Maebh

Chapter 5

One month had passed since hell had broken loose in the school grounds. Knotter every school day was tormented by his sister's blood shadow on the concrete. He'd hold his breath passing by it and you could see the tears welling up in his big, green eyes.

Everyone knew that Knotter was closer to his sister than to his parents and that they were like two cherries on a branch. The school acted like nothing had happened that day, but Maebh and her friends refused to ignore it and so went to a trusted staff member who was known for being terrifying, but kind to the right people.

Geoffrey Smith.

"What do you want?" The man asked, tensed up as if sensing something was wrong, his voice was deep and velvety with rough hints to it. His face was highlighted by his chiselled jawline, narrow cheekbones and hooked nose, he had mid length wavy black hair that was tied into a man bun with an undercut and a shaved pattern on the back of his head that replicated a waxing crescent moon. He picked up a pair of glasses and put them on, they had a gold frame, and black arms. His hooded, onyx eyes peered at the teenagers with curiosity. A coarse purple, rugged scar ran over his left cheek from his chin to his brow.

He was sat in his leather chair with his feet crossed over one another. He smirked slightly "You're here to inquire about the recent casualty, aren't you?" He asked, slowly standing up. His chair creaked slightly.

He was clothed in a black shirt with a grey classic motorcycle vest and black skinny jeans held in place by a black, spiked belt with black penny loafers. He approached the door and locked it before shutting the blinds. "What do you want to know about that girl's demise..." He asked curtly with a sharp, dangerous smile.

"I can tell you the things you crave to possess the knowledge of even if it will put you in severe danger and may even kill you." He leaned down to face Maebh directly and Lucielle swooned in the background, falling into Knotters arms. In response, he stood tall again and smirked proudly.

"What knowledge do you desire?" He asked as Lucielle looked him up and down, focusing on trying to get a glimpse of his crotch. Lucielle bit her lip and whispered something to Knotter who promptly threw her on the floor. "Hngh!" She grunted before getting up and dusting herself off and watching the dangerously seductive teacher. Maebh sighed "What happened to Lacey W.Wulf?" She inquired.

"Dead, killed by a beast that roams on 4, sometimes 2 legs... With sharp claws and long, treacherous, gaping fangs... There was reason to her death, they most likely thought she knew too much about them and their... traditions..." Geoffrey smiled gently, his pointed canines drawing a drop of blood from his lip as his eyes looked around the room dangerously.

"I personally am completely hateful towards the existence of werewolves... I despise them, its time you learn about their existence..." His eyes landed on Maebh "Yet one of you... Already knows about their existence and... Denies it..." He purred in his deep, velvety voice.

Lucielle shivered, goosebumps travelling up her skin in a matter of milliseconds. "And... Uh, who may this be?" She enquired bashfully. Mr. Smith chuckled "Your red-haired friend over here." He smirked proudly.

Maebh went pale in an instant and gulped. "So, the stories are true?" She whispered timidly. Mr. Smith nodded gracefully. "Though, my brother and sister will preach otherwise..." He yawned, on the right side of his neck were two puncture scars. Maebh gasped and covered her mouth with one hand. "You're a... A..." she stuttered. "Say it..." Mr. Smith growled.

"Vampire..."

"How did you idiots not realise sooner, I have fangs for Sanguine's sake..." He snarled, looking away in pure disappointment. "Oh my god!! Isn't Sanguine the goddess of vampires, space, night and stars?!" Lucielle gasped. Mr. Smith nodded. "Oh my god!! I worship her!!!" Lucielle beamed.