Vangsvere Academy

Chapter 32: The Knock

A loud knocking echoed through my room, and I lifted my head off the pillow eyeing it in the dark.

Michael was gone, I sighed and opened the door to see Lincoln.

He walked in and eyed me "He's your fucking lover?!" He asked.

I eyed Lincoln "What?" I asked.

He shook his head "You! I had a dream! I dreamt of him, you where in his arms and you two where kissing and the castle was on fire, and then you had blood..." he looked like a madman.

Sighing, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes "I'm sorry what?" I asked.

Lincoln held my shoulders "You and Michael! Anne! It can't happen, ever! It'll be the end of all of us. Of everything!"

I nodded "Trust me Lincoln, I'm behind that more than anyone else." I laughed and walked back to my bed.

Beside my bed, the pillow sat on the floor. On top of it was the paper rose.

Picking it up I eyed it and then put it on my bedside table moving the pillow to my bed "Go back to bed Lincoln, I promise I'm not going to run off and marry the guy in the next-" I looked to the clock, four in the morning "It's almost morning Lincoln! Go to bed!" I said shoving him out the door and shutting it locking it and heading off to the bed laying my head down on the pillow.

My surprise hit when I smelt it was his pillow. Moving it away from me, I eyed it and slowly fell asleep.

Michaels POV:

She fell asleep within an hour, I couldn't sleep if I tried.

My nerves where all over the place, everything I was ever taught about her was wrong.

They told me she was breathtaking, they where wrong, she's heart stopping.

They told me she was selfish and heartless, but as I stared at her from this small chair, I could only see an angel asleep.

My dad told me she used her beauty to seduce men into getting what she wanted. That she was independent and cared most about herself.

He said, well they all, told me she'd try every way to kill my kind, to destroy us all. They where wrong about that too.

No one warned me about her soft eyes, her fierce fighting, the strength, bravery, her fucking heart. No one said anything about her being so forgiving, and understanding.

I wasn't trained for this, I was trained to kill someone like Roxanne, not Annalise.

Definitely not her.

Sighing, I ran a hand over my face and watched as she turned her face toward me peacefully. Killing her right now would be the easiest...well honestly the moment yes but the actual action would be miserable.

God, when she came into the dining hall dressed like some bad ass sex on legs, I almost took her right then and there. She didn't mind the world staring, their hurtful words.

Shit, she even had a chance to let my ass get kicked, I took it for her. The beating I deserved, but she stopped it, made it seem like I didn't deserve to get jumped.

I'm fucking everything up.

No one back home is going to be happy about this. My own father is going to disown me entirely.

Dropping my face into my hands, I looked down into the trash bin. I'm sure the protection spell still works on it, it should work.

Pulling it from the trash, I placed it on the pillow walking to her side and leaning down pondering.

Shutting my eyes, I felt my mind fight its own war. I placed a lingering kiss to her forehead before grabbing my duffel and heading out the room shutting the door behind me and eyeing the door with WHORE written over it.

I went down to one of the art classes and picked the lock. Heading in and grabbing the paint and a brush I went back up to the dorms painting over the red.

It took an hour overlapping until it was gone completely. The door was now a light pink, hope they don't mind.

Putting the paint can in the closet nearby, I tossed the brush in there and headed to the library going to the Old literature section tossing my duffel down and laying down.

I laid down on the ground of the library, wondering how tomorrow's going to be.

Shutting my eyes, I let my sleep take over. It felt good to let myself just shut down from its confusion.

"Come here." She said smiling up at me before moving toward the bathroom, her towel barely hanging onto her, I followed behind her watching as she smiled and slowly her hair fell over her shoulder spilling to the side. Seductively, she began stepping out of the towel and into the tub.

She looked back at me smiling "Would you like a drink?" She asked pushing her hair to the side bearing her neck to me.

A dream....that's what this is...might as well indulge in it.

Maybe one day, it could be more than a dream. I still think that maybe if she would just become the dark queen of this world, I'd be her king and maybe then we could be together.

Just maybe, I could feel her, taste her, make wild love to her.

I'd drown in her skin and moans.