It's been a week since I ran away from Ms. Duval, a week since she'd walked into my class. Even Isadora wasn't coming to class.
I'd been tempted to go to her apartment in the past days, but I'd also been very afraid. The image of what she'd turned to—I was even more afraid to call her a monster—was still burned into my brain.
No matter how many times Charlotte asked why I'd run into the dorm screaming that day, I never answered. Ms. Duval's secret wasn't mine to tell.
In the original story I'd made her a blood sucking vampire, one that was addicted to Mary's blood. But when I'd mentioned it after reincarnating here, she had denied it. And I guess I hadn't really thought much about it then. But in the end, she really was a vampire.
I moved through the day half conscious of what I was doing. There was no lingering ghost, no vampire teacher, and no—Isadora suddenly walked past me and I had to blink severally to make sure my mind hadn't just conjured her.
