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She was amazing in her power class, showing off without meaning to and making the others in that room look like weak little monkeys performing for praise. I couldn’t help wanting to be closer to her, even though it meant that I had to fly a little higher above the wire than I’m used to. It was worth it though; she actually took note of me. Saw me in all my glory. Just a shame I can’t let her know how much she’s come to mean to me over these few weeks.
Doesn’t mean I’m not going to try to gain her attention though. I turn suddenly, making a girl behind me stumble, but she’s of no consequence. The only person who matters to me isher. I need to know more about her and I have the chance right now.
She’s only a few people ahead of me as we enter the music room. Her tight little skirt rides up a bit with each step she takes, showing me a glimpse of her perky little ass as she moves further into the room and plonks herself down on a stool near the baby grand. She’s entrancing with how little she cares for others' opinions of her. Without waiting for the Instructor, she lets her fingers dance across the keyboard, playing a melody that’s both haunting and soothing all at the same time. I close my eyes and lean my back against the nearest wall, listening intently as she plays with my heart strings with every note and teases me incessantly with each strike of the keys.
I’m falling hard and I don’t even know her all that well. Not that this is normal for me. I usually shun everyone, preferring my own company to that of others but this woman has more power in her little finger than most Vampires have in their entire soul. I can feel the pull she has to others but more than that I can feel the allure she releases daring me to break all my own rules and take her for my own.
I want… no, Ineedher more than I’ve ever needed anything. I will make herminebefore the end of this year. I’m a patient man, usually.
The Instructor finally calls the class to attention and I let my hooded eyes stray from my woman, taking note of every other fucking asshole in this class who dares to look her way. They’ve all earned themselves a meeting with my fists for daring to look at what is mine.
One particular fucker leans right over her, getting in her face as he tries to flirt with her. To my enjoyment, she shoots him down faster than I can move across the room. I cock my head to the side, listening to her lyrical voice, “Yeah, not interested in some fuckboy who can’t even be bothered to introduce himself before offering to fuck her into oblivion.” He grabs her arm as she gets up and begins walking away from the piano. “I’m no fuckboy. I’m all in when I meet the woman of my dreams.” His words have me wanting to smack him around until he takes them back but I remain where I am. She can’t ever see that side of me.
She yanks her arm out of his grasp and turns her back on him, calling out, “You’re not even worth the time it would take to reject you. So Pathetic.” He’s frozen in place, staring after her as I memorise his face for later when the opportunity presents itself to me. He won’t ever touch her again. I’ll make sure of that.
The Music Instructor goes on about the merits of music throughout history, droning on and on when all I want to do is get the opportunity to talk to my woman. Finally she tells us all we need to pair up and work on our theory but before I can get to my woman, another man steps into her space, holding his hand out to her. I don’t even bother listening to his name or his pathetic attempts to flirt with her, all of my focus is on my woman and how she smiles a genuine smile at the fucker who’s just invited himself over to her place to “work” on the assignment.
With my heart in my throat, I quickly pull out a pen and paper, ignoring the girl who’s smiling beside me like a crazy bitch.
Don’t let anyone touch what is mine again!
I don’t bother signing my name, she’ll know who it’s from soon enough. With quick movements, I cross the room, dropping the note into her bag before breezing past her and returning back to my seat with a handful of music notation sheets as though they were the sole purpose of me getting out of my chair. The dumb bitch who’s apparently my partner for this assignment says something and I frown having only caught a few words, “What?” I snap.
“We’re supposed to be working on showing how much we know about the history of music and giving examples of songs that have influenced modern music.” Even her voice is irritating me, she’s nothing like my girl; her hair is the kind of yellow that clearly comes from a bottle, her shirt is designed to expose as much cleavage as possible without her falling out of her top. Even her skirt is wrong, it’s like she doesn’t know her own size. I swear the skirt is about two sizes too small and makes the flesh on her hips roll like blubber struggling to maintain its shape.
It takes everything in me to keep my eyes from rolling to the ceiling. I could correct the dumb bitch and explain everything the assignment actually includes, but for my girl’s sake, I hold myself in check. I want to make the best possible impression on my girl.
Throughout the next two hours, I keep my eyes on my girl and ignore the dumb bitch beside me. She’s been trying everything she can to get my attention, even lowered her top a few inches at one point, but I’ve only got eyes formy Alissa.I smile at the thought of finally learning her name. The music instructor called for volunteers to assist with maintaining the instruments that we use in the class and asked her name when she volunteered. I was tempted to volunteer as well, but four other guys beat me to the punch.
