Beasty | First Draft Sample

04

Destruction was bound by things as exquisite as he was.

Amongst the great wonders, amongst the largest of populations. Of ordinary people.

Amongst all the population of ordinary people.

He was exquisite.

Maybe there were others just like him.

He was something entirely new to me and all I could do being at the brick of a great new world, was wonder.

Maybe there were others like him. But I was sure— nobody could be as exquisite as he.

My fingers gazed the slight dent on the place where my neck met my shoulders and sighed.

His mark.

Our conversation from last night kept going on and on in my mind, I couldn't be rid of it, I couldn't get it out.

How ironic was it that only just earlier in the evening Dominic had all but confirmed my suspicions — and then Beasty had called.

He had hung up.

And that had confirmed my suspicions once more.

I didn't know what his name was, I didn't even know if I'd ever know, but the knowledge of ever knowing him, even with a stupid nick name I had created in the highest peak of frightened delirium — seemed enough to last a life time.

I didn't know if I'd ever come across him, or if I'd ever recognise him if I did. But the thought of ever being in his presence for a minute seemed enough.

I didn't know why he had bit me. But that bite mark served as a confirmation that he had actually happened, and as stupid as I sounded admitting it — I was all right with that. I was all right with his mark.

Another sigh left my lips as I settled back in my seat. Waiting for our professor had become a ritual. Professor Heirnzberg was always ten minutes late into class.

Always. Especially the morning ones.

"You, all right?"

Surprised, my eyes darted to a concerned looking Abigail sitting beside me.

She leaned closer and I smiled.

"Yes, I'm all right Abby,"

Abby visibly cringed and pulled away. "I hate that nickname,"

I chuckled. "Well too bad you don't pick your own nicknames, aye?"

Abigail eased into her seat as she rolled her eyes, "Yeah, too bad for you too. You have way too many nicknames yourself,"

This time I was the one who cringed. "Touché,"

"Good Morning everyone! Beautiful day here in Berlin today, isn't it?"

Instantly, complete silence overtook the entire lecture hall, and everyone turned to face the sharp featured, grey haired man standing in front of the white board.

Professor Heirnzberg was a very testy man when situation devised it, that was a known fact, but today he genuinely seemed to be in good of spirits.

Looking around I shrugged when I noticed no one was daring to reply.

"It sure is, Professor!" I called out, smiling brightly for extra measure.

Seeming pleased, Professor Heirnzberg smiled back at me, his sharp perfectly aligned teeth near to sparkling under the hall's brightly lit lights.

"Good morning Miss. Fredson! It's good to see you so happy and healthy!" Mr. Heirnzberg turned to face the rest of the class.

One extraordinary thing about Professor Heirnzberg? He remembered each and every one of his students' names.