•Incubus *IN EDITING*

III

SALLYS POV:
Isn't it sad? It's so fucking sad. I'm in love with a man that's sooo much older than me. Great. If I wouldn't have stopped yesterday, we probably would have fucked on the fucking floor. Shit. What have I done?
       I didn't have a dream last night. At least, not  one like the ones I usually have. I wonder why, but whatever. It's fine. 

RAPHAELS POV:
Yesterday:
    I slowly crept into her room. She couldn't see me, but I could clearly see her. She thinks the blankets will cover her, and her almost naked body. I can see. Everything. 
   My eyes red with desire, I walk over to her. I slowly unleash the beast. Then, I stop. I can't. Now that she knows it's me, she'll flip. I don't think she knows that I'm an Incubus, though. I really hope she doesn't.
     I can't do this to her anymore. She isn't like the others. I love her. I can't haunt her dreams, and make sleep a living hell anymore. I fell in love with her, and I don't plan on letting her go.
     I sit there, watching her. I watched the way she breathed, and the way she snored. Her eyelids fluttered a bit when she snored. It was cute, honestly. I just sat in the corner, on her little chair. I guess it's stalking, but I'm not sure. It's why I got put on this earth, so many years ago.
Never, in all of my years, have I ever fallen in love with a mortal woman. I am simply the predator of them. Haunting them, makes them want to kill themselves.  I want her to live. With me. Forever. If she agrees, I'll never do it again. I'll stop reading her mind, but it's just so damn cute. She's got me under some sort of spell, but she's literally under mine.
It's kind of pathetic. I've been lying to her, for so long already. Even though I just met her. Shit.

SALLYS POV: again ;)
In study hall, I had an odd feeling. June wasn't there, so I was a bit upset. The feeling was almost queasy, or sick. I didn't get detention, though. I feel like he only gives me detention so he can almost fucking have sex with me. Okay, I might be overreacting. I do talk a lot for a study hall.
He's still looking as hot as ever. That jawline. That reoccurring jawline that I can't get out of my head. And that smile. That damned smile that I can't stop picturing. Oh fuck me.
I wore jeans, and a shirt. They all show off my body, which I hate, but I'm sure he will like. But like.. don't know.
Okay so, I'm a pro stalker. I found out his name. It's Raphael. Hot, right? Yeah. I know it is. But it's also pathetic. I mean seriously. Isn't it just pathetic? I'm in love with my teacher, and I fantasize about him and I. The hell is wrong with me. Kill me. Just fucking kill me. I hate myself sometimes.
He doesn't even know I exist.
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