Hunted By The Barbaric Vampire King

|22| ~Saved by the Bombshell~

Unedited.
BIGGS' POV

Mrs. K (Katyln in media)

As soon as we entered the room, the smell of mulberry spice, honey, and fresh lemons with a hint of vanilla hit me hard and fast.

Mulberry spice and everything nice.

The scent is so familiar yet so foreign.

Searching for the source, my eyes lock onto Venus. Seriously, her beauty is out of this world.

Her adorably coiffed dark rich as chestnut hair bounces off her shoulder as she writes on the chalkboard.

Her noticeably gentle deep almond eyes lock with my own as she turns around and out of nowhere, I have a sensory overload.

There's this strange energy. Sort of like the pull that I felt with Embry Wilde but it's stronger and it gives me goosebumps.

The feeling must be mutual, judging by how her eyes widen as she takes me in from head to toe.
The need to protect She is strong which is just weird as fuck.

She's a freaking leech for crying out loud. Fuck.
I don't know how long we stood there only to be interrupted by the sound of my niece clearing her throat. "Biggs, I mean Brittany!" She quickly corrects herself.

Lilly smacks her hand against her forehead and I don't need to be bonded with her to know that she's praying for all three of us.

"Sit next to me," Amorata fake chuckles as her eyes settle onto the fanger, observing her strangely.

"What was that about?" Her voice appears inside my head and I just shrug her off before taking the seat beside her. As soon as I'm seated my eyes travel back to the pretty little fanger.

I notice how her prominent high cheekbones are suddenly flushed. Obviously embarrassed, by whatever the fuck just happened to us.

Taking a much-needed breath while attempting to clear my racing thoughts. I place my left pointer finger on my forehead and then rub it.
My head hurts. That entire exchange was just too much, too weird.

"Hello, class! I'm Katlyn but you can call me
Ms. K for appearance's sake!" A strong yet super soft voice grabbed every student present attention.

I take her in for like the millionth time, noticing how straight and regal her posture is indicating her aristocratic upbringing.

She reminds me of someone.

Everything about her screams familiarity.
I just can't put my finger on it."So, I went over your curriculum and it's bullshit!" she declares, causing everyone to gasp.

Well almost everyone, Amorata and I am speechless making eye contact with one another.

"How so?" A human in the front row asks.
"Well! For example, how old am I? Take a wild guess, anyone?" The fanger dares the class, looking out into her audience.

When no one says a word a very soft and gentle smile touches her heart-shaped lips as she encourages, "It's okay! This isn't a trick question I promise I will not hurt anyone of you."
Still not convinced, neither student utters a word.

Sucking my teeth I answer her by saying, "One hundred."

Another audible gasp breaks out in the classroom and Amorata turns to me looking shocked before mouthing, "What the fuck?"

Nevertheless, the fanger's smile is beaming in my direction as she corrects me by saying, "Nice try! But I'm Six hundred and twenty-one!"

The students all break out in a fit of awe.