VAMPIRE || Shawn Lister

9:15. Math class. A.k.a class with that new teacher. You pick up your backpack, slinging it over your shoulder and walk through the hallway. Trying to make your way through the break period’s crowd, you wonder what the new teacher would be like. Students file out of their classes, and you see some of them leaning on the lockers and chatting, a couple making out in the hallway, a girl running to her class with papers flying out of her hands, and a friend group laughing. So, nothing out of the ordinary. You thought about the new teacher again, hearing that it was a younger man, who just graduated. Supposedly he has several degrees and majored in mathematics in college. He’s also extremely handsome. Or so you heard. While you think about all of these things, you just so happen to pass the nurses office, and your eyes glance at the window looking into the infirmary. A pair of red eyes meet yours. You freeze, and then you step back. There, in the classroom, was the new teacher. Drinking a small bag of blood. He immediately panics, dropping the blood packet that was hanging on the IV tube. The bag collides with the marble floor, staining the white surface bright red. His hands go up in a yielding position, his red eyes wide, their color the same as the blood on the floor. “I-it’s not what you think!“