The girls willing to accept or at least give the new coach a chance glared at Sibella, before they can say anything Miss Grimwood spoke up.
"Girls, I don't want to hear any of it. Mr. Van Helsing gave us the condition we had to meet, it must be unanimous." As she stamped her foot on the floor.
"But Ms. G. Sibella isn't even giving him a chance." Phanty complained.
"And she shouldn't have to, the Van Helsings began as vampire hunters, and have been responsible for the slayings of more vampires than all other factors, sunlight, accidents, infighting and other monsters, combined." Grimwood explained. "I'm certain that Sibella has lost family to that clan and doesn't want to."
"My mother." The young vampiress spoke up.
"What was that dearie?" everyone's focus on the purple skinned beauty.
"The Van Helsings, killed my mother." Sibella choked up. Remembering the screaming and fighting, "When I was seven, they broke into Castle Dracula and there was a massive fight, people on both sides died. My mother." Tears formed in her eyes, "she died to protect me."
"I, I can't." she felt to her knees, "It's too much, please I can't."
"Bella, is that true?" Winnie crawled up to her best friend. The young woman nodded through her sobs. Winnie pulled Sibella into a tight hug, whimpering for her. "Ok, I understand, being around him would remind you of what you lost."
"Ohhhh, I hate when people cry it always makes me cry," Phanty floats over to her friends, she may not have a history with the Van Helsing family like the rest of her friends, but she cares very deeply being an emotionally charged being.
Elsa picks up the two solid girls and sits on the couch with them, Phanty floating back to join them. Tanis looks between her friends and the door.
"Tanis," Miss Grimwood calls for her attention. "I know it's not fair to the young man, and that he had nothing to do with what caused your friend's pain. However, he put you girls' feelings before his own and didn't want to cause trouble." She tried to convey to the much younger girl whose
"But didn't he say how he stopped his parents from coming and attacking the school?" the mummy girl asked.
"That he did, but considering Sibella's age, it's entirely likely that his parents were part of the group of people who attacked and ultimately led to the death of Mrs. Dracula." Ms. Grimwood explained. Tanis had no response to that information, this was a very confusing situation for the young girl.
I quickly packed up the belongings in my room and as quietly as possible walked down the steps into the garage. I throw the suitcases into the trunk and look into the corner, a pair of eyes are watching me.
"Sorry Matches, it's not going to work out," I say as the dog shake it's head in a disapproving manner. "Yeah, they seem like really nice girls, but I make them too nervous and I don't want to cause any trouble. So it's been decided that I'll leave instead."
Matches just stares are me as I step into the drivers seat. "Be a good guard dog and look out for them since I won't be here to." The garage door opens slowly as do the gate and drawbridge.
I turn over the engine and carefully drive down the path leaving the schools grounds.
"I need a drink," I say to myself. "Fuck."
The girls are comforting Sibella when the floorboards creak under the weight of a body entering the room. Ms. Grimwood half expecting Stevan to have come back in, was only slightly surprised to see her dragon Matches.
The dragon had some cloth in it's mouth. "Matches what do you have there?"
The dragon emits growls and snarls when Ms. Grimwood inspects what he puts in her hand.
"Mr. Van Helsing dropped a shirt on the way out?" she asks the dragon who nods in response.
Matches going over to provide comfort to the girls as well.
"I'm sure he won't miss something like this, it's just a" the witch continues, before being cut off.
"No." Sibella says wiping her eyes. "It's an excuse for him to come back. I, I'll fly down and take it too him, he can't have gotten so far that I couldn't catch up." She breaks free of the hugs from her friends, and grabs the article of clothing in her hand before transforming into a bat and flying out the window.
I hadn't gotten very far into town, as without speeding down the winding mountain trail the drive is much longer. Just after entering Little Town I pull off to the side of the road and get out of the car. The twelve hour drive back to Chicago is going to suck either way, so why not have a drink before getting started.
