Miss.VampKiller

Chapter 5

**Alex Hellsing**

Sitting in the back bench I stared at the back of her head, the interesting-smelling girl.

The teacher's eyes went everywhere but on me, maybe he's too scared of me, or maybe he knows if he looks at me, even for a split second, he would be mesmerized at least for half a day.
Probably the latter.

For the first time in my long life, class actually seemed boring. The teacher asked questions, and that girl answered as if she had dreamt of answering those questions. It seemed like a never ending cycle, and it was dreadful. I, on the other hand, didn't even try to keep up with whatever he was spewing. Of what use would it be to have lived 20 years more than others sitting in this class if I can even do maths properly?

However, how do I put it, this girl she is strange. Strangely annoying, that is. In my whole life, I've never really found anyone to be annoying, even when someone bothered me to the point it was unbearable, I have always been understanding.

But, if it was this girl, for some reason I feel as if I wouldn't mind if she just suddenly fell into a huge pit that popped out nowhere, and no one but me could possibly help her, but I wouldn't, because where is the fun?

I mean, even if my beauty is unearthly, at least I feel like a human. She on the other hand feels like a robot...(that was not a compliment).

Just when I was running out of ideas of how to torture someone you never even talked to, the bell rang. And I, along with other students, made my way out and out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed that she was still bombarding the poor teacher with questions of her own, damn.

I decided to simply ignore like the gentleman I am and move on, and that is precisely what I did. As soon as I stepped out of the class Max started to trail behind me while putting some distance.

Suddenly, a girl pounced at me, only to be stopped by Max's brutal arm wall. I lifted my eyebrows and gave her a look that literally said 'WTF?'. Really! These people don't know how to appreciate a masterpiece from a distance.

After reassuring Max, I lowered myself to the level of the girl, and said, "You know, I don't really encourage this kind of petty tricks. You could have gotten hurt had I acted instead of him."

In these situations, generally, Max's first response is to ensure everyone remains safe unless the perpetrator means harm to my life. But my first response would have been to kill her on the spot. I couldn't help it, that was simply the way I was raised.

The girl seemed to have regained her ethical self and evacuated with frantic apologies trailing in the air behind her. From my peripheral view, I noticed standing among the crowd that gathered, the girl from my class with her arms folded with a face that said 'This is the most annoying thing ever'.