The class went great, Anthony was thrilled by any moment of it. Sure, it wasn't his first time teaching, but he always loved the first classes, they were the greatest, so were the last ones, they were exciting for him. To see what he began with and what he finished with, the students, they were... Like a project for him, and he never failed his project. There was never not even one student to fail in his class. Why? Because he wasn't teaching, he was telling the story of his past life
As the class went by, he had noticed how Pale and nervous the late student became. So he figured who his teacher was. Wonderful, Anthony even knew his last name obviously. This town only had the Holzmans family who were vampires in it, no stray vampires like himself. There was order, and now, he was ruining this order. The only thought of him bringing chaos brought a small smirk on his face as he saw how the color of the poor, young vampire change from pale to even paler.
All of the students left and only Holzman stayed, leaving him and Anthony alone in class. The professor prefered to not react, he wanted to see what the boy will do, he wanted to give him the first oppurtunity to preform, after all it wasn't a fair fight otherwise.
He had herd the student coming closer to him, in cautious moves. In a blink of an eye, Anthony disappeared, re-appearing behind Alex, grabbing to his wrist.
"Is that a wooden pen?"
Anthony asked, garbbing the pen from Alex's grip breaking it to pieces with his fist. He sighed and spred the wooden shreds to the floor. Please Holzman, invest a little. You really think a small thing like that could actually hurt me? Jeez even if you'd stick it in my heart I won't die. Really, have your parents havent taught you a thing?"
Anthony asked in an amused tone, he was really having fun from this little sharade the young Holzman preformed. "Well I guess I must give you some credit for trying at least".
He sighed and shook his head in disappointment. Anthony then let go of the kid and walked around him to face him. He put his finger under the kid's chin and raised his face to face him."You know for a Holzman you're pretty good lookin'."
He smirked. Boy did he loved to tease.
Anthony then let go of him and took back his place beside the table."You may leave, but I'd suggest you to wash your hair a little, those poor bunnies probablly didn't know what struck them, how could you kill those furry little cute creatures anwyay? "
He sighed and frowned. Anthony could recognize the scent of bunnies from one single reason. They were his only weakness. He was sincerly sad about the bunnies. Every ince he was young Anthiny's favorite pet were bunnies.