"How exactly do two men do it?"

Steve jerked his head forward, coughing because he choked on his orange juice. He brought his hand to cover his nose, the other reaching for the tissue in the middle of the table. Still coughing, he wiped off his nose and lips.

"H-huh?" I looked at him in confusion of what to do. "Did I say something funny?"

"You just asked me 'how exactly do two men do it'." My face heated up all the way to my ear and I waved my hand, to toss away the question that I unconsciously said out loud.

"Yuck, Steve. You spat on me!" Evra exclaimed, taking a tissue to wipe his wet uniform. The silver-haired boy regained his posture and began laughing at Evra. After his laughter ceased, he looked at me intensely.

"You wanna know how?" With my index finger, I pull my collar, looking away in embarrassment. The next second, Steve had his hands on my shoulder, slowly gliding down to my back. What happened next was just flabbergasting. "You put it. . . here." He whispered in a low voice, rubbing my butt.

I squealed loudly, grabbing everyone's attention. Those who were fast enough to turn their heads to us were able to see Steve groping my butt and they just burst into laughter. Some of the teachers tried to figure out what was happening but they were too late to get into the fun. "What the hell, Steve?"

"You asked for it," He shrugged, clearly bemused by everyone's expression. "Don't look at me like that. You don't even know this basic one. I mean, you can't have sex while looking at wiki. Do you know that male can't get pregnant?" He asked playfully.

"Don't mock me," I snorted, sitting back on the chair to continue eating my breakfast. "Even my little brother would know that."

Steve turned his head to look at me. "Oh, you have a brother? What's his name? Hey, if you're attending this school, there will be more possibility that they'll invite your bro too!"

I waved my hand at him to show my disagreement. "His name's Darius and no, he's totally normal. I can't make up a reason why they would take him here." Steve nodded, still gulping what left of his orange juice. I took my last bite of the omelette on the plate before I realised that most students inside the dining hall had left. Four of us hurried out of the place, taking our books with us.

Fifteen students walked toward the science laboratory. Yesterday, Mr Ver Leth promised us that we are allowed to go and use the lab and that was exactly why we were lining up neatly in front. The science teacher popped up, telling us the do's and the dont's inside the lab before we were finally allowed to come inside.

"What's with the long sigh, Darren?" Evra nudged me while putting on his safety goggles. "Not too fond of science labs?"

"I hate the smell," I groaned in annoyance. The typical smell of labs is disgusting for me. The snake boy slid the wooden drawer beside him open to retrieve something that was on my nose the next second. "Evra!" I nudged him with my arm, taking off the pincer that he put.

"Settle down, please," Mr Ver Leth glared at us. "Now, students, I would like you to form a group of three." I eyed Evra and he eyed me. Both of us looked at Sam and he looked us and at Steve. Steve looked at Sam before he looked at us and then he looked at the other two students, Tommy and Alan. He shot us a thumb up, retreating into the other group. I kind of feel guilty ditching him like that. But Sam told me that he was actually very close to both guys before I came.

"I'll get the chemicals," Sam said, running off to the front. Evra stretched his body before he bent down, retrieving the beakers and measuring cylinders as well as stirrers and Bunsen burner.

Halfway through the experiment, I was trying hard to concentrate with my trembling hands, being careful not to overdo the measure. Evra was a few metres beside me, washing the unneeded stuffs up while Sam was recording the experiment result. "Hey is it true that you and Mr Crepsley are going out?"

"Sam!" I snapped, looking at him with red face before I realised that it was stupid of me to lose control. I over-poured the perchloric acid. "Ah. . ." I moved back when I saw it bubbling furiously.

"Darren, get away!" Mr Ver Leth's voice echoed, taking everyone's attention. However, before I could even move a step, an explosion blossomed and I screamed my agony. The chatter was overflowing in the class. The science teacher ran to me as fast as a vampire could. He reached for my slowly melting goggles, throwing it down on the floor before he draped me on his shoulder and stormed off the class, being careful not to run overly fast and blow his cover in front of the students.

It hurts. . .

The overwhelming pain was striking the left side of my face. As much as I wanted to touch it, I couldn't. I didn't wish to feel what had become of my face. Moaning continuously, I could feel the soft feeling of bed on my back.

