[Vampire, Brainwashing, Hypnosis]

Every school has its troublemakers. But there are some schools that have those that cause more trouble than anybody else. And in the case of this particular school, the ones that cause trouble became far too much for their teachers. Forcing them to quit or getting them into situations that required more than a suspension, this one class was a danger to everyone around them. And yet they couldn't get rid of them, because that would just unleash them upon the world.

But the principal was in luck. One young lady had the bright idea to invite a specialist to the school. Somebody that was known specifically for her skill in regards to handling problem children. With her help, it should be more than possible for them to end up learning everything that they should know, while still ending up well adjusted and proper members of society.

At least, that's what was the intent. And though the specialist assured the principal that she would do whatever it took to make sure that they all graduated with bright smiles and hearts that were properly prepared for the world they'd enter, the principal was naturally worried that she wouldn't be able to do what she promised.

A single look into her crimson eyes, and those worries slowly started to fade away...

---

"So, what's the big idea, Prez? It's not like you to go up by the desk. We got a new teacher to bully?"

Laughter echoed through the class as the troublesome students, a full class of girls filled with delinquent thoughts, all observed the single good-hearted girl in the class. The one thing trying to keep them all straight and narrow, despite the fact that they did everything to undermine her efforts. They didn't want to listen to somebody like her, why the hell should they listen to a prim and proper nerd like her?

The Class President, Gabriel, pushed her glasses up and brushed a hand through her carefully styled blonde drills. "Everyone. Please. Sit down and remain as quiet as possible. I want you all to behave yourselves, because we will be meeting our brand new teacher in a few minutes."

Gabriel's attempts to try and make her classmates calm down only caused them all to laugh even harder and with much more vigor. They were going to get fresh meat, why wouldn't they celebrate? It had been so long since they had somebody to toy with, somebody that they could make fun of and torment with all of the wacky ideas that they had in mind.

"Please. Just listen for once in your lives." Gabriel tried her best to appeal to them and make them behave. But it really didn't work. They ignored her like usual, causing her to just sigh and press her palm against her face. She couldn't believe that they would act... Okay, she could believe it, but she really hoped that they would behave this one time.

As the laughter continued, one of the students got up from her chair and quickly dashed right behind the Class President, before planting something incredibly obvious and puffy right on that chair that was meant for the new teacher. Before heading right back to her seat.

"Emily, what did you just put on her chair?" Gabriel asked, but she didn't get an answer. The class clown, the one that usually whipped everyone into a frenzy using her antics, couldn't hear her due to all the laughter around her.

Thankfully, Gabriel didn't need to try and get them all to calm down for much longer. Because the door leading out into the hallway and the rest of the school opened, letting a brand new lady into the classroom.

Silence took over as all the students got seated once more, looking at their brand new teacher. A woman whose outfit was a mixture of blacks and reds. A black suit with a crimson undershirt, as well as tender crimson hair that was tied into a very neat bun, while still covering part of her face as a few bangs had escaped the knot that kept her hair held up in the bun. Combine that with a set of red-rimmed glasses and a severely and almost intentionally short skirt, and she looked outright dangerous. Especially with those sharp scarlet heels that clicked through the room...

While her looks were definitely something that drew attention towards her, the way she immediately went over and drew the blinds down to avoid having the sun shine in, despite the fact that it was a bright summer day, was also quite curious. But not enough to make many of them really focus on it.

"Good morning, class." The new teacher said with a soft smile on her face. "I am Ms. Victoria. I will be teaching you everything that you need to know to eventually make it through life. And by the time you graduate from my class, I guarantee that you will be perfectly prepared for the rest of the world's challenges, and anything else that might come your way."

Nobody immediately showed her respect, except for Gabriel who respectfully bowed her head. And nobody could continue to show her respect, especially as she took a seat right on that chair-

*PRRRFFFFFFFFFFFT*

The loud sound of a fake fart echoed out, as Ms. Victoria planted her rear right on top of a fart cushion. And as soon as the sound went away, the laughter from the students started up once again. All of them laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of what had just happened.

"Looks like Teach's got a bad case of gas! Hahahahaa!" "Maybe she'll give us a brap next time! I bet she's the type to eat lots of spicy food!" "So you're saying we can just fart out in the open, huh, teach? Is that what you want to teach us? That's a great lesson!"

Ms. Victoria slowly narrowed her eyes as she pushed up her glasses. All while carefully examining the students that were roaring like mad. All of them were enjoying the stupidity of what had just happened, but not all of them were indulging in the joy as much as the rest...

