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I feel a gentle tug on my arm and tense. I look around and realize we're in front of my dorm room. I sigh and mutter under my breath, "I'm sorry you're gone... I'm sorry." I can't seem to forget what happened as hard as I try. I just want to remember the good times we had. I feel Shadow slightly tighten around my neck, but not in a bad way. Like he's trying to comfort me. Another tug and I look to my left realizing Beccas still with me, "Right." I open my door and shut it before helping Becca over to my bed, "You can fill these out here and when you can walk on your own without feeling weak you can go to class." I say absentmindedly.
Shadow nuzzles against my face and I give a weak smile, "It's alright bud." I turn and go to my desk chair, and stop in my tracks when I feel a hand grip mine tightly. I look over in confusion , "What?" Becca looks up at me with a curious and concerned expression. Great I feel like I'm going to be interrogated, "Can you sit with me?" I nod slowly and sit down beside her. Becca looks me over with curiosity, "What was that about? I didn't think your mom was the headmistress. Why did you say 'I'm sorry you're gone'? Did something happen? Why don't you call-" I put my hand over her mouth, "Finish the paperwork and maybe I'll tell you. But honestly you don't need to know anything about me." I move around Becca and lay down, putting my back to her. Shadow moves and curls against my shoulder like he usually does. With that I fall asleep, dreading all the questions Beccas going to ask.
I wake up to something gently nipping my nose. I shake my head slightly trying to get rid of it. It nips again and I slowly open my eyes, irritated they disrupted my sleep. I look down my nose to see Shadow has it in his mouth and is just staring at me. I narrow my eyes at him and he moves his head and jerks it to the right indicating that he wants me to look. When I look my eyes widen before a rumbling growl lifts from my throat, "WHAT.... do you think you're doing?" I glare as Becca jumps, hands dropping my sketch book . Shadow loosely wraps around my neck as I get up, raising his body above my head threateningly.
"Answer me!" I snarl out at her. She flinches at my cold tone. Shadow lets out a hiss, "I-I was j-just looking at w-what you were drawing." Becca relaxes slightly when she sees I'm still waiting for her to explain, "I didn't think you were the drawing type." I sneer at her, "Oh really?" I step towards her and she steps back running into my shelf, "You don't know me." I place my hands by either side of her body, pinning her against my shelf, "You 'think' I wouldn't be the type to draw? You are judging me by my looks and actions, aren't you? Just because you think my actions dictate my personality, doesn't give you the right to judge me. You don't know who I actually am, you know nothing."
I continue to glare at her as she stares at me wordlessly, I continue, "My actions don't show you all of me. They do not show you everything. Don't judge or assume something about someone before you actually talk to them. Got it?" Becca slowly nods. I let out a low growl, placing my leg between hers and moving onto my forearms, leaning closer to her, Shadow moves back so he's not against her, "Use your words Kitty." I smirk as I feel Becca shiver. Pulling back with a cold look still on my face, mostly to cover my smugness, "Now Kitty." I say in an authoritative tone. She tenses, "I-I got it..." Becca stares into my eyes, her face blank but I see desire flash through her eyes. I let out a low chuckle before straightening up. I throw a wink her way, "Good Kitty."
I back up and pick my sketch book back up off the ground, gently setting it back on my desk before sitting in my desk chair. I turn and motion for Becca to sit down on the bed , "I'm sure you have some questions." I raise a brow at Becca and Shadow slinks down onto my arm watching her. Shadow won't attack unless provoked, commanded, sees me in danger or is defending himself. Or unless he's in a really bad mood and in that case he doesn't bite he just tries to strangle you.
Becca nods hesitantly eyeing Shadow, "First off, why do you have that?' She points at at Shadow whom hisses and snaps his mouth at her, clearly offended at being referred to as an 'that'. I sigh, "He is not a 'that'. His name is Shadow and he is my companion." My eyes glance down to her arm, "I also should redress that bite." I put Shadow on my desk and get my first aid kit. I sit beside her on the bed, "Give me your arm." Becca gives me her arm at my order, "I should also apologize for him biting you." I gently unwrap her arm glancing up at her before lowering her arm onto my lap, "Anything else? I'm sure that's not it." I say softly as I grab the gauze. Becca laughs making her arm move. I look up at her, "Stop." She stops moving but doesn't say anything.
I look at her again, then realize what I said. Rolling my eyes but a small smile involuntarily comes to my lips, "Oh my god, talk but don't move your arm again." Becca holds in a snicker, "Okay. What was that about back there with your mom?" I chuckle, "Their are multiple things that happened back there. IS their a specific one you want to ask about?" Becca nods, "Sure. Why did you tell your mother to 'stop assuming'?" I huff out a flushed breath, "When I said that I was the reason for you missing class, she assumed," I clear my throat, "She thought we were, um, you know, together and doing things."
I hear a squeak and quickly look up. Beccas face is flushed red, "A-Ah... T-That would explain it." I chuckle, going back to cleaning her arm, "Obviously. That's what I was just doing." She clears her throat, "Ahem anyways, why did she call you Amy?" I wince and stay silent for a bit while re-wrapping her arm, "Octavian?" I sigh, "Amy is my birthname my mother gave me. That's what she named me when she found out she was having a baby 'girl', but ever since I was little the label 'girl' never fit me. Not did the name. So I told everyone to call me Octavian when I was six. I don't remember how I came up with that name but all I knew is that I liked it and it fit me. As for the gender? I have a female body but not mind and soul." I shake my head and gently run my hand over the wrap before standing up, before I could walk away Becca grabs my hand.
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Secrets Open
FantasyOctavian is a trained killer. He kills, no questions asked. But then Becca comes in and makes it hard for him to do his job. He has to keep her safe which isn't the easiest job since she loves to be a stalker. He doesn't want to relive his past so h...