacks, sightings, or even missing students. Majority of the students did not seem to notice that there was something very off about this island and this school either. So that means only a small population of students are attacked or it's simply that well hidden. Kanoe's jaw clenchs slightly. Why did she have to be one of the lucky ones?

A hand gently brushes away a stray strand of raven black hair as Kanoe sighs. The rest of her hair was still tied into one long braid with a silver clasp at the end, something to remember one of the many attacks she has received since arriving here. She closes the book, adding it to the pile of finished books as she grabs another year book and begins studying. Kanoe was sure she had a bit more time before the library closes or perhaps the librarian won't even bother to check if she is still here when the place does finally close.

Paul had taken to his job, having less time on the hunt then he usually would like, but he had to keep this guise up if he wanted to keep preying on the well bred stock of this far of Island school Coming to the library quietly and as if a shadow himself moved among the throngs of shelves loaded with books of everything from Fantasy novels to Xenobiology books.

He was after something in between, planning for his next few classes seemed an unwanted chore, but Biology teacher was his job, and he was never one to slack as much as he had wanted to though. Coming from one of those said isles of shelves his keen eye caught the student known as Kanoe, her strange demeanor and style known through out the island. Holding two books under arm he approached her.

"Looking for something?" The professor asked as he leaned over to the out strewn books each about the island itself. "Class research or for the sake of knowing?" He asked with a smile as he adjusted his glasses with his free hand, his nose of course catching her scent, which of course caused his hunger pains to pang his insides, but showed no outward expression of his discomfort.

Kanoe heard soft footsteps approaching her. She did not bother looking up, figuring it to be the librarian about to kick her out. There was not much to gather and looking at all the happy smiling faces in the yearbook was starting to annoy her to no end. Hearing the person's voice, she realizes it was not the librarian and looks up. Since this was an all women's college, this man must be a teacher or a member of the staff. It was difficult to decide how to handle this one. With the amount of secrets being withheld and incidents swept under the rug, he could be a part of it. And here she was with books about the school and island. Might as well put up a sign.

The young student regards the professor calmly. He did not seem to show any signs of suspicion. She could not answer class research, too difficult to follow with that lie. So might as well be honest, just hold back a bit. Kanoe closes her book and sets it back on the pile.

"Since I am going to be here for some time," Kanoe replies coolly, "I might as well learn about the island. Is the library closing?"

That should work, Kanoe thought. Perhaps mentioning the place closing soon will make the professor return to his own business. A bit shocking that this professor is doing studying of his own. Guess most of the teachers here do not slack off afterall.

He nodded lightly to her first comment, his eyes traces her neck from behind, the curves of her body underneath those clothes, the pheromones her body produced, which often sent males of old into fits of rage and passion, though most just grew aroused now a days. He chuckled softly. "Good luck, more then fifty years of history on this Island as a school, and more during a war or two.." He commented as he looked a bit closer to read names of past students who had left the island.

"The Library closes to students in about ten minutes, but since you seem so hell bent on researching this big ol' Island, might as well use some of my influence to give you as much time as you want..the Librarian won't bother you if I'm in here helping you." He said calmly. (though few knew that the Librarian a lonely woman had been under his control with a dash of his aroma and a dark whisper from the shadows were enough to sway her.)

"May I sit?" He asked curiously, his eyes twinkled with curiosity and something more hidden underneath. After the years passed since his changing, he had learned the tells that gave away if he were lying, which he easily masked and discarded as his mind raced with how he would gain his next prey, this young woman of growing curiosity. He had even begun filling the air with his subtle scentless pheromone, the one that tickled the back of the mind so that others would not remember his pr essence once he had unleashed his tentacled attack.

Kanoe sighs, fifty years to read on. That was beyond troublesome. But, since all the books are out, might as well learn what she can. The young witch gave the cross on her necklace a slight tug as she hears how much time is left. She was a bit shocked that a professor was taking the time to assist her. The woman did not exactly want this teacher to know what she is searching for and rather be alone. But, it was either let him stay or end her studies for the day.