And as soon as she saw the culprit relaxing with a grin on her face in the background, she couldn't help but smile. Yes, it was time to start. And she would be the first one. "Emily, if you would be so kind as to come here after class, I'd like to have a little chat with you."

She was sure that the clown could hear her. Because there was no way that somebody wouldn't, especially once the words left her tongue. Though most of the class chose to ignore her, she could practically see the sweat slowly running down the clown's face...

It had been some time since she had indulged herself. Hopefully this girl would be a tasty treat.

---

The early evening sun was trying its best to shine into the troublemakers' classroom, but the blinds were still blocking it from reaching all the way inside. Allowing only a small amount of the tender orange light to pour in while Ms. Victoria calmly waited while she sat behind her desk. Carefully waiting for the moment when the troubling student would arrive.

"You... Y-You asked me to be here, Teach. S-So..."

And right on cue, the clown arrived. Not only that, but a lot of her bravado seemed to be gone. Good, her eyes had done the trick. Of course, if she had turned up their power, then she would've been rendered unable to stop herself from dressing up like a proper student, but this would do for now.

"Take a seat, Emily. I'd like to have a little chat with you, regarding the pranks that you've pulled on me and my predecessors. As well as discuss your grade, since it seems to have slipped quite a lot since the last time you took a test." Ms. Victoria said, carefully pushing up her glasses to hide that one red eye behind the glare in her lenses...

Emily nodded. Even though she was a clown, her hair didn't exactly make her stand out. In fact, she was just a simple pig-tailed brunette, who wore her mandated uniform because there were no other options. The pranks that she pulled was her way of acting out, and the detailed accounts from all of the previous teachers only served to emphasize that.

Ms. Victoria's smile grew as she watched Emily take a seat in front of her desk, prompting her to stand up and slowly circle around it. "I had quite the enjoyable time reading through your records, Emily. But there's something that's been bothering me. Because as much as you've carried out such dangerous and perhaps unnerving pranks... You seem to have quite the fundamental grasp on all the subjects that you've been taught. Otherwise you wouldn't be able to pull off these pranks."

"I-I don't know about that, Teach. I-I don't study, I just listen and then forget everything 'cuz it's too boring." The pig-tailed girl trembled as she watched the crimson-haired woman get closer to her. Watched, and listened to the sound of her heels clicking against the ground...

"Too boring? Oh, that's not at all why you try to tune it out. I know what girls like you want, my dear Emily." Mc. Victoria's voice grew more intimate as she stopped right in front of Emily's desk, practically towering over the girl as she carefully caressed her own cheek. "You want somebody to be there for you. And despite the way that all of you act out, none of you have each others' backs. None of you want to be there for one another, because you don't want to give each other the chance to improve."

"N-No! T-That's not it at... at..." Emily tried to protest. She knew that it was wrong, the words that her teacher was saying. But something about looking into those eyes of hers, as she caught the slightest glimpse of one of them while they weren't blocked by her glasses, and it was like everything slowly drained from her heart. What was... What was she thinking and talking about, again..?

Ms. Victoria chuckled, as she very carefully took her glasses off and brushed her hair aside, allowing both of her eyes to glow a wonderful crimson red. An alluring, mesmerizing shade of red that completely pulled in the clown that was trying to resist. "It's the truth, Emily. You know that it couldn't be anything but the truth. You've known it for so long, haven't you?"

The more that Emily looked up into her teacher's eyes, the more it was like she was swirling into the very depths of her soul. It was like... She couldn't grip any of her thoughts, nor could she grip on or formulate a response. All that she could do was just silently and obediently nod, because that was the only thought that came to mind. She wanted to listen. She wanted to obey. She wanted... She wanted...

"That's it. That's the look I love." Ms. Victoria said as she brought her hands onto  Emily's cheeks while kneeling down to make sure that they were at eye level. Making it impossible for Emily to avoid looking directly into her eyes, and making it impossible to resist the pull that they had. "Just keep looking into my eyes. Keep sinking deeper and deeper. Bare your soul to me, Emily...

Emily's breathing grew faster and faster as she listened to that sweet voice. It was like honey. Luring her in with the promise of something that she should never get ahold of. Luring her in with the promise of making everything better. It was such a strong lure that she started to drool just a little, all while her eyes started to glow the exact same color. All while she panted and gasped, her mind very quickly losing control of itself...

"Good girl." Ms. Victoria said. Not that she needed to say anything at this point. Emily had completely and utterly given herself to her. All it took was a little tug with those eyes of hers, and she became completely and utterly submissive. Just as any human did, once they had been exposed to the influence of somebody like her...

