The threat was not something she enjoyed having thrown at her. Typically it just pissed her off. The snide remarks weren't helpful either, but she was still just coming down from a decent mood; therefore, she simply slammed her locker door a bit harder than she meant to causing it to bend inwards a bit. She tended to forget about her vampire strength since she was still not used to it, but at the moment she didn't care.
She looked him in the eyes now trying to hold herself back from doing what she actually wanted to do. "Look you fucking prick," she hissed feeling her fangs growing as her anger built up, "I can't help how I was raised, and to be honest if I was raised by other members of my family I wouldn't have even given your brother or you the chance to speak before cutting off your heads. I accept that I may have been taught wrong, so back the fuck off." She may not have had any weapons, but she would rip this little shit's head off with her bare hands if he wanted to persist in this threat. She had nothing to lose. Her parents were gone and she had helped kill them. Most of the rest of her family would likely kill her on sight just for being what she was now. The girl she loved helped turn her and was now god knows where, and she was having trouble controlling her desire for human blood. If she died while ripping this demon's head off she didn't care.