"It's difficult to believe a teacher would take their time to assist me," Kanoe says softly, "Sit if you wish."

At least the professor was not turning her in for going against the dress code, an offense she has done several times already. As the professor finds his seat, Kanoe takes a moment to straighten out her vest and skirt of her uniform. Despite the color being her preferred choice, she still did not like the uniforms. Her hand reaches over and grabs another book. This one was a history book, something less rotting to the brain than yearbooks.

"I have finished reading most of the yearbooks already," She says simply, "I hope I am not taking your time."

His low pheromone dosage seemed no effect on this strong minded woman, this one would be more fun then others he had tasted on cold nights past. "I know, but I had rather read a history book, the droll over technical books over the intricate functions of a Mammal's cell." He said with a soft warm chuckle, something he had practiced many times. Now the scentless mind warmer was increased in it's volume, subconscious commands to warm the body, dull the mind, making it easier to control and deny the prey to lies. 'So what are you looking for?" He asked curiously looking over to her in the corner of his square rim glasses, while he felt his skin crawl with anticipation, soon it would be his time to pounce upon her and feast of her energies.

Kanoe gently adjusts her vest again. She felt a bit warmer. Perhaps the heat was being adjusted. Or she could just be feeling the effects from overwork from all the studying. The professor was a bit odd. But, it was not uncommon for teachers to be weird. His reason for staying sounded a bit odd to the young woman. She stops reading to look over at him. Her eyes narrow briefly at the chuckle. The young witch wasn't sure what to think of this person. She shakes her head slightly to herself. Perhaps she is just being paranoid, alot of attacks have been happening lately.

The young student returns to her book, not knowing sitting near him was dulling her mind and will slowly. She was not far into the book, just reading the table of contents to get see if anything of note jumps out at her. Kanoe blinks for a moment upon hearing his question. She thought that was answered already. Was she not clear enough?

"Hm? Just looking at past events that have happened on the island and school" She replies softly.

He smiled seeing the growing discomfort of her body how it seemed to be restless now. Her voice carried a dulled tone as if fatigue had suddenly hit her, this was the effect..it kept many from running in the beginning seeing it worked for some short time before they became aware of what would happen. "Like...monsters attacking the female students?" He asked with a smile as he closed his eyes and adjusted his glasses on his nose once more. He had known of course after all he was one such monster.

Kanoe looks up from her book. Did this man know about them? Was he involved? Or perhaps this was not the first case of a 'crazy' student researching about monster attacks. She found herself unable to think of an appropriate response. Usually it would be easy to denounce such a suggestion but, she just could not think right for the moment. He did not seem angry or even bothered by mentioning monsters. His smile was so warming, could she trust him? Slowly, Kanoe looks away, averting her gaze from the professor. Her silence was speaking her guilt louder than any words. She must seem so foolish now.

"I...I'm sorry," She stammers softly, "I..must be wasting your time.."

His once happy-go-lucky chuckle returned, but it slipped onto a darker undertone. "Why of course not, if that was the case you should have asked..I can tell you now all that knowledge was burned away.." He whispered leaning closer to her ear. "For many those who live on the island are not as they appear..' His voice was low and deep, one of almost lust laden intentions. "For you see my dear, some of the closest friends can be what you seek to know." His appendages had begun to emerge from his flesh as he spoke.

They had writhed out in the air, five or six of them visibly moving to surround the woman in the trap. His hand had then gone to place itself around her which he then pulled her close as the thick tendrils of flesh and pleasure began to snake around her body, they all taking their sweet time.

(oh yeah, happy Halloween.)

His voice sounded different now. Kanoe could not help but shiver as she heard the soft words whisper into her ear. He knew about them and knows the information was burned. That means he is a part of it as well. Her eyes widen as she gasps. She was rising to her feet as the professor's arm wraps around her, pulling her back down and closer to him. Her hands press at the man's chest as she tries to push away.

"N-No...let me go.." She cries, "I'll..I'll scream."