She withdrew her hands for a moment before a faint red smoke formed at her fingertips, coalescing into a pair of matching spectacles like the pair she had just worn. And she slipped those straight onto Emily, allowing her to peer through the same sort of lenses that she did.

Emily... Couldn't truly see anything through them. Because they weren't meant to be used to complement and support one's vision. No, these were meant to be used to do nothing more than see straight into the teacher's soul. And what did she see?

Pure crimson. Nothing but a crimson swirl that pulled at her more and more. Now that she wore those glasses, her connection to the teacher would never break. She would always be able to see her teacher... And as a result, she would always feel the need to obey. The need to make her happy. She would do anything to make her happy. She would do anythin-

Emily's eyes widened. She felt a sensation spread through her neck. A painful, and yet unfathomably pleasurable sensation. And then the slow drain of her energy. Slowly but surely draining out through her neck as she felt like she was about to pass out. It was... It was...

Her eyes fluttered as the sensation faded, and the crimson soul that was keeping her entranced and placated glowed ever more. It was... It was her teacher's... No, it was her Mistress' soul. It was the soul that owned her. The bite into her neck served to form the contract that bound her as a vassal. As a loyal part of her growing harem. Her very existence was tied to her Mistress, and as long as she could make her happy... That was the one thing that she had to do to make her life have meaning...

Ms. Victoria smiled as she slowly pulled away, licking her fangs clean of the blood that had lingered on them. All while a rose had formed right where she had bit into Emily's neck. "You'll be a good student from now on, won't you, Emily?" She asked, with her voice booming through Emily's mind as if it was coming straight from that soul of hers...

There was nothing that Emily could do to resist her Mistress. All that she could do was softly nod, as a single pair of words sealed her fate...

"Yes, Mistress..."

---

The day after she had thoroughly seduced the clown to her side, she managed to strike fear into the hearts of all the delinquents that were hanging around in the class. Every single one of them were shocked to see how much Emily could clean up her act, and how she genuinely believed that they were meant to be gentle and genuine towards one another so that they might move on with their lives and get proper positions in the outside world.

Of course nobody took her seriously. But they were damned sure that they didn't want to mess with their teacher. If that was the kind of thing that she could do to somebody that had pranked her, then they knew that she was bad news. But unfortunately for them, Ms. Victoria did not care for what they had done. She had a goal, and it was one that the principal had permitted her to carry out.

One by one, she invited the young ladies in the class to meet her in the evening. And she gave them the exact same sort of treatment that she had given Emily. She let them gaze deep into her vampiric soul, and when they were at their weakest, she bound them to her service by sinking her fangs into their neck. Slowly turning the entire class from awful girls that didn't want to listen to the ones that were supposed to teach them the way through life, into obedient and studious girls that couldn't be happier studying their lives away.

It didn't go entirely smoothly. Sometimes she was forced to change a couple of girls during the day. There was a group of delinquents that outright tried to brandish knives in her direction, all because she had managed to turn their leader into one of her thralls the night before. All that she had to do to stop them and make them see reason was to take off her glasses, and their window into her soul did the rest. Of course, she had to send them home under the pretense of getting sick, but they showed up the day after with the same loyal outlook and the same stylish glasses that would keep them entranced.

And little by little, the entire class became nothing more than her thralls. All of that deviancy was stamped out. All of their individual dreams that caused problems with the teachers that they had, rendered pacified and transformed into something appropriate for the world that they'd enter into. And any and all toxic relationships mended and fixed, to the point where she even managed to make love sprout between two of the most hateful girls in the entire class. A sight that had also caused another entourage of girls to try and assault her before she pacified them.

This was why she was a specialist. As long as she was allowed to proceed without anybody to stop her, she would be able to completely and utterly pacify a chaotic environment. Sure, she took advantage of it by ultimately forcing the girls that she drained into loving her above all else, but that was a small price to pay for peace and quiet. And considering how all of these girls had terrorized the ones that tried to teach them the ways of life, it was ultimately completely justified.

And as she put the finishing touches on the last few girls, there was only one that remained. One girl that had outright skipped class several days in a row to try and avoid her. By the time she returned, she'd be greeted by so many good girls that hardly looked like the ones that she had befriended over the last few years.

Now, would this stray lamb be able to resist her, or would she fall under her influence as well..?

---

"The hell are you all doing!? Where's all the energy!?"