The music instructor finally calls time and I follow Alissa to the campus gym. Not once do I take my eyes off her, not even when some asshole bumps his shoulder into mine as we both go through the door at the same time. I snarl a fuck off at him as I push my way through, determined not to lose sight of my woman.
I follow her all the way to the change rooms where she emerges less than five minutes later wearing the tightest little crop top and shorts so short I can see her firm ass cheeks peeking through. I move over to the weights, not even bothering to change or check what weight is set on the machine. I power through a few workouts as Alissa works herself into a sweat on the treadmill. I can’t keep my eyes off her as a bead of sweat drips down her neck, rolling all the way down to her top. My cock strains against the seam of my jeans, torturing me more than the Goddess before me. I’d give anything to run my tongue along the same path as that drop.
“Dude, you know it’s not good to work out wearing jeans.” Some douche says as he interrupts my thoughts. I glare at him, narrowing my eyes until they’re nothing more than a slit. With my hood firmly in place, all he’d be able to see is the shadows I hide within, but that doesn’t stop me from glaring as hard as I can at the asshole. The growl rumbling from my chest makes him take a few steps backwards before his spine stiffens. He turns away from me, his shoulders far too stiff to be anything other than afraid. My lips jerk into a smirk as I turn back… “Where the fuck did she go?” I jerk the weights back into their holder before leaping to my feet, searching the room.
Everything in me wants to tear the fucking gym apart in search of her, but the tiny part that knows I need to remain calm, pushes through, scolding me internally about the risks of losing my temper around humans.
I know Alissa will be in the Vamp Integration class with me tonight, so I swallow my anger and march away with my head held high.
She will be mine.
As luck would have it, I come across the asshole who propositioned Alissa in the music room. He’s sitting alone on a bench near the path that leads to the beach. It’s far too easy to get the jump on him, but I move fast and pin him to the seat by the throat. “If I ever see you near Alissa again, I’ll kill you!” I cock my head to the side as he tries to speak, but all that he manages to do is gurgle. I watch in fascination as his face changes from a deep tan to a pale imitation of the colour. The longer I hold his throat the more his face changes colour; first brightening to a red so deep it looks like blood, then to a purple hue that reminds me of the shadows late at night while the moon shines brightly in the sky.
I know I should stop before he dies, but he did touch what belongs to me.
A sound comes from my left and I release the asshole, straightening as though nothing untoward has occurred. The asshole’s completely passed out, but that’s not my problem. He’s still breathing and I can hear his feeble heart beating a steady rhythm. I stride away, avoiding the source of the sound that interrupted me.
After running for far too long on the treadmill, I duck into the changeroom and hurry through a shower. I can’t help thinking about the fact I never got the chance to try convincing Kal to let me race again. I know if he’ll just hear me out, I can convince him that it’ll be worth his while to let me race. I need to race, to feel my adrenaline pumping as I pass the other racers. After hurriedly throwing my clothes back on, I leave the gym, determined to locate Kal.
One glance at the clock on the wall in the hall has me hurrying across to the other building where Vamp Integration is supposedly held in the basement away from human eyes. It’s also the only place where we can get fresh blood, outside of our “homes,” so I’m looking forward to that. So much so that my fangs drop out from my gums, threatening to expose me, again. A girl passing me squeaks as though she’s just seen a ghost and I quickly cover my mouth, my cheeks staining red as I duck my head.
I’m so screwed if someone finds out what I am. My mind goes back to this morning when Prince Samuel Douche saved my ass. I’m not sure what to make of him, but I’m glad he did what he did otherwise I’d be spending the next few months trying to explain to the Vampire Council how I could possibly have so many powers.
I’m pulled from my thoughts as the door in front of me opens revealing none other than Wez Carr. He’s still wearing those goofy looking waistcoats and perfectly pressed dress pants that had me drooling over him the first time I met him.
I don’t get the chance to talk to him as Prince Douche himself barges through the door, knocking my books from my hand. I bend down quickly gathering them back up with a death glare thrown at Prince Douche for good measure. The asshole didn’t even bother offering to help, yet he has the audacity to wave me over to the seat beside him. Rolling my eyes to the ceiling, I make my way to the furthest seat away from him in the back corner of the classroom.
I’m not sure what I was expecting from this class but having Professor Carr lecture us all on the dangers of being exposed was not how I thought it would start out. I certainly didn’t expect him to inform us that exposure of any of our gifts, Vampire or otherwise, is a punishable offense that carries a two-year stint in Hathaway Penitentiary on the other side of the world. He went on to explain that there were exceptions made for students learning to control their abilities but even then if the minds of the exposed were unable to be wiped, we’d find ourselves sent directly to Hathaway without a trial.
