"Let me suck you off."

Her enormous red eyes stares deep into my soul. "I'm so kind that you don't have to move. Let me do and have it all for myself."

Sigh.

Now you might think this differently than I am of what's going on right now. If you had to put up with her for this last week, you'd know that she has this, weird thing for making her sentence sounds in a unique way.

Nevertheless, the 'let me sucks you off.' I don't think she meant anything... inappropriate.

"Hey, hello?" 

The room doesn't have any kind of electrical lights and she prefers it that way. Fortunately enough, we have candles to help illuminate the dark around us, barely giving the light I see gloomy and mysterious. Now, this won't much of a nuisance if not for the fact, the candle sometimes--

"Hey! Are you listening?" She slams her white small hands on the dark table, creating waves of air around and putting one of the candle off. 

--Can do that.

Biting her lips and sneaking her sharp fang out, the girl watches, "What do I have to do to get your ears marry to my voice?" Her eyes set on my hands. "Aha!" 

I've been ignoring her while setting up the chess pieces on its board for a while now. Now that she realizes this, she leans forward over the table, pick up a piece, and put the white knight in the board's heart. Her lips curve in victory as if saying 'I helped!'

Well, despite being the one who messed up the table because she's bored before this.

(⋋°̧̧̧ω°̧̧̧⋌) "There, you owe me." she says, loud as ever, "I redeem it for the act of sucking. Or maybe you prefer if I use the word drain you. Draining is a good choice of word! And tonight, if possible, because I really need some right now."

I… okay. This may sound so wrong to many people out there, you know? How can you make that worse, anyway?

Rarely do I talk with her but sometimes I can't help but to correct her nonsense. "You know, you should really think of your word choices next time. And also, the knight is not supposed to be in there."

I'm a teacher after all.

She stomps her feet on the floor as she watches my neck. "Heaven with the knight. My word choices were and are amazing!"

I put the knight back in its position nicely.

Realizing I'm not responding, her pale cheek colors up. She floats up from the couch, her thigh makes scissor. Her chin up looking down at me. I give her no reaction whatsoever. "You--" She looks like she has a lot to say but then gives up. Her petite body falls back on the mattress, making her long silver hair bouncing. "Fine. If this is about how I say things, then I'll ask nicely," she points her long nail at me, "I'm hungry. Feed me your blood."

And most of the time, I only say one simple word to her, "No."

The girl who has the body of a middle-schooler yet is ten times my age grunts, "But I ask nicely!"

"We have a different interpretation of the word nice." Letting her suck—er, drain my blood will kill me for sure. That's not nice. Not at all.

Her thin arms wrap around the gothic dress. "Fine, another time then." Then she goes back to taking a nap. With how loud every time she speaks, I wouldn't be surprised if she is asleep now.

With the room becomes quiet again, I can peacefully close my eyes and recall how I got into this mess.

How many days has this been? Five. Day five being a homeroom teacher of the Occult Clubroom, which, apparently, ruled by one of the scariest creature ever walk on the earth. A vampire—the queen, at that.

I glance up at the ceiling, which has already been swallowed by the dark. Is this normal for any other 'human' teacher? Probably not. Maybe this is all right because I didn't come from this world too. Of course, I'm human, but not like them, not like those around me everyday I walk pass the school hallway. But I was an Exorcist. Different kind of human in charge of being a warrior to protect this world from fangs of hell. But as now I'd like to think myself as a normal human.

Now that's a lot to take in, I guess. Long story short, I was a soldier and decided to live a quiet life.

At least, that what I've thought I can do since coming here to the middle world.

The vampire queen turns her face to me. Her eyes closed, but her mouth is wide open. Two fangs glowing. I've heard of her kind before and it's not a bedtime children stories. Vampire is a creature of chaos, an enemy of peace.

It was my fault. I released her from the coffin, 'accidentally.' Here I am, trying to fix what I've done.

"Mnmn… man-who-opens-chaos. You and me… going to rule over the world… You and me… will fulfill… the prophecy." What she was mumbling summarized most of my current situation now. 

Being the guy who released her, the prophecy described me as 'a human who helps drag the world into collapses' and 'the right hand of the oppressor.'

And that girl is the prophesied, 'Dracula who changes the world.' It's best to keep in mind she's the Count Dracula's daughter and she's stuck in this room. I made it so, with just a tiny cross hanging around the knob's door.

In nutshell, I am watching over a very dangerous girl.

If it's to keep this world save than I guess I can do it. Hopefully I don't have to be anything more again than just as a teacher. I don't really care about 'any' world personally but if it's here that someone I care live in, I can't let it be destroyed... easily.

The time passes more until the bell rings, meaning the club's period has ended. It'd make me feel better to just stay here forever and make sure my mistake don't erupted. But I have a little sister at home and she's expecting me.

So I stand up, lifting my bag. The vampire pops her eyes open and sits up as she stares at me, rubbing her eyes.

"Wh—Where are you going?"

"Home."

"But this is your home!"

I turn around to the door.

"Wa—Wait, I'm still hungry!"

"I don't have food for you."

"You're carrying a lot!"

I look at my arm. "I do?"

"Yes, you do. Share with me, you must! Sharing-is-caring as my father once said."

Wow, the Count Dracula said that? Pretty odd for the idol of evil and strength to say that.

"Let's make one thing clear, Queen Of Dracula." I say, "I don't care for you."

She chuckles, "Liar! You're the man-who-opens-chaos, you love me!"

I wave my hand as in denying. "If you're that hungry, eat the mosquitoes."

"H—Hey!"

She gets out from the couch and runs after me, "You know, I've been haveing a mind puzzle since the day I met you! Which side are you on?"

The prophecy... said that I'm in yours.

"As right now, my sisters."

I left the room and when she tries to do the same, the cross under the knob glows and a red barrier appears, pushing back the vampire's forehead to the room.

"Urg," says the vampire, sitting on the floor. Her watery red eyes were on me. "One day for sure, I'll make you princess carry me."

There was no falling star in the red sky but a swirling feeling inside my heart that I want to do just that.

I shake my head and lock the door with a sigh. How did I get to this mess again?