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Violet stands at her back door, moonlight glowing across her glasses. The house is quiet, but the woods are alive.
Violet:
“I hear them sometimes. Students out here at night, daring each other to wander into the forest.”
She steps outside, letting the moonlight hit her face, a faint shimmer of fur crossing her skin.
“I should warn them. I should tell them the woods aren’t kind after dark. But…” She smiles faintly, her voice soft but sharp. “Lessons are better learned the hard way.”
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Violet’s kitchen smells of garlic and rosemary, warm light spilling from the windows into the quiet night. She hums softly to herself, an old tune, as her hands move quickly over the chopping board.
“Mm,” she says aloud, her voice warm and lilting with her Australian accent, “students think I live at the university, never step foot in a kitchen. Truth is, I love this part of the night — when the City’s quiet, when it’s just me and the food and the sound of the knife.”
She glances toward the window, smiling faintly.
“Lessons should be serious, of course. I don’t take nonsense in my classroom. But here, I don’t have to be Professor Vertime. Here I can just be Violet, cooking a roast, singing badly, burning the bread sometimes.” She laughs softly, shaking her head.
She stirs the pot, the steam rising like mist.
“Tomorrow I’ll be back in front of them all, glasses on, voice sharp, ready to teach. But tonight…” She plates the meal and leans against the counter. “Tonight I get to just be human.”
The gates of Hell City University groan behind her, ivy crawling up the iron bars like veins. Students linger in the courtyard, whispering, laughing — too loud for the hour, too careless for the City.
Violet pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, her voice smooth, sweet, touched with her lilting Australian accent:
“Ah, there it is again… that sound. The sound of children who think the night can’t hear them. You laugh because you think laughter makes you safe. But the City listens. It always listens. And if you’re not careful, it’ll laugh back.”
The students go quiet, but she doesn’t stop. Her words fall like silk, sharp beneath the softness.
“You think my class is boring? You think my lessons are a waste of time? I teach biology, yes — bodies, blood, the little secrets that keep you alive. But I also teach discipline. I teach survival. Without me, you’re just meat waiting to rot in the gutter. And trust me, the City’s gutters are already full.”
One of the boys snickers nervously, trying to hold on to his bravado. Violet’s smile widens just enough to unsettle.
“Go on, laugh if you want. It won’t bother me. But mark my words — if you waste my time again, you’ll remember my lessons. You’ll remember me. And you’ll wish you’d listened.”
The night air chills around her. No one laughs now. No one speaks. Violet adjusts her glasses once more, her green eyes catching the moonlight.
“Class dismissed.”
The biology classroom sleeps, but Violet does not. She walks the edge of the Vampire Woods, her glasses catching the silver light of the moon. Her hair flows like raven wings, her smile warm but hiding sharpness.
A howl cuts the night. She closes her eyes, her own voice answering low and soft, the sound shaking the trees.
She whispers to herself, almost tender:
“Sweetness has teeth. Kindness has claws. And when they touch my children, they’ll learn just how sharp a mother can be.”
Her form flickers in the moonlight — human, wolf, human again. The City will never tame her.
The lecture hall glows under pale lights. Students sit wide-eyed as Violet writes on the board, her green eyes glinting behind her glasses. Her voice, soft and warm with an Australian lilt, carries over the rows.
Violet smiles gently, her words flowing like honey:
“Biology is the study of life… and life is fragile. Protect it. Nurture it. Or I’ll tear apart anyone who dares touch my pups.”
Her sweetness lingers in the air — but the warning beneath it is sharp as fangs.
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