I Think I'm In Love... With My Bloodthirsty Teacher!

I Think I'm In Love... With My Bloodthirsty Teacher! Chapter 7

Chapter 7- Blood is Thicker than Water

“Ok, I know you’re a member of the female species so you’re going to want to spend ages in changing rooms. I’ve got a few errands to do around here so I’ll meet you at one-thirty in the cafeteria, yes?” Mr. Ferron said curtly as he locked the Porsche’s doors.

“One-thirty? It’s barely twelve now, I don’t need an hour and a half to buy a couple of shirts!” I was outraged, almost stamping my foot. His expression darkened for a second and I shivered, but I was sure it was the cold.

“Let me rephrase that; I will be busy until one-thirty. Surely you can find ways of entertaining yourself till then?” He raised an eyebrow which, ultimately, boosted his already infinite sex level.

I mumbled something incoherent and stomped away from him, resisting the urge to throw an indecent finger in his direction.

Half an hour later, I’d successfully found some nice shirts (with collars). They were low-cut but the rules didn’t say anything about that, did they? I contemplated on going to sit in the cafeteria but I had an hour left until Mr. Ferron would come. There was no way I was going to sit there for a whole hour doing nothing.

I decided to get out of the mall and to some high-street shopping. It was still raining outside but I had Mr. Ferron’s leather jacket so I braved the cold.

I came across one of those weird tarot reading shops on the corner of the high street. You know the ones that have so much ornaments and crap that you can’t even see through the window? Yeah, I went in.

I was greeted by a strong wave of burning incense as I opened the door and stepped in. A tinkling bell rang from above the door, signalling my entry, but other than that there was no other sound in the small shop apart from the quiet sound of peaceful music.

The shop was a mess of tall shelf units (like a library) full of unusual objects. I took a step closer to one and picked up a glass ball. Typical. This was just another shit shop full of shit. I made to go back out the door but a faint sound of someone whispering reached my ears. I couldn’t decipher actual words but it sounded important so I shrunk back into the shop.

“Have you spoken to Thomas about this, Caius?” I heard a dreamy female voice as I inched closer to a doorway at the back of the shop, veiled by a dark curtain. I pressed my back against the wall next to the doorway and listened to the conversation beyond the curtain. Wait, Caius? I knew that name... but from where?

“Of course I have, Esmeralda! That’s the first thing I did. But Thomas just thinks that I possess some sort of tremendous control over my thirst so I won’t do anything, even if I am this close to losing my sanity,” a male voice hissed back. I was sure I recognised it but no, it couldn’t be...

“Thomas is always right so I highly doubt you will lose your control-” the female voice began.

“You’re not listening! The scent is... unbelievable. As soon as she is in my presence, the scent triggers all of my monster instincts. There’s nothing more to it. I am the predator and she is my prey, end of!” The male voice sounded distinctly like Mr. Ferron but the noise from a small fan overhead made it hard to distinguish properly.

“I’ve heard of these strange cases in your kind when a certain scent drives one into a frenzy and the only option is to kill the human. So to see that you have managed this long without losing control is a promising sign that you may be the exception.” The female voice that the man had called Esmeralda was wise and knowing. I heard a deep sigh.

“Yes but the scent is not even getting easier to resist, it’s still as bad as the first time I smelled it. Surely you have something- some sort of potion or anything to make this easier?”

“You know I only have two potions for your kind, Caius. One is to kill and one is to revive.”

“Ah forget it, I’ll just end up killing her...” What the hell?! If this was Mr. Ferron then who was he contemplating on killing? No wait- why was he contemplating on killing anybody? He was a teacher for Christ sakes!

“Caius...” Esmeralda began soothingly, just as I tried to push myself off the wall I was leaning on, not realizing my legs had become numb therefore resulting in me falling flat on my behind.

“Oooft!” Was what came out of my mouth. The air abruptly went still- the two voices had stopped talking and the only sounds were my short breaths. They knew I was here. I gulped, grabbed my shopping bags and RAN.

I cursed the stupid bell above the door which rang as I exited the shop at full speed into the rain and didn’t stop running till I reached the cafeteria. I immediately spotted Mr. Ferron sitting at one of the tables, frowning deeply at me. I breathed a sigh of relief; so it hadn’t been him in the shop. There was no way he could have made it here before me without running like hell. And he sure didn’t look like he had been running like hell, he looked perfect as always. He got up from his chair and made his way over to me.

“You’re late. Again,” he stated, tapping his watch. I grabbed his arm and peered at the watch, trying to ignore the static-like feeling of touching him. His arm was slightly cold, from the rain no doubt.

“Only by two minutes!” I huffed, still out of breath from my vigorous work-out session in the rain. A muscle in Mr. Ferron’s jaw jumped as he looked down at my hand on his arm. I quickly removed it.

“Sorry...” I mumbled, mentally slapping myself. Mr. Ferron shook his head vehemently.

“No, you’re freezing. We have to get back to the car.” And with that he grabbed my upper arm and towed me out into the car park. He unlocked the Porsche and pushed me in the passenger seat. Once he was inside he turned on the engine and put the heating on full blast. It was then that I realized how cold I actually was; I was frozen!

Mr. Ferron’s glowing silver eyes surveyed me as I shivered violently. He reached over and began fiddling with his leather jacket that I was still wearing. It dawned on me that he was trying to take it off and I slapped his hands away, folding my arms across my chest.

“N-no! I’m c-c-cooold,” I choked out. Although it was fifty/fifty between being cold and just wanting to keep the jacket on because it was his and it smelt like him.

“It’s soaking, Saoirse, you need to take it off!” He barked, blatantly annoyed.

“NO!”

“Take.It. OFF!” He growled, he was looking seriously menacing at the moment but I didn’t let that deter me.

“PERV!” I shouted back. I felt a cold drop of rainwater from my hair slide its way down my neck. I looked up at him to see his silver eyes follow its trail, alight with ferocity and looking somewhat feral. I was breathing hard which seemed to be the only sound in the car.

Out of the blue, he gasped and recoiled away from me. He was clutching his jaw and seemed to be in severe pain, as the muscles in his arms stood out under the strain of him tightly holding his jaw. I got a slight feeling of déjà vu from when we were in the classroom together and he had a similar outburst. Even so, I had no idea what to do. I couldn’t even speak! I just watched him for what must have been about two minutes before he spoke.

“I need to get a drink. Wait here.” Was all he said. His voice came out hoarse, as if he was in desperate need of water.

“Do you need a drink of water? Cos I’ve got some in my bag...” I trailed off as he turned to me, his hand still covering his mouth. His eyes were the wildest I had ever seen them and gleaming with... malice?

“Oh no, Saoirse. There’s a liquid I need far more than water right now.” And with that he swiftly stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind him. What the hell was he on about? The cavernous frown on my forehead was giving me a headache.

So what was I supposed to do now?

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