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

I Think I'm In Love... With My Bloodthirsty Teacher! Chapter 2

It’s about to get interestinggggggg!!!!!!!   :D

Chapter 2- What will be will be

“Remind me how you do not have any shirts in your possession, Saoirse?” Ms. Kingsley asked as she rummaged through a prehistoric lost-property box. She had taken me to the medical room which was surprisingly empty. No jocks with shattered kneecaps or nauseous Bella Swans sitting on the ripped fabric chairs. God, this school really was old! Everything about it screamed out REPLACE ME, even the chairs which looked like they’d been clawed by a savage animal. Why were they ripped like that anyway?

“I didn’t know about the dress policy till I got here, Miss,” I replied honestly.

Ms. Kingsley turned round with a long-sleeved black cotton shirt... not the Tarzan rag I was expecting. She handed it to me swiftly just as I heard the shrill ring of the school bell, signalling the beginning of classes.

“You may change in here. Do you have your map with you?” She asked, studying me with her animalistic green eyes.

“Yeah.”

“Ok, I have to go now as I have a...class to teach. Use your map to find your first class from here when you’ve changed,” and with that she gave me one last unfathomable look and strode out the door, closing it roughly behind her. Sheesh, for a woman she sure had arm strength! I watched her speed walk down the dark corridor, her curly brown locks bouncing with her.

Stupid luscious hair.

I quickly stripped off my top and immediately started shivering from the instant cold. I grabbed the shirt and put it on, my shaking fingers fumbling to do up the buttons. When I was done, I took the map out of my bag before venturing out the medical room and beginning my trek.

Ten minutes later and I had once again, gone in circles. The map made no damn sense! It was a complicated snake game of lines and swirls which were apparently corridors and rooms. Whatever. All I knew was I was late for my first class of my new school. Surely that didn’t give off a good impression.

When I realized that I wasn’t going to get anywhere any time soon, I decided to just go wherever my legs took me seeing as I was late already. I soon came to a stone spiral staircase leading downwards and the temptation was just too great- I had to check it out. As I expected, at the bottom there was yet another corridor, except it was even colder than the ones above. Oh well, I suppose heat rises. If there was any heat in this stupid old building anyway.

I stopped when a pair of wooden double doors came to light. The wood looked at least a hundred years old with its crumbling framework and gouged out handle dents. Why would someone rip off a door handle? What the hell was this place?

Then suddenly, a slightly metallic smell tingled my nose but before I could identify the smell, it was gone. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up- something that always happened to me when something was not right- but I tried to blame it on the cold.

Caius POV:

“I’m telling you, Thomas, there’s something wrong here. There’s no way a human could smell that good,” I insisted. Thomas leaned back in his throne and stroked his chin slowly.

 “Is she a Dhampir, Caius?” He asked in a frail voice.

“She has a heartbeat. A pretty strong one too, so no,” I admitted.

“Then she is human.” Thomas extended a fragile arm and a servant hastily presented him with a silver goblet. He brought it to his lips and took a long sip. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t taking this seriously. This was a matter of life or death... for the girl anyway.