The Academy Vampire

{ Chapter 28 } - Method to My Madness

A/N: I promise you, you'll be gasping at this chapter, in more parts than one ;)

I've been having one of those weeks where everything is bringing me down, and I'm just so exhausted... so here's a chapter and we'll see if you're all successful in cheering me up.

P.S. - The song, as awesome as it sounds, fits this chapter to a T... Sean explains the method to his madness, to his secrets, to his omissions :)

Hope you enjoy it! 

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--- Sean's Pov ---

Owen pulled me by the sleeve after the dinner broke up, much to North's protest.

"Is anyone going to finish this fucking meal, or did I cook for nothing?!" He grumbled, grabbing all the remaining plates and dishes, slamming around.

"Don't take your idiocy out on my good china dishes," I snapped, stopping Owen and I in our tracks.

"It's your fucking fault Sang's pissed at us," North growled.

"It's not my fault that you can't take your ego out of a situation. Man up, and maybe you wouldn't have the problems you do with her," I said with a grin.

"You're one to talk. You just demand things from Mr. Blackbourne before you even talk to him about it," he smirked.

"You watch your fucking mouth, or I'll make sure you never open it again," I growled.

'He can say what he wants about me, but Owen? That's a whole other level, which I won't tolerate.'

"Is that a threat?" He stepped to me.

"Oh, no. You don't even know what a threat is, boy," I said, closing the space between us. I leaned forward, hoping to intimidate him. "The fact that I could end your life right here with just one snap? Now that's a threat," I whispered harshly in his ear.

Silas grabbed North's arm, pulling him back away from me. If anyone had heard what I said, I'm sure they wanted him away from me as soon as possible.

"Mr. Taylor, it would be best if you go relax. Possibly go apologize to Ms. Sorenson," Owen said sternly, stepping up next to me.

"But-." North started to speak.

"You've caused enough trouble for one night, Mr. Taylor. Now go," Owen snapped, holding the bridge of his nose just under his glasses out of frustration.

Owen grabbed my arm, not-so gently yanking me towards the kitchen in the process. "Sean, we need to talk."

"What's wrong, Kijo?" I asked. "I didn't mean to freak him out too bad. Just get him a little spooked and to get him to smarten up, that's all."

"That's not it."

"What is it, then? Did something happen?" I asked softly.

"You're him, aren't you?" He asked, almost in a whisper. It seemed like he didn't want to hear the answer.

"Who?" I raised an eyebrow.

"The founder. You started the Academy."

"Pshh," I waved a hand in his direction, "Why would you think a silly thing like that?"

"Olivia and Aiden said that they knew the founder. That they were almost friends in the beginning, actually. Aiden also said that the founder knew that Olivia was a vampire, but he didn't care."