Evangeline A.K. McDowell sat, deep in thought. She wondered what Nagi Springfield would think of her if he could see her now.
Around the young-appearing vampire lay the bodies of every single one of her classmates.
Negi had run off. Whether he had feared her, she didn't know. In all honestly, she thought that the murders would bring him back. His blood was the blood she desired, not these students. Only his, after all, could unlock the curse she had been saddled with.
Yet their deaths had failed to draw back the ten year-old teacher. She was disappointed in him, the son of the Thousand Master.
Worse, she was disappointed in herself. Was this... guilt?
"Master," a voice came. Evangeline turned to see Chachamaru, her robotic partner. "The principal and some others are here. I detect high power readings from all of them."
"It's to be expected," Evangeline muttered, looking over at the body of the dean's granddaughter.
"Shall we flee?" Chachamaru inquired.
"Where to?" Evangeline asked. "There is no fleeing for me. Perhaps for you, though."
"I cannot leave your side, master."
Evangeline sighed. "Then, shall we face them together?"
The door burst open. Gunshots and magic shots alike rained down upon the two.
So there they lay. Evangeline wondered, once more, what Nagi would think of her now.
And so the two, one robotic and one undead, died. Partners in life and partners in death.
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A three-minute writing project.