Suffice to say, that stray lamb was not pleased with what she saw on the morning of her first day in school after so long. The stray lamb, a black-haired girl by the name of Hilda, glared daggers at all the gentle-hearted girls that obediently wore their glasses and didn't cause any trouble.

Nobody even bothered to answer her. They just sat there and studied. They didn't all study the same thing, of course. They weren't drones. They were good girls that were still allowed to individualize. But they were studying, instead of causing trouble. And that was the thing that bothered Hilda above all else...

"Oi! OI!" Hilda shouted as she expected any of them to actually react. It was giving her the damn creeps, why the hell weren't they reacting?! What in the hell gave them the right to just brush her off and act like she wasn't there!? She was shouting at them, weren't they going to say anything!?

None of the good girls did anything. Not even as Hilda outright grabbed one of their tables and chucked it against the wall. They just kept on reading away at their study material. And the one that had been inconvenienced went over and sat at the desk after it had been propped up properly, ignoring that it made her face away from the front of the class.

Hilda could feel her veins popping. None of this was right. The hell had happened while she was stuck at home with a sucky fever? What the hell had she avoided? Was there some sort of evil spirit that had possessed them all and turned them into drones or something dumb like that?

"Please, Hilda." Well, at least somebody reacted to her. That somebody being Gabriel, who gently pushed up her own set of glasses. That distinctly didn't have the same red rim as all the others. "They're trying to study. Please just calm down and find your seat. Our teacher will be here soon."

Hilda didn't listen. In fact, she went right over and grabbed Gabriel by the collar, hoisting her up as the fire burned inside her eyes. "Since when the hell did you actually get your way, you dreary bitch!? What did you do to them!? Did you lobotomize them and turn them into boring idiots that do nothing except read all day?!"

"I didn't do anything to them." Gabriel said, before forcibly grabbing Hilda's wrists and prying herself free. "This was all our teacher's doing. She was the one to guide them onto the proper path. And I'm sure that you could do with that kind of guidance. It'll help you actually treat your fellow girl with respect and dignity. Instead of just lashing out like a rabid dog who can't accept that things have changed for the better."

"Shove it up your ass." Hilda grit her teeth as she spat right at Gabriel, who didn't even bother reacting to the bubbly liquid now slowly sliding down her face. "I don't care what you've done to Emily, or any of the others. The fact you and your crummy teacher did something's what pisses me off the most. You could've made them dress like they were sissies or wives, and I'd still be pissed!"

"Oho? So you'd rather see all of your friends madly in love? Why, I didn't peg the last remaining variable to be such a romantic."

Hilda felt an intense chill run down her spine as she heard that voice speak, and she very quickly whipped around to look at the crimson-haired woman standing in the doorway leading out into the rest of the school. That was their new teacher, wasn't it? What kind of asshole would hire a woman that looked like that to teach their class? She looked like she was about to walk straight out into a porn shoot or something, with how tight her outfit looked!

"Yeah, that's what I said! The hell did you do to them, you witch!?" Hilda cried out, clenching her fists tight. There was something stopping her from running straight towards the teacher, but she didn't know what. It certainly didn't stop her from hating her as much as humanly possible. If she could burst into flames from how much she hated her, the whole damn school would have turned into an inferno by now.

Ms. Victoria smiled as she walked to the front of the class, gently nodding towards her students. "Everyone, please remain calm while I deal with that delinquent. And then we can continue our planned lesson." She told them all a simple truth, before she turned her attention back towards the black-haired nuisance.

"Yes, Ms. Victoria."

Hilda's eyes widened as she heard them all speak at the same time. They were... Goddamnit, they had fallen under her spell or something, there's no way that they'd speak that synchronized unless they had been made to obey her somehow. Damnit, damnit, damnit!

"So, Hilda, is it? What might be ailing you, preventing you from being such a good girl that should be devoting herself to her studies?" Ms. Victoria asked, all while getting awfully close to the black-haired girl that was doing her very best to resist and fight back against her influence. "Trouble at home? Or perhaps you had a crush on a previous teacher keeping you from-"

In that single moment, her control shattered. Hilda's rage overpowered the power of her eyes, and a fist narrowly missed her face by a few millimeters. And for once since she took control of the class, the vampire felt fear rushing through her.

"You don't get to talk about her that way, you piece of shit!" Hilda cried out as she withdrew her fist, only to throw out another one that was properly aimed this time. She wasn't about to waste this momentum, she was going to make sure that she paid for trying to pry into her private life.

