Extra Education

                                    

                                          
You are a vampire who has always enjoyed learning, even when you were human. You have traveled the world learning multiple languages and getting degrees. Right now, you have gone through a religious phase and started teaching at a Christian college as a multi language and religious teachings type course. 
C/N is one of your students. Even though he isn't going to school for a Christian Studies degree, he continues to take your classes as electives. One day, your Administrative Director and several others were on a video call and he noticed your background with historical artifacts. He suggests taking some of your classes to your house to learn more on the history. You take C/N's class as a test to see if it would work. 
C/N and a friend of his were looking at an ancient manuscript for something when they noticed a filing cabinet full of degrees labeled by the years they were completed it. They had different names, none seemed to be related. There was a notebook on the desk with Y/N's name and a sticky note with dates from 4 years ago to two years from now with question marks around the ending date. His friend was on the other side of the room so C/N read some of it. 
Y/N had moved into her new home, started decorating, normal moving things. Then she began describing how she had never taught students before now and would like to try with her years of education. She had gone through education courses to become a teacher. She used her degrees from... 17 years ago? He found the dates and pulled out copies of the degree from 17 years ago and found they were the same degree but different people graduated with them. He researched a few of the names he found and saw they had all died before they were 30. Suicides and freak accidents. There were newspaper or printed papers of obituaries or missing persons cases. 
Some of the things he later read would line up with things discussed in their night classes. She was 24 but had years of education from 17 years ago. The next class, he asked if she knew anything on the history of vampires. She tried to play it off as Dracula or Twilight. After class, she told C/N to stay after because she needed to discuss his grade. 
Natasha POV, Year 2019
I finished writing in my journal and put it with my completed journals. I found if I wrote in the journals everyday, talking about current events, my thoughts and feelings about certain subject, what degrees I was trying to get, current reads, or about my daily life that I could know when to move again. At maximum, a notebook would last 6 years. Minimum, a year. I started doing this around the 1700s after I was accused of being a witch. I knew this was going to be my last year in Paris. I only had a few pages left. I sighed and put the journal away in my desk. Another year of picking up and leaving my current life. 
I grabbed a bag from my closet, packed a few changes of cloths, some books, and a few keepsakes. I opened the window and breathed in the fresh air. I had already moved all of my important items to a vacation home I owned to (favorite place) and had decided to live there for a while. I put my new identity paperwork in the front pocket and prepared the illusion. 
"29 year old Natasha Winters died at the scene early this morning. Police tells us she most likely fell out of the open window and onto the concrete below. The sheriff is trying to get ahold of her family if anyone has any information," the reporter on the radio announced. 
"Terrible tragedy. She was only 29," my cab driver noted. 
"It is a shame. So much to live for." 
"I heard she had only been living here for a few years. They found her diary," I smiled to myself. "Are you going to a funeral, miss?" I had always written two diaries. One for the police to find, along with a note saying why I died, and the other to add to my collection of my life. 
"Yes, I'm afraid. My brother just died from cancer and my mom isn't in good shape either," I wore black to say goodbye to my past. I noticed a college still buzzing with life even over the winter break. 
"I'm sorry to hear that. So much death around the holidays. Always hard on the families. Enjoy your time here for the new year," I paid then left to walk up the road. I entered the dark house and turned on the lights. I spent the first two days cleaning and putting things away. Around lunch time in the second day, the doorbell rang. I frowned and opened the door. 
"Hello. My name is C/N L/N," the guy looked to be about 20 or so and held a large basket. 
"Are you a door-to-door salesman?" 
"No. My mom knows when new people come to the town and likes to make goodie baskets for them so they feel welcome." 
"Well that's sweet of her. Come inside," he entered and I told him to set the basket on the counter. 
"Nice place. The woman who lived here before didn't stay long." 
"That was probably my mom. It's a vacation home and she would come by every now and then to take care of the place. I've come back to... My brother died of cancer and I came in to be with her. She isn't doing too well either."
"I'm sorry to hear that. It's a nice town though. I hope you enjoy your stay as long as you are here. "
"Thanks C/N. I'm Y/N by the way. I'll see you around, " he left and I sighed. I went through the basket and found all sorts of cookies, cakes, pies, meal preps, and other snacks. I took a cookie and even though vampires don't eat food, it still tasted amazing. I got a special juice box from a secret compartment in my fridge and drank it before going back to cleaning.