𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

IV | I

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CHAPTER — I
part four

THE SUN was shining brightly over your head, following you as you walked without purpose. You mother had asked you to go buy some tomatoes at the grocery store, and you had complied. You were now on your way back home, stress-free as you took your time to explore your new town. Your knew your mother wouldn't start cooking dinner in a good two hours.

You didn't know where you were going, though you were positive you wouldn't get lost.

You passed by a library, and hesitated going in. You were a big reader, you'd read a lot of classics, and even a bit of supernatural like Dracula. However your father's works were your favorite, you didn't care if people called you biased.

You decided to leave the library for later, after all you had the entire summer to explore the town. Your looked at your surroundings in excitement, bouncing slightly in your steps as your grocery back swung back and forth along with your movements.

You soon found in front of a cozy little cafe, and opted to going in, in hope of finding pastries for your family. Your father had a sweet tooth and surely that would make him happy. As you approached the building, you noticed out of the corner of your eyes the familiar bulry shape of a man that immediately recognized as Father Fushiguro's.

You stopped dead in your tracks. As you shifted your eyes towards him, you half expected his to already be on you, but he was concentrated on something else.

He was sitting idly on one of the cafe's table, his muscly legs crossed as he read a book. He then took a languid sip of what seemed to be coffee. You watched his Adam Apple bob with a fascination that even surprised you.

You wouldn't have been surprised if your entire body had shivered in cold sweat, with distress and anxiety curling in your stomach at the sight of him, however, nothing happened. There was churning in your guts, no nothing.

You felt a bit silly. It had been a few days since the... eventful meeting of Father Fushiguro, and this was the first time you saw him since and your reaction to him, at that moment, was the complete opposite of what you'd experienced.

What could even be the opposite of fear ? Attraction ? Surely that couldn't be...

You were definitely over sensitive last Sunday, you concluded. You made yourself a mental to not judge people too harshly when you aren't in the right state of mind.

Now that you took a good look at the man you noticed that he wasn't this scary, his face, maybe might look a little harsh, and his body a bit imposing.

However, as you observed the way his biceps moved as he flipped a page, what you felt was not intimidation. You gulped, your throat suddenly felt dry.

You had not had the chance to properly look at him on Sunday. All you had done was try to avoid his gaze, and now you found yourself thrown off balance, muddled and surprised at the unknown mix of emotions confusing your mind.

You felt some twisted sort of fascination in looking at the man in his day to day life, the vibe he exuded felt entirely different from what you'd expect. You would never admit it out loud, but you were entirely enthralled by him, with your face hot and your heart constricting in your chest.

You kept staring at him, half-thinking that the fear and anxiety that previously plagued your mind at the sight of the man would come back at full force.

Even outside of his workplace, he stood out.

You blinked, dumbfounded. You saw him for who he was, a tall, buff man with an attractive face and your face heat up some more

Now, what were you even thinking ?

As an attempt to distract yourself, you squinted your eyes, trying to decipher the name of what could get him so intensely invested, but in vain. You faintly managed to make out the word 'Dance' written in a big, white font. The cover of the book was entirely black with a few splashes of red here and there.

An idea popped into your read. You briefly wondered if what you were doing could be considered noisy but you decided you didn't care. You didn't know where the sudden interest in the man came from.

You told yourself it was simple curiosity, a normal amount for someone for loved reading as much as you did

You didn't know where the sudden interest in the man came from.

You walked away, still slightly disturbed at your own reaction. How could you go from fearing a man, to this ? You didn't even know what this represented. You couldn't pinpoint it to one emotion specifically.

A few minutes later you were in front of the library. You stepped in, and looked around the multiple rows of books, your eyes quickly scanning their covers. When you were about to give up, you saw a book with a thick, black cover, looking back at you as if taunting you.

"Dance in the vampire bund."

You read aloud, picking up the book from its shelf. You flipped it and read the summary. It was apparently about a girl who'd unknowingly moved into a town full of vampires. As she realized in what kind of mess she'd just been propelled into, it was too late for her, because she had fell in love with her neighbor vampire.

You lifted your eyebrows, you hadn't pegged Father Fushiguro as one to read this kind of books. You try not to judge him but you were disappointed. Those kind of stories were clichée and full of plot holes.

You decided to borrow it.

You felt it would be an easy read.

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"You're so easy to read," Adrien says as he pins Emma on the wall. His eyes are a vibrant red as they rake over her half naked form.

"I-I just showered-" Emma stutters, oblivious to the effect she has on him. He tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear, his face softer.

"I won't hold back anymore." He finally decides, before kissing her, mingling their lips and his hands hover over her naked breasts, making her shiver.

You blinked, the temperature in your room suddenly felt hot, despite the fact that it was already well into the night.

You felt horrified, you couldn't find the words to express it.

If your mother—or even your father heard about this, they would be so disappointed. Nearly as much as you were.

However, you knew you had to keep your mouth shut because exposing him would also expose the fact that you read the book and its content, this sinful, horrifying book, and that is, yet another thing you were going with to the grave.

Your breathes came out in short puffs and your entire body felt sensitive. You swiped your tongue on your bottom lip.

After all of this, you needed a good night of sleep.

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look forward to tomorrow's update ;)
also this is unedited, I didn't proofread this since I gotta go study for a test now ! I'll edit it tomorrow, if the writing seems rushed it's because it is
Sorry