Life With Fangs

Life With Fangs - The First Protégé

“Take your seat, I won’t bite.”

     He smirked; his usual smirk—or at least the smirk I’ve seen the past two days. I obeyed his order. I didn’t know if he was doing the compulsion thing again or not but he made me obey without brushing him off with sarcasm.

     Usually, I was like that to my other teachers and I, kind of, am known for that. But the teachers won’t reprimand if ever I do so. I sort of have “an irresistible” aura with me as so Elizabeth says it. Maybe it comes with the unknown-Leukemia package.

“I am Mr. Paxton and I will replace Mr. Dublin as your Biology teacher, whether you like it or not.” He announced to the class as I rummaged through the chairs at the back. Several cat calls, whistles and giggles were heard after his awaited introduction.

If you only know he was a vampire, you would all freak out.

     “Are there any comments, questions, suggestions, or violent reactions?”

     “I do!” Veronica, the blonde girl who unreasonably became the celibacy club president, raised her tan hands.

“Violent reaction, yes, Ms...”

     “Veronica, call me Veronica.” She demanded. "It's a question, actually."

“Veronica. What is your question?”

She giggled. “Uhm... I know this is kind of inappropriate to ask but... are you perhaps single?”

Being a vampire, I heard the small arrogant laugh from his mouth that nobody else probably heard. “That indeed is an inappropriate question Veronica, but I am. However, it is against the school law for us to have greater relationship than student and teacher. Although I’m not exactly sure if I am a fan of abiding laws.” He said with a wink and every girl giggled. Veronica must’ve fainted if not for the chair behind her, which is sure to be hit by her airful of a head when she did.

Oh... my... goodness. Am I going to deal with this guy for three hours everyday? Not to mention the vamp-mentor thing that increases the hours of us being together. I curse my life; my living-dead life.

“So, where did you stop?”

Then I remembered where we stopped with Mr. Dublin. I froze.

“Blood typing,” My jock classmate who isn’t arrogant like the others shouted, as if reading my thoughts.

This isn’t going to be good, I thought. Why does it have to happen now? When I just became a freaking vampire and still can’t control my thirst?

I tried to send Mr. Paxton a warning look, but he wasn’t looking. Much to my impending annoyance, Veronica was at his table talking to him while everyone else was busy lollygagging around.

“Would anyone like to help me fetch the boxes?” He shouted to the noisy class.

I have to take my chances. “Dude,” I whispered.

He went pale—paler than usual, as a matter of fact—as his face swiftly snapped my direction. Perfect, these powers are awesome. “I’ll come with you.”

He pointed his head to the side, gesturing me to go.

“I have a name you know that?” He started when we were already inside the supply room. “And I don’t really like being addressed as dude.”

I chuckled. “Not knowing your name isn’t exactly my problem right now. And besides, you never told me what your name was, so it’s basically your fault. So, what is it?”