“I don’t see what such philosophical aspects have to do with our lesson.”

“I think our teacher is in her manga binge phase again.”

“You think so, last time was a nightmare, especially for those who failed her test.”

A vein throbbed in the teacher’s forehead while she listened the whisperings of her students. They hadn’t yet realized that they were caught and continued their murmurs much to her annoyance. She cracked her knuckles and turned around to face her students, making direct eye contact with the group that was whispering, and grinned menacingly. She picked up a ruler off her desk and approached the group with her left hand placed firmly on her hips.

“Don’t you kids have any capacity for deeper thinking beyond the bare minimum?” she asked while removing her glasses, placing them in her breast pocket, and slapping the nearest desk with her ruler, “I may be young but try to remember, I was a former investigator before becoming your teacher.”

The trio of students gulped and stared back at their teacher. They were too afraid of breaking eye contact, especially with her like this.

“Out of you lot, can anyone tell me why an investigator’s Sentry is one of the few items that can penetrate a vampire’s flesh?” she asked and slapped the desk again with her ruler, startling her targets.

The group of students looked between each other and tried to come up with an answer in the shortest time possible. Her intimidating glare made any attempt to offer an answer that they didn’t feel was right fall to the wayside. The longer they took to offer an answer the more she relished their scared faces. The rest of their peers couldn’t help but shake their heads at the stupidity of the group for sparking up their teacher knowing her past. None of them were going to interfere lest they become an additional target for her wrath. Only one student took it upon himself to gain everyone’s attention by scooting his chair backwards.

“Ma’am, are the theatrics all necessary? It’s a little overboard and to answer your question it’s because it is made of a special steel that is highly classified.” said the boy.

“*Sigh* I suppose, you three will get extra homework, you can direct any complaints to your nearest police officer if they find your bodies after I am done should you not do them or its late.” she said and walked back to her desk, “You are correct mister Cromwell, can you also tell me why to this day there is no human vampire hybrid children?”

“The genes are not fully compatible, so the chances of a healthy offspring are rare to almost impossible, hence, there have been no documented cases of such a union producing a living child.”

“Correct again Alexander.” she said and pointed to her whispering group, “You three, if you need help with the homework I am sure mister Alexander will gladly volunteer to help you, isn’t that right Alexander?”

“Why do I have….” Alexander said and stopped the moment he saw her eye brow twitch, “Yes ma’am.”

“Another note for your next test, even though vampires are capable of eating the same food as us, at the end of the day they need human blood to survive, this fact is why humans will always be hunted by them and we in turn hunt them.” she said.

“A question miss, since you were a slayer, isn’t it true that humans have committed terrible acts against vampires as well?” asked Alexander.

“That is indeed true, as I said, this discussion isn’t as black and white as many would prefer to assume, I believe your parents, my seniors, summed it up well, we hunt monsters no matter what side.” she said, “Three…two…one…class dismissed.”

Her words were followed by the sudden chiming of the school bell signaling the end of class directly on her mark. The entire class, except the three staying behind to receive their homework, left the classroom after giving her a bow. The school’s hallway soon became flooded by a deluge of students on their way to the cafeteria to grab their lunch. However, Alexander Cromwell, a young man of seventeen years, went in the opposite direction as his peers, instead of the loud cafeteria he was going to a quiet place, the rooftop, to eat but his first stop was the restrooms.

Inside the restroom he fixed not only his attire but also himself. He washed his hair first. It was long enough to run down to his shoulders and covered his left eye with its nightly color and smooth protection. He then splashed cold water on his face. It chilled his snow white cheeks and caramel eyes, ones that had bags under them because of how tired he was. He wasn’t the tallest person out there but he could handle himself nor was he the most muscular with his body being more toned than bulky.

Being born the youngest son of the Cromwell family constantly weighed down on him. The success of his parents created unwanted attention from his peers and instructors alike after it came to light that it was his parents that led the operation that came to be known as Nightfall. His mealtime had become too bothered by random people asking him questions while eating so he took to eating alone on the roof. It was an added bonus to his routine that outside was a beautiful day.