Trapped the Vampire Disciple

The Red-Eyed Youth

Scotland, 2023.

The bell had rung five minutes ago, but it showed no sign of this class going silent. All the students inside looked busy with their respective activities, until the atmosphere there was very crowded like a market.

Till...

There was a sound coming from the open door of the classroom, and a wooden ruler being smashed onto the blackboard.

"Hey-hey, you guys! Do you think you can still mess around when class starts? The bell has been ringing since then, quickly sit down!"

A woman with her hair left neatly tied and thick glasses came to enter the classroom. All the disciples knew, his name was Zeline Hallensa. Twenty-six-year-old teacher of mathematics.

"You are in the third row, your seat is turned fifteen degrees to the right! Your clothes! What's with your tie! Fix that! And you! I said don't put the bottle near the window! Concentrate on your studies!"

The students answered, "Y-yes, Miss. Zelines..."

As usual, before starting to teach Zeline pay attention to her students until everything is silent and quiet. All of the disciples were tense-faced because he was really very grumpy. Master super killer.

Ck, Maths Teacher is starting again.

So annoying.

The woman was really angry, maybe she was coming for the moon or something.

How can he get married if he's always angry like that.

All men must be scared to make.

I don't want to learn! Why doesn't he die saj──

A chalk landed right on the forehead of a student.

"Akh!"

"Shut up! Didn't I tell you not to talk in class!" zeline's tirade with explosive, his patience has gone up to the crown.

"But I'm not talking," the protested student was confused, swallowing the salivary for fear of the killer teacher.

Zeline raised her glasses with her index finger, "Know, what's the punishment?"

The student interrupted, no longer speaking. It's too scary to protest. He already understood once how the killer teacher cleverly gave the punishment that made the students kapok.

Frighteningly... Can a math teacher hear a thought? I won't curse it in my heart anymore, thought the student timidly.

Polished little lips pink lipstick smile thinly.

Have any of you ever thought about hearing your thoughts? If you have super abilities it will definitely feel cool because it can peek into everyone's head, know the replies, and know many other secrets.

Surely most people think of someone who can read minds beyond reason, considering the world lived in is a reality, not a world of imagination that can be created at will.

Weird, right?

But who would have thought, that Zeline really has the ability to hear the mind. He didn't have to stare at his interlocutors to find out their heart. All the contents of the head of the person within his reach, all the scorn, all the joy, all the hatred, all their willingness as if whispering in his ear.

At the same time, the thing that is considered extraordinary, Zeline seems ordinary and also often uncomfortable alone.

Why so? because Zeline can not only hear good thoughts, but can also hear bad thoughts. Who can hurt his heart.

So if you can hear someone's mind. You guys can know all the bad things too.

And Zeline was having trouble with that knowledge.

"Truly uncomfortable," Zeline murmured with a sigh.

Ding Dong

Not felt, the bell ending the lesson rang loudly. The time the students wait after struggling with a mathematical formula that makes dizziness.

"Well, let's end the lesson today. Please take a break" Zeline said before leaving class. He heard how happy the disciples were afterwards.

As she walked down the school corridor, Zeline thought about what made her students happy.

A boyfriend?

He's not interested.

The men he had met so far, all had something in common. So disgusting and enough to make goosebumps with all perverted thoughts. Don't be surprised if Zeline hasn't dated anyone in years.

The woman seemed to be walking on a fine line, because she only cared about her life.

Dugh. The sound of the shoulders and head was quite loud. Zeline accidentally bumped into someone for being too wrapped up in her thoughts. The books he was holding fell down.

Well, my head hurts. Did I hit the wall?

Zeline rubbed her painful forehead, then quickly looked up.

"I'm sorry."

Zeline froze that second as well. The first thing he saw was a fiery red bead that looked at him sharply, belonging to a tall young man with thick black hair.

"Damn it," the young man sizzled, then left.

Zeline was still speechless, her mouth agape because of what the young man had said. And increasingly surprised by the content of the mind he heard.

I need blood.

I want to drink blood.

Got to bite someone.

Zeline immediately turned to look at the young man, but was already nowhere to be seen anymore. He felt his hair bristling, his heart also racing faster.

"Who-who is he? What creepy thought was that?" muttered Zeline with a paled face.

Suddenly Zeline picked up her books that had fallen on the floor of the corridor, impulsively following the young man.

Despite the fear, Zeline ventured. He couldn't possibly let a dangerous person roam the school.

Hungrier. Bloods. Bloods.

Back to hearing the thought that made him creep. Zeline looked at the black-haired young man who was turning at the end of the corridor.

"...t-line!"

"Miss. Ziline!"

Zeline threw a glance at someone who called out to her. Steps ceased.

"I won't play cell phones anymore while studying. Give me back my phone, Miss," said a schoolgirl chasing Zeline to request a confiscated cell phone.

"I'll return your phone when your parents come, '" Zeline said.

Come on, this is not the time to deal with wayward students.

"Give me my phone!" the student raised her voice.

Forehead Zeline frowning. Facing a stubborn student does require patience. Patience is the key held by teachers.

"No. You know for yourself, don't you? To bring a cell phone to school is forbidden."

"But it's an expensive phone. What if my phone is broken or lost? You can't possibly replace it even with your salary!"

Fucking Math teacher. Who does he think he is?

However, there are times when a teacher is impatient with students who do not have manners.

Ok, forget the red-eyed youth, there is something more important now.

**

Today is Thursday, the weather looks bright.

Zeline entered the teacher room with shaky steps, and instantly resuscitated her back on the chair. I heard breath. Weary.

"You look tired" said a short-haired woman, a literary teacher of Zeline──Jenifer Miskha.

She is a classmate of Zeline's on campus. The two have been friends for years and are comrades in arms with similar academic ideals.

"There's no day I'm not tired" Zeline replied with a twinge of her nose, a bit dizzy.

"I thought it would be the best way to set the mood. You know, like dating?" jenifer said he was providing a solution.

Zeline sighed a second time, "It doesn't help at all."

Jenifer smiled and shook his head a few times, "You're wrong. How can you say no if you've never dated?"

Choose not to answer. Zeline rolled the eyeball. Come on, he's tired not because he needs a hug from a man. Bored, when everyone says he has to date.

Like I'd die if I didn't date, Zeline grumbled inwardly.

"Miss. Zeline, there's a new student in your class today. I saw him in the vice principal's room" said another teacher.

"Yes, before I was told," said Zeline as she pulled out her textbook, getting ready as soon as the bell would ring.

New students at the beginning of the second year? However, it has been two months since the new semester began. He would have a hard time getting along with the other students. Children tend to form groups. It seemed like Zeline had to pay more attention to the new disciple.

Knock Knock

The sound of the door being knocked interrupts. Then there was the heavy voice of a man from the direction of the entrance. Zeline has a bad feeling for something.

"Excuse me, is there a Miss. Zeline?"

And upon hearing his name being called, that bad premonition came to Zeline with a deep sense of reality. He got up from the chair and walked over to someone who came looking for him.

A tall young man wearing a summer school uniform is smiling. The young man had thick black hair, a small forehead, eyes that narrowed with a smile, a sharp nose, and thin, curved lips.

"I'm Athlas Aldridge, new student."

Both of Zeline's eyes popped.

He was, the red-eyed youth yesterday.

_To Be Continued_