She really did not like resorting to screaming like a helpless woman. But, it was the only thing that came into her clouded mind. The young woman felt strange now. It was like she was mentally fatigued. Kanoe wanted to channel for a spell but it felt like every thought was swimming through mud. Her eyes widen as she just then notices extra appendages comming from this person. She raises a hand and pushes it hard at the professors jaw, trying desperately to push him away as she squirms.

((hehe you too))

He chuckled once more saying nothing at her attempts to dissuade him. her hands were soft and held no strength to get away from him, though he did feel the hairs on his neck in some sense of danger from this one, but it was minor and easily taken care of. "Scream if you wish, the halls are empty, and our dear librarian is out playing with herself again." He said with a chuckle. "Even is she hears you, she is under my spell as well." He said reaching with his free hand to squeeze her wrist and pull it away, his lips had moved to press to her neck and taste young tender flesh.

Those tentacles which moved slowly grabbed at her body, breasts first, squeezed and bound by two, which resulted in a button or two popped as they snaked under her clothes. More, coming around her bar thighs, which began to crawl along her flesh and between her supple thighs. He was moving slow with this one, the more she struggled and fought, the more he would gain from her rape.

Kanoe curses herself for trusting this person even for a moment. It felt like she was trying to push against a wall. The professor easily held her wrist and pulls it away as he closed in. Her skin crawls as she felt the monster's lips on her pale skin. She shuts her eyes as she tries to focus which was growing more and more difficult with every second she is with this person. The school was empty, couldn't scream. The librarian was under his spell. Spell...she had to try.

"I..I'm warning you..."

Her warning went unheeded as she felt the tentacles slither around her breast and tighten, nearly tearing her blouse completely open. She couldn't help but groan as the tendrils slither beneath her blouse and across her sensitive orbs. Kanoe could feel more slide across her silky smooth thighs. She gasps faintly as if the breath was knocked out of her. What was wrong with her? Her body was sensitive but she felt her body growing so much warmer from his touch. The young witch shakes her head weakly. She had only one arm to use. Slowly, faint spidery words of magic stumble out of her lips. It was sluggish but gradually, wisps of shadow were gathering in her open and still free hand.

Paul's careful eye turned to the shadows collecting in her hand, ti was a minor threat having seen much worse in his travels. The tentacles had soon added to their numbers as some came under her skirt to seize her rear, and pull apart her delicate underwear, exposing the warm woman hood the the air conditioned library. "Sorcery aye?" he asked as he whispered in her ear. "I suggest you not do that.." He said quietly, mere suggestion but his voice still carried power.

The tentacles now began to peel her clothing away, laying piece after piece on the ground, slowly letting the girl grow use to her chemical and physical restrictions, though the chemical ones were about to run their course and he would have to wait a week or so before she would be suceptable (sp) to his aroma once more, though after he would finish her mind would not remember his face, just a foggy dream.

The tentacles growing more brash as thin whip like lengths wrapped around her bosom, tips moving to tickle the tender tits, while thick headed ones began to massage and trace her tender lower folds.

Kanoe struggles to keep the incantation going as more tentacles pull apart her panties. It was growing more difficult to focuse. The shadows continue to swirl but would not form together enough to do anything. She shivers as she felt cool air on her womanhood, was she growing moist already? She had to hurry and get away. The professors voice whispers softly into her ear. Slowly, her chanting stopped as the darkness disappated.

"What...What did you do..to me?" She whimpers.

She found herself not resisting as slowly, piece by piece, her clothing was gently stripped from her body. Her body seems to glow and shine as her pale skin reflects the light in the room. A small tattoo was between her collarbones, a black flame with a brush stroked circle around it. Other than that, her pale form was untouched besides the slight blushing of her cheeks. Kanoe leans against the professor's body, her free hand resting on his hip. She knew she needed to resist but couldn't. The woman squeaks as the thin tendrils wrap around her pale sensitive breasts. Her tits were already reacting to the teasing tickles of the tips. The woman's breathing began to grow heavier as she felt a thick tip trace up and down her netherlips.