Forbidden Lessons

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Ian's POV

I watched as Sophia ate her food, wishing that I was able to join her in her dinner but I couldn't. I had started my work, shadowing her since yesterday and staying opposite her dorm so I could keep track of when she left the building and I could follow her. Her roommate, the best friend, seemed to have gone out for the weekend and it was just Sophia left in her room. I wondered why she didn't go with her.

Today was Saturday, and I had better ways of spending my weekend, but I didn't think I'd spend it shadowing a girl who didn't know that I had made her a subject of danger when I marked her without her consent.

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. This was only happening because I had been thinking with my dick and not my head. I hadn't been thinking properly then. And now ( was paying the price for it.

Maybe I should talk to Mike and tell him to help me get two of his most trusted men to watch her for me instead. My phone vibrated and I picked it up, checking it. Sophia had just sent a text. She and I had been texting back and forth since Monday, and it was actually fun doing that. Whenever I received her text, it helped me take my mind off all the dangerous and murderous things in my mind.

We hadn't seen each other face to face since then. Or rather, she hadn't seen me since then. I had been watching her anyways.

"Where are you?" She had texted.

"At home," I answered and quickly moved my focus back to her. She had abandoned her food now and was focusing on her phone. She began typing.

"Can I come visit?" She asked.

"I'm expecting someone," I typed back.

"Who? A woman?" She answered. I could see that she had gone rigid where she was sitting and she dropped her phone.

I sighed and shook my head. What a jealous little thing she was. "No. A man," I answered but she didn't even pick up the phone to check. I chuckled. Women and their tempers. Was she mad at me now?

I ran my hands through my hair and continued watching her. I decided to scan the area and a few feet in front of where I was standing, a man was sitting on a bench. Just opposite the restaurant where Sophia was sitting.

There was also some other people walking about, going about their daily lives. My eyes went back to where Sophia was sitting. She had gotten up from the chair where she had been sitting and gone to pay her bills. She walked out from the restaurant and from the corner of my eyes, I saw the man who was sitting on the bench stand up. I frowned slightly. That was odd.

As Sophia stood in front of the restaurant, her head was buried in her phone and my phone vibrated. I checked it. "Dinner was nice. It would have been nicer with you here," she had typed.

"I can't take the risk," I answered hurriedly and put my phone in my pocket. I raised my head again and saw that she was already on the move. And the man was walking too. It could have been coincidence but I doubted it. I began walking too, keeping my distance from the both of them but keeping my eyes on them.

Sophia took a turn and the man took a turn too. I crossed quickly, following them but still keeping my distance. The path where Sophia was passing was dark and empty. The man slid out a small pocket knife from his pocket and I picked up my pace but making sure I was silent.

I reached him and put my arm around his neck from behind, then whispered in his hear, "If you make a sound, I'll kill you without hesitation." I held his wrist with my other hand, then broke it. The knife he had been holding fell to the floor and he literally peed himself.

"Fucking coward," I muttered, walking backwards slowly until Sophia was out of sight. I turned him around to me and punched him on his face. He let out a yelp, holding his jaw which I was sure I had broken now as he cried.

"Who sent you?" I demanded. He remained mute. That was fairly brave, coming from a man who was crying because I had punched him in the face. But I didn't have the time to admire his bravery. I needed to know who had sent him to hurt what was mine.

I grabbed his jaw and he screamed, but I stared deep into his eyes. "Who sent you?"

"Your antics won't work on me, Vampire," he said through gritted teeth. "There's vervain in my blood."

"Hmm. I can see that," I answered. "Well, I can drain out the vervain from your blood. But I don't think I have the time, nor the patience for that. So I'm going to ask you one last time. Who sent you?"

"Go to hell," he murmured and spat at my feet.

"Well then. You already made your choice," I answered with a sigh before walking up to him and grabbing him by the neck. "I hope the people who sent you finds your body first," I added, and then broke his neck, my teeth grinding against each other.

His body went limp and he fell on the floor. His body was unmoving and his eyes wide open but unseeing. It was by luck that I hadn't attacked him and drank his blood which was full of vervain. Vervain was poisonous to us vampires, and he could have had the upper hand and killed me.

I stared at him, wondering which specie he was. Vampire hunter? Werewolf or witch? I knew for a fact that he wasn't a vampire. I'd have smelt it on him.

It didn't matter which specie he was. What mattered was there were more and they were coming after Sophia.