There's A Fallen Angel On My Roof...But Why Does He Have Fangs?

part 18

Meeting Mr Lysdane was one of the most exhilarating things ever. From the way he looked and acted you'd never think he was blind. A sad feeling fluttered across me, what must it be like to have never seen your own wife? or children if he had any. I then felt stupid for pitying myself because others had is worse off than me, i sighed as i closed the copy of Jude The Obscure, just one of many books we were going to study in English Literature. As i put it back on the shelf i heard a familiar voice,

"So i said, 'you want to hurt her? you're gonna have to go through me' and that ladies is how i got this wound..." I heard sympathetic gasps "oh it was worth it to save her life, but it wasnt meant to be..." this was followed by a chorus of 'awh's i rolled my eyes as my brothers voice droned on. As i turned to go and find Rosemary i accidentally walked into someone carrying a stack of books, two of the books he was carrying slid off the top and hit the floor

"i'm sorry" i squeek cringing, i quickly bent down to retrive the books, and as i look up, i see it is Mr Lysdane "You look like you could use some help" i said, he smiled

"That would be lovely Ada" he says nodding once, eyes never leaving the floor, i take one more book from the stack and let him lead the way. It was strange walking by him, he seemed to walk like he has sight, but he is blind. that same sentence replays in my head. He is blind. He is blind. it seemed unfair that someone who seems so lovely has had to have his sight taken away. I really wanted to find out more. after rounding a corner we came to a huge wooden door which had a name plate stamped to the front reading 'Dr Owen R Lysdane' and underneath that was written 'Head Of Literary Arts' a tiny spark of jealousy lit my head, i wish i had a door with my name on it. With one swift movement he used his elbow to open his door and we entered his office, i smiled to myself as i looked around, it was a complete mess, a good mess, like someone purposely put everything this way. The room was dimly lit by a light bulb and two lamps. There were stacks of books taller than me propped up by a wall corner to corner, piles of letters and books filled tiny square shelves and pigeon holes. The office had character and history.

"It may, probably, most likely look like the worst kept office in the world, but i am at a disadvantage as you know." he laughed

"No, i think it's cute. And homely" i tried to not sound patronizing. He set the books down on his desk and came over to me

"Let me take those books from you..." he said reaching out, i passed him the books, as he grabbed them, his hands covered mine, i slid my hands away as quickly as possible giving myself a paper cut in the process. I looked down at my middle finger and wedding finger, two diagonal cuts started oozing tiny crimson splodges.

"Ah" i whispered so quietly, even i had trouble hearing it. But Mr Lysdane heared, he turned his head and looked around him a confused look on his face,

"Ada?" he asked

"Yes, sir?"

"Did you get a paper cut?" he asked, as if he already knew the answer

"yeah...but it's nothing" i reassured him, closing my injured hand into a fist and tucking it into my sleeve. He placed the books down next to the other pile and walked back over to me, he reached for my hand and held it near his lips. He closed both his hands around my small one and blew gently, his warm breath tantalizing. Then there was a strange tingeling where the cuts were and he released my hands from his grasp, i examined my hand, the two cuts had vanished. i stared, wide eyed.

"Good as new" he said, his eyes slowly moving from the floor to my face, like he was trying to determine where my eyes were, turns out thats what he was doing. I mentally urged him to look me straight in the eye, i smiled at the thought of him trying to do so, he blinked slowly and his eyes met mine, black to blue. Now that i was only centimeters away i could see that his eyes were indeed a dull black colour, he smiled, it seemed so out of place next to his sad features.

"I feel like i've met you before. Is that weird?" he asks

"No, not at all, i was gonna say i have one of those faces but...obviously you cant see me so that wouldn't have made sense. Am i offending you?" i asked suddenly worried "Because if i am, just tell me to shut up and i will, because I've never known a blind person before so i don't know whats offensive and whats not....aanndd I'm babbling." he laughed gently

"I can tell it's going to be a pleasure teaching you Miss Ada"

"Pfft, you're gonna regret saying that" i laughed nervously, "Well, i better get back to my room and unpack. I shall see you. Sir"

"Just between the two of us, you can call me Owen outside of class" he said with an impish grin

"Owieen" i sang in an attempt to be funny "Im sorry, i dont know why i did that" I felt the blood run to my face and if Mr Lysdane or Owen as i am allowed to call him, could actually see i would have been even more mortified. He stood with the grin still in place,

"Until then" he said bowing his head

"Bye" i said turning to run out of the room and running straight into Luca, he squeezed me tight and lifted me up, he then proceeded to walk down the outdoor corridor and rounded a corner secluded from people, "What is it?" i asked, his eyes were blazing with happiness

"Guess who's got a date with Rosemary!" he sand shaking invisible maracas in the air, i laughed at him

"Good for you! Ma baby's all grown up" i said in a southern brawl we laughed together as Luca told me his plans for their first date.

"I'm gonna set a picnic on the beach before sunset, that means watching the sunset and because its in the evening it'll be chilly which means, cuddle time" he sang the last two words

"You sly dog you" i said nudging him "I hope it goes well"

"Yeah me too" he sighed "Lets get you back to your room missy, it looks like shit" he draped an arm around my shoulders and guided me to my room, leaving me at the door "See you tomorrow bright and early" he says kissing my forehead, i smile and say goodbye. I open the door to my room and close it behind me flinging the key on my bed, and head for the first box to unpack. But i stop dead in my tracks, i didnt hear the key hit the bed, I look over to find Darren standing by my bed, key dangling from his index finger.

"Am i right in thinking, you owe me one?" he says smiling that hellish smile.