Bab 24: Twenty-four

We retreated back into the confines of the classroom, where an air of tension hung thick between me and the teacher, prompting her to initiate a conversation. Suspicion crept into my gaze as I stared at her, harboring a complete lack of trust for the individual standing before me.

Curiosity piqued, I inquired, "What do you want to talk to me about?" My words dripped with skepticism, a direct reflection of the utter lack of confidence I held in her.

A smirk played upon the teacher's lips as she took a step closer, her next words casting an eerie revelation into the atmosphere, "Well, I think you've seen through my magic, so you know I'm a demon, don't you?"

Instinctively, I stepped back, maintaining a wary distance, fully aware of the potential dangers that lurked within the proximity of this enigmatic figure. "But what do you want?" I questioned, the wariness evident in my tone.

"You're scared, but you're also a demon, or at least half-demon, isn't that right?" she declared, her demeanor shifting to a more serious tone. Her eyes bore into mine as if she could unravel my very essence like an open book.

Attempting to deflect, I asserted, "No, I'm not a demon," a feeble attempt to bluff my way through the conversation. However, my denial was met with hearty laughter.

"If you'd told me that a few weeks ago, I'd have believed you, because your magic hides your appearance really well. But I've been watching you for a while now," she revealed, retrieving a set of photos from her desk drawer.

The images showcased me, but oddly, they obscured my face, capturing moments where I was seemingly engaged in the act of dispatching nobles. "I was intrigued, you know, how so many noble men died without the culprit ever being found," she continued, tossing the photos in front of me.

Her confession unfolded further as she revealed her involvement in my life, having lent a helping hand to my former teacher upon his retirement. "So what are you going to do?" I challenged, unyielding and devoid of fear.

The teacher dismissed my bravado, asserting, "As far as I'm concerned, you have absolutely no self-control, and you'll do no good." With that, she took a seat, emphasizing her judgment.

Feigning ignorance, I countered, "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

"Last night, even though you probably don't remember anything, you found a young woman and drank all her blood. You killed her," she stated with a menacing smile, laying bare the grim reality of my actions.

The revelation hit me like a tidal wave, the memory of the previous night shrouded in darkness, a void in my recollection. "You seem to be aware of what happened last night, so let me give you some advice," she offered, rising from her seat and gesturing for me to follow.

"Why should I trust you?" I questioned, maintaining my ground. Yet, before I could resist further, the teacher closed the distance with alarming speed, wielding a knife with precision. A swift motion resulted in a slight cut on my cheek, a deliberate display of restraint on her part.

"If I wanted to, I'd have killed you a long time ago, but I'm interested in you. So, follow me without making a fuss now," she concluded, her ominous words lingering in the air as she headed towards the door, leaving me with a choice I was compelled to make.

I followed her, I didn't really have a choice and I had no idea what to expect, as she had proved to me she could kill me if she wanted to.

Even though it was lunchtime, it was forbidden to go outside the school during that hour. I watched the teacher walking ahead without any fear when after at least ten minutes we arrived in a remote part of the town.

I had taken the time to observe the road and had spotted a park and 3 large villas. I held back the road in case I had to run away.

We finally stopped in front of what I would call a brothel. I was supposed to be 13 but what was this teacher thinking, taking me to a place like this, the teacher turned to me with a sly smile.

"Change your appearance into something older, please," she said, as if I could do that.

"I don't know how to do that," I said, crossing my arms, "and what have you brought me into this for? "

"To change your appearance, you just have to do what you did when you hid your red eyes and your canines, that's all, and then the rest you'll see when we get inside," she finished by saying.

I used my magic as I did to hide my eyes and canines and I imagined myself older, then I saw the look on the teacher's face, a little surprised but impressed at the same time.

"Well done, you're progressing really quickly, it's perfect now you're in" she said as she opened the door.

I was shocked when I saw what was going on here, there were at least thirty demons hanging out with humans without a fight and then there was even a demon who was drinking blood directly from a human who seemed to be enjoying it.

We headed for the bar and once we were seated a barman approached us to take our order, I suppose.

"It's been a while since you've been here, Julie," said the barman, then the professor smiled.

"I've got responsibilities now but for me it'll be a glass of type O blood and for the person I'm with I'd like the same" said the professor then the barman went to get our order.

"Here you're free to do what you like," said the professor, then I looked at her suspiciously.

"Don't worry, the humans here are willing and can even offer you incredible sexual experiences," said the professor, laughing.

"I'm only 13, this kind of thing doesn't interest me at all," I said, blushing a little. Well, physically I'm 13, but if you count my old life, I'd normally be around 23.

The barman returned with the two glasses of blood and put them on the table.

"You won't have to pay Julie, we owes you a lot so it's on the house," said the barman before being called away.

"Aaliyah, drink your drink and then as soon as you need blood you can come here," said the teacher before drinking the entire contents of her glass.

"Given that I don't have much choice," I said before taking a sip, I was expecting it to be disgusting but in the end it was pretty good. I drank the whole glass easily and then the teacher looked at me and laughed.

"Well, now it's time to go back to school, we've hung around long enough and what happened today is a secret understood," said the teacher, winking at me.

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