Vangsvere Academy

Chapter 21: Angel

Michaels POV:

We've been in here for almost two weeks. I'm under evaluation for the murder of one hundred and sixty three vampires.

Fucking bullshit.

Every day felt longer than the first, and all I wanted was to be set free and go home.

Jesse was listening to some old song that just repeated "Love to love you baby." And consisted of moaning for six minutes straight.

The song was sexy, but not when you're locked up and thinking about when they'll decide to decapitate you. Thousands of thoughts of how ill die flashed in my head, playing in a line.

Of course all those thoughts faded as my eyes caught her.

Anne walked in with her stupid perfect smile, she was laughing about something to a guard (she always manages to make everyone around her love her) and when she walked into the cell and they locked it behind her, she put her hands through it and they uncuffed her. I watched as she rubbed the front of her slipper over her ankle leaning into the cell door.

I thought I was good, I thought I could handle being around her and not liking her. They told me she was beautiful, warned me about her looks. Anyways, why should I like the woman who's destined to defend the rights of people who murdered my mother?

Yet, her fucking smile.

She looked to Jesse and said something but I paid no mind to it. Instead I watched her long beautiful hair as it spilled down her back, and her perfect breast, nipples poking into the shirt like she'd just been splashed with cold water.

Not to mention the sweat pants that clung to her ass, that ass. She had to be the most mesmerizing woman I have ever met. I've met my fair share, many of them Vamphores or witches but she put them all to shame.

The moaning in the song grew, and it fit her perfectly. She was the epitome of sex on legs, but in a very classy way. Kept a man guessing, and curious but longing.

Her eyes moved to me and she gave me a small smile, she was good to her word after I won. She hasn't talked to me in a couple days, I wasn't sure if I hated or loved it.

She did this smile thing, that Fucking smile. It made my body wanting to break the bars between us and push her up into that wall and take her.

"Come on big guy." Marshal said gesturing for my turn.

I stood and walked over putting my hands to the opening. He reached in cuffing me and then my legs.

Jack said some shit, and then Anne laughed. My heart staggering. God she fucking kills me.

I headed out and to the showers, the guards never watched which was good for me, because if I didn't rub one out from Anne, I'd probably end up with blue balls.

Washing up, I thought of that night, she stumbled perfectly into the forest. Trusting me entirely with her life, her body. Her beautiful hair tousled in the leaves, dress clinging to her body and her eyes...

She took my heart the moment I saw her, my dad was right about her, she was a fucking...well an Angel.

I sighed and shut the shower off drying and pulling my clothes on. Brushing my teeth, I eyed the bit of facial hair growing over my face.

Guess if there's a time to grow it, nows the time.

Making my way back to the cell, I headed inside and let them unlock the chains before staring down at Anne.

She was asleep and looked so at peace. As if the entire world didn't depend on her, the entire balance of the different worlds didn't rely on her final action.

I was never supposed to fall for her, I'm the son of Lucious, the greatest follower of Israfel the dark. She was, well, an Angel a follower of the light and good. It was one of those things that just doesn't happen. She'd be good with that Lincoln kid, although she'd probably be the stronger one in the relationship.

It turned me on thinking about her ruling the dark beside me. She wouldn't though, she loves the humans too much. How could she not? She was raised around them all her life.

I'd never see eye to eye with her, never follow her into the ways of Nyx. I'd always be the bad guy, but that's okay as long as she is seen for her beautiful greatness.

Fuck, listen to me, sounding like a love sick weak ass bitch.

Sitting down on the bed, I picked up the spell book and read it over for the hundredth time. I'll remember them all, every single spell I can, then I'll over throw my father and his ways. Annalise will rule the light, and I will rule the dark. One day we will battle, and one of us will die by the hands of the other.

I just hope I don't falter when the time comes.