before? Ah, he forgot. He wasn’t allowed to.
Suddenly, Loki forgot he was a vampire hunter. The hell with going back home, this feels so good. This kissing thing was awesome. It didn’t really feel like true love, but it felt pleasant. He found himself giving in to Pippi and kissing her back, closing his eyes.
After she pulled away, he had a dreamy smile on his face, neglecting the stinky smell of brooms. He felt as if tiny lovebirds tweeted all around his head.
Happily, he opened his eyes, and that was when something crazy happened.
Pippi Luvbug, the quirky redhead wasn’t herself anymore. She had simply turned into a red eyed, pale skinned, vampire with fangs and yellow eyes. Something crawled under her skin, and Loki thought wherever it was looked like tiny eels.
“Welcome to hell, Loki,” she said in an awful voice that reminded him of croaking frogs again.
What have I done? I messed up again.
The storage room was too narrow, and there wasn’t enough time for Loki to reach for the stake from his backpack. He was about to get bitten by a vampire. One thing that crossed his mind was that he really didn’t want to die in school. What an awful place to die.
Suddenly, the door sprung open and light shone through. It was Charmwill Glimmer. He pulled Loki back and staked Pippi mercilessly in the chest, almost pinning her to the wall. Shocked, her body kept wriggling for a while before she gave in and died.
“Wait for me in my office,” Charmwill said. “I will take care of the body.”
Running back to the office, Loki thought about how crazy it would look like if someone saw Charmwill killing Pippi. Maybe they would think of him as a sadistic, mad teacher who kills his students. Most of the town’s people were looking for the person who murdered their children at parties, and if anyone saw him it wouldn’t look good. Loki entered the office and waited for Charmwill. He just hoped he wouldn’t be furious with him.
“I am sorry, sir,” Loki said once Charmwill burst into the room and locked it from the inside.
“I don’t think that I taught you to spend your life apologizing,” Charmwill said as his Book of Beautiful Lies turned back into Pickwick the Parrot.
“I am Pickwick,” the parrot said to Loki. “And I am mute.”
“I’m Loki,” Loki patted Pickwick. “And I am hopeless.”
Charmwill eyed Loki for a moment, but he didn’t comment. “I assume you killed your thirty-eighth vampire yesterday,” he said.
“No, sir,” Loki lowered his head a little. “I failed.”
“And what was it this time? Did Donnie Cricketkiller kill the vampire first?” Charmwill inquired, leaning back at his desk.
“He did, eventually. But that wasn’t why I failed,” Loki shrugged. “The vampire had a squirrel taped over its heart, and I wanted to save the squirrel.”
“Saved the squirrel, huh,” Charmwill lit up his pipe, staring out his window.
Sometimes, Loki didn’t understand Charmwill. He wished he could read his mind. Had Charmwill become accustomed to Loki’s failure at killing vampires?
“Hmm…” Loki broke the silence. “I wanted to tell you something strange that happened to me yesterday.”
“Oh?” Charmwill still stared out the window.
“This girl, Lucy Rumpelstein, who hired me to kill the vampire, had someone from her town call me in the middle of the hunt and offer me a full year of schooling, free of charge if I kill a hundred year old vampire in their town.”
“Go on,” Charmwill puffed more smoke. It smelled really good, but Loki never dared ask what it was. “Sounds like a good job offer.”
“The thing is the vampire is a—“Loki said, “a girl.”
Pickwick flew away from Loki’s shoulder to Charmwill’s, as if it sensed Loki’s weakness.
“I just saved you from a demon girl,” Charmwill said. “She’s been sitting in class next to you for a week. She’s been playing games with you, and you couldn’t figure out that she was a vampire. You
Suddenly, Loki forgot he was a vampire hunter. The hell with going back home, this feels so good. This kissing thing was awesome. It didn’t really feel like true love, but it felt pleasant. He found himself giving in to Pippi and kissing her back, closing his eyes.
After she pulled away, he had a dreamy smile on his face, neglecting the stinky smell of brooms. He felt as if tiny lovebirds tweeted all around his head.
Happily, he opened his eyes, and that was when something crazy happened.
Pippi Luvbug, the quirky redhead wasn’t herself anymore. She had simply turned into a red eyed, pale skinned, vampire with fangs and yellow eyes. Something crawled under her skin, and Loki thought wherever it was looked like tiny eels.
“Welcome to hell, Loki,” she said in an awful voice that reminded him of croaking frogs again.
What have I done? I messed up again.
The storage room was too narrow, and there wasn’t enough time for Loki to reach for the stake from his backpack. He was about to get bitten by a vampire. One thing that crossed his mind was that he really didn’t want to die in school. What an awful place to die.
Suddenly, the door sprung open and light shone through. It was Charmwill Glimmer. He pulled Loki back and staked Pippi mercilessly in the chest, almost pinning her to the wall. Shocked, her body kept wriggling for a while before she gave in and died.
“Wait for me in my office,” Charmwill said. “I will take care of the body.”
Running back to the office, Loki thought about how crazy it would look like if someone saw Charmwill killing Pippi. Maybe they would think of him as a sadistic, mad teacher who kills his students. Most of the town’s people were looking for the person who murdered their children at parties, and if anyone saw him it wouldn’t look good. Loki entered the office and waited for Charmwill. He just hoped he wouldn’t be furious with him.
“I am sorry, sir,” Loki said once Charmwill burst into the room and locked it from the inside.
“I don’t think that I taught you to spend your life apologizing,” Charmwill said as his Book of Beautiful Lies turned back into Pickwick the Parrot.
“I am Pickwick,” the parrot said to Loki. “And I am mute.”
“I’m Loki,” Loki patted Pickwick. “And I am hopeless.”
Charmwill eyed Loki for a moment, but he didn’t comment. “I assume you killed your thirty-eighth vampire yesterday,” he said.
“No, sir,” Loki lowered his head a little. “I failed.”
“And what was it this time? Did Donnie Cricketkiller kill the vampire first?” Charmwill inquired, leaning back at his desk.
“He did, eventually. But that wasn’t why I failed,” Loki shrugged. “The vampire had a squirrel taped over its heart, and I wanted to save the squirrel.”
“Saved the squirrel, huh,” Charmwill lit up his pipe, staring out his window.
Sometimes, Loki didn’t understand Charmwill. He wished he could read his mind. Had Charmwill become accustomed to Loki’s failure at killing vampires?
“Hmm…” Loki broke the silence. “I wanted to tell you something strange that happened to me yesterday.”
“Oh?” Charmwill still stared out the window.
“This girl, Lucy Rumpelstein, who hired me to kill the vampire, had someone from her town call me in the middle of the hunt and offer me a full year of schooling, free of charge if I kill a hundred year old vampire in their town.”
“Go on,” Charmwill puffed more smoke. It smelled really good, but Loki never dared ask what it was. “Sounds like a good job offer.”
“The thing is the vampire is a—“Loki said, “a girl.”
Pickwick flew away from Loki’s shoulder to Charmwill’s, as if it sensed Loki’s weakness.
“I just saved you from a demon girl,” Charmwill said. “She’s been sitting in class next to you for a week. She’s been playing games with you, and you couldn’t figure out that she was a vampire. You
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