Or at least, that's what she was going to try and do. But there was just one problem with that. The drilled blonde behind her, who grabbed ahold of her arms and quickly pinned them behind her back using a frightening amount of strength. Strength that shouldn't be available to a human...

"Please behave yourself, Hilda. It's very rude to treat your teacher to a bout of violence. Not that she doesn't deserve it, but this is hardly the time to dish it out." Gabriel said, her voice as calm and collected as ever. And yet with the slightest hint of disappointment, especially as she gazed towards the vampire that had enthralled everyone else...

"Let go of me, you blonde bitch! Are you hers as well!? Huh!? Are you under her spell just like everyone else!?" Hilda struggled against the arms holding her back. Why the hell was the Class President so damned strong!? When the hell did she get the time to work out!?

Ms. Victoria nervously adjusted her glasses, all while her body visibly shivered. "W-Well. T-Thank you, Gabriel." She muttered, as she tried her very best to compose herself. It had been a long time since she felt this way. This close to being brought to her knees. "I hope I didn't trouble you too much, I didn't want to rely on you for help. Not after you gave me the chance to let loose and indulge myself."

"Gave her the chance?! You've known her!?" Hilda shouted, glaring over her shoulder as she still tried to pry her arms free. Just who in the hell was Gabriel at this point?! Had she always been a deep cover bitch or something?!

Gabriel sighed as she idly tossed Hilda forward, with Ms. Victoria just barely grabbing ahold of her in time. "I thought we talked about this, Victoria. I didn't hunt you down and let you live, just for you to spill the beans of our relationship." She said, as her eyes started glowing the gentlest gold that you could possibly imagine. "It does a disservice to my role as a Hunter, and it does a disservice to your lineage by admitting that you've been courting one that hunts your kind."

Victoria chuckled softly, especially as she tightened her grip on the rather troubling girl that she was currently holding captive. "Indeed, you're right. But I just can't help myself. Every time I mess up, you come to my rescue. Indeed, the very moment that we met, you saved me from elimination by my peers. I really must thank you, Vampire Hunter Gabriel. Only somebody like you could allow me to do what I do best."

To say that Hilda was furious would be an understatement. So all this time, the Class President had been a Vampire Hunter, and she willingly allowed a Vampire to claim their classmates as her thralls!? "You are sick beyond belief, Gabriel! And you think we're bad!?"

"Why do you think I ended up with you?" Gabriel said, adjusting her glasses ever slightly as to hide those golden eyes of hers. "I was put here not because of my behavior, but because of how I treated others. They knew that I couldn't be kept near others, because I would be a danger to them. And lo and behold, they were proven right. Granted, they never anticipated that it would be due to my relationship with a seductive vampire, rather than traits of sociopathy that they noticed during the yearly checkups that they performed."

"I'll kill-"

Hilda didn't get the chance to do anything to follow up on her threat. Not before Victoria grabbed ahold of her chin and forced her to look right up at her naked eyes. "Now now. As much as I love my dear Gabriel for saving me, I can't have you hurt her. Not after I've gone through all the trouble of helping her deal with all the students that caused her problems."

"Let... Let..." Hilda wanted to struggle against her teacher's grip. But she could see straight into that swirling crimson soul. It pulled at her. It made it impossible to fight back. And little by little, the fire and the fury inside her died down. Leaving her utterly limp in the arms of the woman that she wanted to destroy. Leaving her completely weak, with her eyes growing dim and weak...

And just as her guard had been lowered completely, Victoria sank her fangs into her neck. Draining her blood and making her eyes shine the same red color as all the other students. All while a rose formed on her neck, leaving her as yet another thrall that couldn't fight back against the teacher. Leaving her as a mere minion of somebody much greater...

Victoria let go of Hilda, who quietly went up to the teacher's desk and picked up a set of glasses and then went to sit down at her assigned seat. All while the teacher let out a soft laugh and looked towards her lover. "Well then. Are you satisfied, Gabriel? Did I do a good job?"

Gabriel's eyes shined from behind those glasses, and Victoria let out a soft moan. All while a golden glow poured through her clothes, right above her most intimate and private area. A sign that she had been claimed by the Vampire Hunter, and her reward for doing a good job...

The Vampire Hunter smiled and took her own seat, before looking to her teacher. "Let's start the lesson, shall we, Ms. Victoria?" She chimed, putting on a much more positive and tender tone now that everyone was as obedient as Good Girls should be.

Ms. Victoria giggled a little herself, before taking her seat at the front of the class. And with a few tender words, she sealed the fate of her thralls.

"Now, everyone. Please close your books, and place your hands between your thighs..."