(I can't wait for her to warm up to him, either! They'll be so cute together!)
Cress stood from her chair, dropping her sketchbook on the table. She smelled blood. She didn't know why she could, but she wasn't really paying attention to why she could. An instinct in her told her that she needed to go do… something. And she knew, after many years of experience, that she should listen to that instinct. It had saved her life, and others', many times.
Hurrying from the room, she slipped a small knife into her sleeve as she did so. She came to some lockers, and spotted a pool of blood. She turned her head from side to side, looking closely around. Who did the blood belong to? She bet down, dipping her finger in it, to look closer at it, and her lip curled. The blood was darker than a normal humans. It was the vampire's. She didn't have to help him, because it was clear that he needed it.
But she should. It was the job of the Slayers to protect people. She sighed and straightened, moving toward the noise of yelling, until she came to the boys' bathroom. She hesitated, before hearing the noises of the conversation inside.
"Oh what happened here? Or are you trying to look cool?" She recognized the voice, and scowled.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." That was the vampire. His tone was dangerous.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and leaned in the doorway. She hid a wince at the vampire's appearance, and composed herself, making her face amused, and yet annoyed. "Seriously," she said, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame. "You could do that in a more private place. I could hear you from the hall. And you should really clean up the evidence." She gestured to the blood on the floor. "Someone could find out how much you've been bullying people." She smiled sweetly, yet dangerously.