Speculation

Finding a roll of paper towels... under Ms Franklin's desk. You managed to wipe away all of Rose's juices from the floor, before throwing them behind your back, each wad landing perfectly in the small metal trashcan behind you.

Your eyes, however... Were too curious for their own good. They trailed around ms Franklins desk, inquisitive and suspicious. Since day one, that woman had displayed again and again, that she was most definitely not, Human. And yet, you stood thinking the better of going through... what you suspected she was's things.

"Curious little thing aren't you?"

"AH!" Wiping around, you hid a claw behind your back, ready to draw your blood and Lugh with it. Because standing, right there, having avoided your ungodly senses... was Ms Franklin.

Tall, blonde, with a hand on the hip of her black slacks, her brilliant pale-blonde hair tied into a long braid, which was inturned, twined into a spiral bun. She smiled as You backed away, looking at her cautiously.

Ms Franklin sniffed at the air, lapping her tongue with her lips as if to taste the air. She smiled deeply after a moment or two, before waltzing calmly over to her desk "Having fun were we, Charlie? hmmm, how did you know that my class is unattended? have you been spying on my a wonder... hmmm, no I would have seen you, smelt you, hell I could taste you from a mile away."

You remained cautious, keeping your distance "I just ducked in here to talk to a student miss Franklin..." He whispered.

Francheska grinned eerily "Just like how you snuck into Miss Murphy's car this morning... to talk?"

"With all due respect, I don't see how that is your business." A daring response, and yet, The History teacher only chuckled softly. Casting her eyes, the colour of crashing waves over you.

"It's not. however, bringing students into my class to have a little... Frisky-time is my business as Your teacher." Her tone became serious for a moment "I know your type, you just do whatever you want, strutting around in your masks, swinging around those undead weapons of yours, carefree and unmanaged. But there are rules here... hunter."

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You frowned deeply "And what persay are these rules?"

"Well there are little, I admit, most of it is just common sense, for example, like spreading your influence where it isn't welcome. Or gathering followers on neutral ground." Miss Franklin's voice deepened into a low growl, her eyes fixed on yours as she bared her white teeth in a snarl "And now, you bring one of your Ilk, into my place of power." She drew closer, eyes more furious, face tighter and angrier, but you stood your ground, ready to fight if need be. But the History teacher, stared you down, her smooth palms clenching tight "Stay out of my territory."

She warned darkly.

But to this, you merely smiled "I'm not afraid of you."

Ms franklin paused... and the relaxed, smiling again "Neither should you be. It is one of those Rules that none shall harm each other on neutral ground. Especially when it isn't Us who holds ownership."

"Us?" He asked.

She smiled "I suggest that You head off to the library before Ms Kaz misses you, Mr Drake. And ponder on how narrow your vision, really is. Have yourself a good morning Charlie, I suspect that you will receive much more clarity, from somebody a lot wiser than I, very very soon."

You hated leaving on mysterious notes like that, but what choice did you have? Ms Francheska Franklin was more than what she appeared to be, that was for sure... but of her origins, you could only speculate.