“Robert, let go of him,” Alex said calmly.
“You just let a hunter into your house, brother,” Robert hissed, not taking his eyes away from Mr Ashfield.
“I know that. Just let him go.”
“Perhaps I should turn him into what he hates the most, let his friends hunt him down and put a stake in his heart. Yes? Shall we do that, teacher? Hm?”
“Robert,” Alex warned.
Robert dropped him and stepped back, watching the hunter’s every move.
“Why are you here?” Alex asked his teacher. “It wasn’t to drop off sheets and sheets of equations, because I did them all in the lesson yesterday. Why are you really here?”
He waited until Mr Ashfield wasn’t quite as purple. The man looked up at Alex, his eyes filled with fear and hate.
“I saw you leave. I thought it would be a good time to stake you. I thought you’d be alone.”
“How exactly did you intend to get close enough?” Robert asked, genuinely curious. “Have you ever actually killed a vampire before?”
The silence was a resounding ‘no’. Robert smiled and crouched down in front of the man that wanted to kill him. Robert ran the long, sharp nail of his thumb along both of the man’s cheeks like a knife through butter. Blood trickled out of the cuts. Mr Ashfield was touching his cheeks, horrified that a vampire had cut him.
“No. No. What have you done to me?” he asked.
“Now, you’re going to tell me exactly how many hunters are here.”
“Never,” he spat.
“Oh, well isn’t that a shame? Shall I feed you my blood then? Make you drink it? And who knows, maybe you’ll have a car accident on the way back. I wonder what would happen to you then...”
“No! Please... There are two others.”
“Miranda and Liam Perry.”
After a long silence, Robert murmured, “You’ve no idea how much I want to kill you right now.”
“W-why don’t you then?”
“I made a promise.” Robert looked at the man with cold, emotionless eyes, before turning into a raven and screeching in his face. Then he flew out of the still-open door.
“Get out,” Alex said, his voice menacingly low.
Mr Ashfield pulled himself up and sprinted out of the house. Within thirty seconds, his car was racing away.
Alex sighed and turned around, shutting the door. Beth was stood at the top of the stairs.
“Is he okay?” she asked quietly.
“He’ll be fine. He’ll rinse the cuts with boiling water and they’ll heal,” Alex replied.
“I wasn’t talking about Mr Ashfield...”
“Robert? Robert’s just angry. I made him promise not to kill anyone while he was here. He kills for fun, when he’s bored, when he’s annoyed, when someone gets in his way. He does it whenever he can. But he’ll never break his word; he’d rather die first.”
“How do you know?” Beth asked.
Alex hesitated. “History,” he said, not saying any more than that.