Sanders Sides Oneshots

My Teacher, The Vampire- Part Two

I said I would post within a day and it's been three. I'm really sorry. I feel like I haven't been completely honest with you all about what's going on with me personally. And when that affects my writing, that's not fair. So after this oneshot is done, I have a long authors note at the bottom that's going to explain everything. It will probably contain highly triggering material (anxiety, dissociation, self harm) so don't read it if you won't have a safe experience. But the gist of it is, I'm sorry and I will try to do better. But read through the oneshot first! This will probably have a few more chapters to it.
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"I have to say, as a collective group of seniors, we've had a lot of shitty ideas." Virgil tossed his backpack on the floor of the school library and sat at the table. "But this has got to be our worst."

"And that's saying something if I'm starting to be our voice of reason," Roman was sitting next to him with his legs draped over the armrest, so that his head was resting near Virgil's lap. "How the hell did we get here?"

"I know, Remus said something dumb and somehow Janus bought into it." Virgil rolled his eyes as he untangled his earbuds and handed one to Roman, who took it unquestioningly.

"Could you just listen for once?" Remus shoved an open book towards the pair. "When did you two get so close? Don't think I didn't notice the earbuds, losers." he pointed with all the affection he held for his brother and his painfully obvious crush.

Virgil tinged red. "We don't have to be close to gang up on your bullshit." Janus was about to speak when Remus interrupted him.

"Look, for once, I did some research and look at what I found!" he turned his accusing finger to the book and jabbed at the photo at the bottom of the page. Roman's eyes glanced over the caption. One of the only known males (name unknown) on trial for witchcraft, 1692. The accused escaped and never faced execution.

The photo itself was pure chaos among the black-and-white grain. Angry faces were everywhere along with grabbing hands and kicking feet. But among it all, there stood the accused. Strong aquiline nose, chiseled jaw and a firm expression. Thin frames sat on the bridge of his nose. There was no mistaking it.

It was a carbon copy of Mr. Logan Kroft.

"Okay, it's a little uncanny..." Virgil shifted in his seat. "But it's an odd coincidence and that's it!"

"And I suppose the next thing out of your mouth with be, 'What are the odds vampires even exist?'" Janus finally spoke with a remarkably accurate imitation of Virgil's voice.

"Well, what are the odds?" Roman defended him quickly.

"I thought you shouldn't take my word for it. Mr. Sanders!" Janus stood up and waved over and the teacher who had just walked into the room.

Mr. Thomas Sanders was definitely overqualified. He had studied to be a chemical engineer but he quickly found out that his real wish was to just to educate and help others. So, here he was, teaching biology at his old high school. He enjoyed his work, he got on well with his students, but they sure did have some weird requests for him.

The moment the boys laid eyes on the teacher, their acts changed. Roman quickly moved into a normal sitting position and Virgil stiffened and kept his eyes trained on the table. On the other hand, Remus waved freely and sank back in his chair as Janus smiled smugly.

"Hello, boys. Janus, you had a question for me?" Mr. Sanders walked over to the table and spied the open book. "Kinda looks like Mr. Kroft."

Before Remus could say 'I told you so!', Janus quickly asked. "I figured since you were our biology teacher, you would be the correct person to ask. What are the odds vampires exist?"

"Hm, well. Not something I would expect from you!" Mr. Sanders chuckled as he crouched at the head of the table. "But I wouldn't be awfully surprised. The biodiversity on this planet is really something."

Virgil frowned and sank deep into his seat as Roman banged his forehead against the table. "Thank you very much for you time."

"Say, can I interest you boys in a little teacher gossip?" Mr. Sanders smiled. He didn't usually do this, but he knew this group well. They felt like, well, family. "Mr. Kroft was seen leaving our good friend Mr. Morales's house. Only took them 7 years." He laughed as he stood and walked away, leaving the seniors in a state of shock.

"So, let's just say with all this evidence, I believe you." Roman spoke slowly. "What do we do now?"

"I think," Virgil's voice was impossibly soft. "We should talk to Mr. Kroft."
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I'm about to get into that long A/N now so, if that's not for you, that's okay. See you next time!!

Okay. So let's talk. I've been a shitty uploader, and let's face facts, not a great writer. You guys have stuck with me through everything so it's not fair that you don't get answers. These last few months have been incredibly hard on me. Writing No Never Yes was so much fun but that was during a period of hyperfixating on a new hobby: fan fiction. So ever since then, it's hard to get back into it with the same enthusiasm and punctuality I had during that time.

I've also had a lot of mental health issues. As most of you know, I'm currently in therapy for many reasons. I've been diagnosed with depression and anxiety for a while now and some days are harder than most. And my body has, sadly, many unhealthy ways of coping with.

I have been clean of cutting for a little less than a year at this point, but I do attempt to harm myself in other ways that I don't wish to get into. I've seriously contemplated suicide on many occasions due to many factors, mostly my family. My last serious attempt was two weeks ago. I'm okay now.

I also dissociate from reality very easily. And I don't mean just staring at a wall for a while. My body and brain shut down completely. Sometimes to a point where I lose that memory. I have lost whole days before, only knowing what my family could tell me. That's what happened these last 2 days. So if you saw me replying to comments or updating in my announcements, that was a dissociated me. I don't have a memory of that.

This isn't everything. My physical health is on the decline due to an autoimmune condition I've had since 4th grade. My dad is ruining my mental health further. And my heart is just constantly being torn apart.

Really playing sympathy bingo, huh?

I'm not telling you all this to pity me or to make excuses. I just want you to know and be aware of my state of mind. Why I'm flaky or acting odd. It might not be me. Or me fully.

But the bottom line is I'm here and I'm going to be responsible for it. I will be better for all of you.

Take it easy guys gals and non-binary pals. Peace out!