As I reach the trunk I hear another vehicle come to halt next to me, considering I don't know anybody around here, I expect this to be either a good Samaritan thinking I had broken down or someone who recognized me from the previous night. And I'm not a believer in the kindness of strangers.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here gentlemen?" The grating southern accent of the guy from last night, Martin or Jason or something. "Seems the freak boy came out of the freak school during the normal people time. Thought you all melted in the daylight."
I pull my head out of the trunk to see not just the guy from the previous encounter, but three others with him. After the morning I had, I'm not in the mood for people. "Well that would be the first thought you ever had, but unfortunately for you it's wrong." I take stock of the people with him and I'm not impressed.
The guy spits on the ground at my feet, "Now listen here monster," he steps up and waggles his finger in my face and it takes a lot of self-control to not just break it right now. "Ain't no sheriff come around and save your hide like last time and there's four of us and one of you."
I brush his hand out of my face, "I don't care if there's four hundred of you," I dismiss the additional help he brought, "You and your boyfriends couldn't take me in a fight, if I was drunk with my pants down. But if you want to try, you can find me in your bedroom, fucking your wives, which I assume are also your sisters, cousins and daughters." I am a huge asshole when I'm irritated with people.
Before the Trailer Trash Boys can say another word a large purple bat carrying what looks like one of my shirts lands next to me and in a hazy flash of light, changes into the vampire girl I had caused problems for earlier.
She extends out the shirt without looking me in the eye, "Here, you left this." I gingerly take the cloth from her outstretched hand.
"Um thanks, I guess I dropped one or something." I rub the back of my neck, this would be awkward enough without the four yokels staring slack-jawed at her.
"V-v-v-vampire!" One of the mooks shrieks.
Sibella now seeming to acknowledge the present company. "I'm sorry, I'll go now. You seem to be busy." I see her take a step back before the lead redneck shouts back to her.
"Now wait just a minute missy, you think more of you freaks can just come into our town and stroll around like you own the place. No, you and your freak boyfriend over there are gonna get whats coming to ya." He and the goons spread out a bit. I guess I'm fighting.
"Sibella, get in my car and wait there, I'll drive you back up after I kick these guys asses." I instruct the young lady.
"What, no there's no need to fight. We're leaving." she protests, disagreeing with my orders.
"Too late for that, you all been in the hills planning to kill us normal folk and the government just letting you be." The lead mook, Mason, that's his name, I remember, pulls a boot knife out.
The vampiress eyes the armed man nervously. "Sibella I swore to Miss Grimwood that I would keep you girls safe, so get. In. my. Car."
"But Ms. Grimwood said not to get into fights with the." before she screamed as Mason lunged at her with his knife.
He's quick, for an overweight man, guess his job keeps him more physically active, but he's clearly never been in a real fight, because you don't take your eyes off your opponent.
I catch his wrist in my left hand stopping it inches from the frightened girl's face. A fraction of a second later my elbow buries itself into his trachea, he starts to choke on his own blood as I swing my left leg while pulling him towards me, he is easily tossed to the ground and ignored, he'll spend a few days on a respirator recovering in the hospital so long as he stays on his side to keep from aspirating on his own blood.
The second guy tackles me at the waist, and tries to lift, like he's some linebacker, he might have been, he won't be after I reach over and grab his hips. Picking him up off the ground before dropping to a knee piledriving him into the ground, I hear a sickening crunch as he braced his fall with his arms, sounds like 6 weeks of casts before the bones heal.
The third guy kept a pistol next to his lower back in his pants. A terribly stupid location to keep a firearm, a good way to blow your own asscheek off. Which is what I make him do, one bullet pierces straight down the seat of his pants through his left buttock and he's howling more than a pack of wolves.
I turn to the last guy who starts to nervously back away from me, as I step over his friends, "So I took out three of you in less than ten seconds, do you want to be number four?" I wait for him to nod or shake his head, he wisely chooses the latter.