"Glalda, call either Kurda or Gannen now!" The science teacher ordered. Faintly, I could hear the massive amount of shifting noise.

"Gannen, come to the infirmary now! And no, I don't care what the heck you're doing. Leave your stupid room and get your ass over here in one second!" He said, as fast as lightning. I moaned again and again and I can now feel tears falling on my cheek. But, it stung a lot so I tried my best not to cry.

"Hey, boy, hold on there!" The voice screamed at me. In the next moment, the burning feeling of having some liquid being poured on my face was anguishing. I screamed on top of my lung, trying to claw my face. However, it was being held firmly on the bed. My feet were thrashing around wildly, messing with the bed sheet. The pain lasted for at least a minute, a minute of true agony before it finally ceased, leaving me panting heavily on the bed.

"Don't open your eyes, Darren," Gannen whispered, wiping my face very gently. "Good thing you called me so soon, Glalda. The injury could have been worse if you didn't."

"Nah," He said. "This boy already knew that we're group of vampires and vampanezes so it kind of helps. We can flit over here without bothering to think twice."

"Why do you know. . . that I know?" I tried speaking as clear as I could but thanks to my throat, I could only croak. Gannen poured warm water into my mouth and I gulped it.

"Larten told us. It would've been wrong if he didn't. Matter like this should be discussed."

"So. . . the meeting yesterday was to. . ."

"Yes," He answered firmly, cutting me off before I could even finish my sentence. "The dormitory principal came here on his own and held a meeting about whether or not we should get rid of you."

"Stop being so damn straightforward," Gannen slapped his back. "Well, you see, Darren. Most of the teachers wanted you to leave. However, Mr Crepsley, Mr Purl and Kurda got your back. They insisted that you should be freed from this all as it was only an accident that you found out about the secret."

"What surprised me the most was that Mr Crepsley defended you so hastily. Usually, he was the first to agree to dispose of the students that trespassed on the secret."

"Darren!" The door banged open at once, forcing me to flutter my eyelids open. I winced as the pain struck me again. "Are you alright?"

"No," I managed to smile thinly.

"Go ahead," Glalda said casually, pointing at me. "Spit on him."

"You idiot," Gannen pushed him playfully. "Don't make it awkward."

The head teacher walked beside me, leaning close to observe my burn marks. Both Glalda and Gannen backed off, closing the room by sliding the curtain. "Just what other foolish thing have you done, Master Shan? Have you ever gotten enough of me worrying over you?" He licked his index finger before slowly spread his saliva on my face. I could almost hear the dissolving sound it made. "It will not leave any unpleasant mark. However, it will need some time before you fully recover."

"Ah," I shook, almost bursting into tears. "Thank you." I croaked. Mr Crepsley straightened his body, running his hand through my hair. When he turned his back, I tugged his red cloak. Would you grant my selfish request? "Stay here,"

He smiled at me while reaching the chair nearby, dragging it closer and he sat down. "If you that is your wish,"

I sat up and I grinned when he was about to help me. "I'm not hurt anymore, Mr Crepsley. I can sit up myself."

"Darren," He started. "Stay here for the whole day. We do not want to let other students see how your face barely has any wound."

"And you'll be with me here?"

"I am afraid that I-" He paused when I made the puppy face. Then, he coughed. "Glalda," He announced. "Can you possibly cover my lesson for group two and three today?"

"Alright, alright," The spiky teacher grunted, walking off the office, followed by Gannen, leaving me and Mr Crepsley alone together.

"I never saw him around before."

"Glalda is a sport teacher, specially assigned for group three and four. As you know, Vanez is the one who is teaching group one and your group, two, sport. Out of his teaching period, he usually sits in the infirmary, reporting serious injuries to Kurda or Gannen."

"Hmm. . ." I responded in understanding. "Sorry to make you stay, Mr Crepsley."

"It is fine,"

"Is it hard, to say it's, instead of it is?" I finally asked. It has been weeks since I wanted to ask this but I hadn't got the perfect timing to.

"It is only my habit." He answered. "Darren, you should sleep in my room today." After hearing that, I swore, I choked on my spit. Mr Crepsley's face reddened and he frantically said, "No! Not like that! I just think that there will be quite a number of students trying to see you after that incident. So, we should play it safe."

