Can I Kill You?
Part 5.5 - Hate Vampires
Remember why I attacked Karen that day?
I don't find the answer, no matter what I do. It feels the same as scratching an itchy hair. I immediately wanted to pounce on him just as soon as he was about to enter the classroom.
The girl who was covered in mud and rained with the girl who looked the role model of one school. A good mix to be used as exclusive news at this school. Karen thought her friends would help her catch me when I grabbed her hair. Too bad, the guess was wrong.
No one dared to help even though I had hit him in the face many times. The same horrified look was thrown at us. I continued to attack him nonstop, already like hitting a lifeless samsak. It feels so good.
My punch stopped when Fynn held me with both hands. My eyes seemed to refocus from a completely blur-like view of the raining stroller glass.
Karen's blue eyes let out tears of fear.
“Please... i.. asshole..”
Karen fell unconscious, and my gaze revolved around the classmate.
There was no applause.
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“So... During this time you are a victim?” The teacher's white beard irritated me when it went up and down. “But, well, how.. Even though you're the king's son, well..”
Sitting in a sofa room and served dry cakes does not make things sweet. This person in front of me is a counseling teacher who should be in charge of taking care of a troubled child like Karen. Since he was fainting, I, who should have been the victim was completely sacrificed to make a report in the counseling room with this rotten teacher.
Fynn's coming with me, either because I might feel guilty about me, I don't know. No, I don't want to know anymore.
“But, Sir. Barbie has nothing wrong! Really, I saw for myself due to their actions yesterday, Barbie really made battered—”
“Nak Fynn, whatever you say, if Barbie doesn't want to talk, it's already.” A cigarette smeared on his gray lips. Smoke billowed in one room, making me sick.
Strange taste has been coming to me ever since I woke up from the woods. I have to take everything, I want to kill everything I see.
Unknowingly, my hand was about to pull out one of the counseling teacher's hairs. Good thing Fynn held my hand. His eyes are the same as mine. Equally surprised.
The counselling teacher got away. “Truly troublemaker boy. Write your report after this. I'll respond or not, depending on your writing.”
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We both walked down the aisle after finishing writing the report. Silence enveloped our steps. Fynn seemed uncomfortable with this silence, ripping the silence with questions.
“What happened to you, Barbie?”
I scratched my neck that wasn't itchy. A strange awkward feeling. “I feel... I had to kill him earlier.”
“No can do that!” Fynn held onto my shoulder, holding it tight as if I was about to collapse. “Listen, yes, Barbie. I know you are strong. But your power is not used for that!”
“Then, what should I use for?”
Fynn's green eyes lit up. I've never seen him like that. Looks just as attractive as the violet eyes of the person I met during the rain. I was drowning in his eyes. “Use to kill vampires. Hate vampires. Then, can, right?”
“Hating vampires..” my deuteronomy. “Hate vampires.”
“True. Hate vampires. Not human. You can Barbie. We hated them a long time ago, okay?”
A smile rises on my lips. Without me noticing, I was already chuckling while holding my head. He's correct. Where's that feeling all this time? Why would I kill Karen if I could kill them?
“You're right. I hate vampires. Killing them.. Not a bad idea.”