"So here's what's going to happen," as I grip his shoulder tightly, "You are going to take your buddies to the local hospital, keeping him" as I gesture to Mason, "On his side so he doesn't drown in his own blood. And then you tell Sheriff Hoss how you and your friends tried to kill an unarmed teenage girl and paid the price for it. Understand?" I make sure to stand at my full height, which is only a half a head or so taller than this guy, but enough that I'm blocking the morning sun with my body.
He nervously nods his head, and I pat him on the cheek, "Good man, now I have a lovely young girl to take back to school and a headmistress to throw my ass in front of for letting it get this far."
I see that in the time it took for the fight to start and end, Sibella still hadn't moved. So I walk over to the passenger door and open it. "Young lady, if you would please kindly get in the car so that I may take you home?"
She moves quickly to get into the passenger seat and I quietly shut the door. Before moving around the back and shutting the trunk, "No beer for me I guess." I see the dropped shirt on the ground, and I pick it up to put in the backseat, she did come all this way just to deliver it to me, would be rude to just toss it after that. I put my ass in the driver seat and notice that Sibella is pressing herself against the car door.
"You'll need to put on your seatbelt," I inform her. "It's the law, click it or ticket." I watch as she struggles to pull the belt across her body. I reach out my hand which she focuses on. "May I?" it would be much faster if I get her buckled in seeing as it looks like she's never been in a car before. I wait for her to nod, before I gently pull the restrainer across her body, taking care not to touch her, before the click of the locking mechanism engages.
I do the same for myself and turn on the engine again and gently drive the car away from the carnage I had caused it's a silent ten minute trip as I see in the corner of my eye the woman glancing at me, when I pull up to the gate it opens quickly and I drive up to the front door.
I reach down to unbuckle the girl who then quickly pulls the door handle and runs up the steps of the house to disappear inside. "Well I better inform Ms. G. what happened before I go in case the locals for a mob or something."
I head to the door and knock, since I no longer work there, it would be presumptive of me to just walk in. Miss Grimwood comes out of the kitchen and I see behind her as the other girls run up the stairs chasing their friend.
"Stevan? You came back." She seemed excited.
"Sorta, there was an incident." I take a few minutes to nervously explain what had happened just down the road.
"So you protected one of my students, even if you caused tremendous harm to the people of the town. I thank you that you would keep your end of the deal even now that you are no longer their teacher." she bows slightly to me.
"I just wanted to let you know so that if someone comes looking for trouble it doesn't catch you by surprise." I step off the porch. I wave goodbye to the kind woman who seems sad to see me go, "I got a long drive back to Chicago, so I should head out now, maybe I'll be back before midnight."
"How are you going to be our gym teacher from all the way over there?" I hear the voice of the lovely vampire behind me.
"Really you want me to be your coach?" I ask incredulously.
"You said you would protect us and you did, even when you weren't our teacher. I think," she scrunches her face thinking hard. "I think I can give that a try at least."
I for some reason find this all to humorous and am having trouble standing up from laughter, "You, heh, you were so afraid of me earlier. Aha, but after, after I nearly killed three people. That's what buys your confidence in me?" I wipe a stray tear from my eye.
"Well, you don't have to make fun of me for it." she grumbles.
"No it's fine, I just wanted to make sure you knew how crazy that sounded." I see the girls have piled up by the door and are awaiting my answer. "I guess you have your new gym teacher."
The girls cheered that they had managed to keep a coach, "Thank you Mr. um Van He-helsing." Sibella nervously rubbed her arm.
I approach her slowly, "If the name is too hard for you to say, just call me Stevan, that might make it easier for you."
"Thank you St-Stevan," As she turns her head to hide her obvious blush.
"Anytime."
Author's Notes: It's a fight.
I hope it was sufficiently brutal.
If not there will be more later.
Not a lot to talk about, let me know what you think.