"Ah," I sighed in relief. "You almost gave me a heart attack there."

"We probably should be going now, before the class ended."

Both of us walked silently on the corridor, with such an awkward silence happening. We stopped by my room so I could take my books and clothes with me. After that, we proceeded to Mr Crepsley's room, which apparently is located inside his office. Just on the corner, if we turn left, his room will be there.

The door was opened and my jaw dropped. That room was far more luxurious and wider than any other that I've seen. "This is so unnecessarily spacious," I mumbled, still admiring the place. I heard Mr Crepsley shut the door and it clicked. It was locked. My body turned very cold when I imagined what possibility lied ahead.

"Nobody will come here so you do not have to worry."

I'm worried even more, thank you. I glanced at the clock which was pointing at ten past. First period must be over a few minutes ago. Taking off my jacket, I hung it on the nearest clothes hanger. However, I required a few more centimetres before I can reach it. So, I just threw it up and with luck, it landed neatly. When I turned my back to face the head-teacher, he was sucking his twitching lips as an effort not to be rude and laugh at me. I shot him an annoyed look but instead of stopping, he walked off, biting his lower lips in amusement.

I excused myself into the bathroom to get changed from my school uniform into my usual clothing, T-shirt and jeans. When I came back, Mr Crepsley was sitting idly on the king-sized bed, eyes drilling to the flat-screen TV on the wall. He looked at me and on the bed. Indirectly telling me to sit beside him. Blushing slightly, I sat on the bed, bouncing a bit.

"Wait, so, you don't sleep in a coffin?" I asked with stutter on my words.

"I do," He retorted. "But I keep my coffin hidden underneath this bed." Out of curiosity, I looked at the long bed sheet before I pulled it up a bit, leaning closer to see a glittering black coffin. I shivered a bit before putting the sheet back again, sitting up, and eyes to the TV.

My feet were under the bed cover, accidentally nudging Mr Crepsley's once in a while. When we did, we both would withdraw our feet and looked away for a second in embarrassment. Gathering every last drop of my courage, I finally asked him, "W-why do you like me?"

The orange-haired teacher was frozen on spot before he finally managed to answer me back. "I do not understand why." My heart pounded like crazy and I pressed my back on the soft pillow. Suddenly, it slid sideways, and before I could fall to Mr Crepsley's lap, I used my elbow to block the sudden drop. He looked at me and I looked at him. We paused.

"You look way paler from a closer view, Mr Crepsley."

"I told you I have not been feeding."

"Why not?" Before he had the chance to answer my question, I cut him off. "Please answer me honestly."

I could feel his cold hand on mine but I tried my hardest to ignore it. Mr Crepsley stared into my eyes before he gulped. "Because I like you." I frowned because I can't seem to make sense of his answer. "You already know my real identity. I am a vampire. I suck blood. Of course this fact will bother you. And I think that if I do not drink anymore. . ."

I took a deep breath and clicked my tongue. "You're so . . . stupid. What, so you prefer me watching you die slowly?"

"N-no," The head teacher curled his lips.

"So, drink," I said, pulling my t-shirt's neck, exposing my shoulder. "The fact that you're a vampire bothers me. But you gradually dying bother me even more." Both of us blushed.

"Are you sure?" I looked away, nodding lightly. He caressed my neck gently and I gulped. Then, he nipped my skin with his sharp nails, making me wince at the stinging pain. Mr Crepsley licked the trail of blood on his finger in a rather seductive way, for me. After he finished, he leaned in to lick the cut on my neck. Involuntarily, I let out a moan. My hands were clutching the bed sheet and now I can feel his fingers slipped between the gaps on mine.

"Hahn. . ." I parted my lips when he lightly bit my neck, careful not to draw any blood before he ran his smart tongue over my skin again. When he finally stopped, I lost my strength and I dropped my head, blushing furiously.

We both then remained silent for who knows how long.


The Y effect: Nah, it's all good x3

Sakura: NoOOOOOOOO he's not cheating on Darren *shot*

- : Yeah, next chapter or two is probably the end...

Deirdre: Ahah =DDD