Sebastians Point Of View
I am sitting in the office belonging to the principle of the school I am now making myself attend. The office is very clean and tidy, with biege carpetting, forest-almsot-black green walls and photos next to books shelves littered over these. The large desk is sitting exactly in the middle of the small room, while I, and whoever is forced to sit where I now sit, am forced with my back agianst the wall. I think the arrangement was purposeful. A sigh escapes my lips as i shift in my seat once agian, giving up and slipping from my it to pace. I have been sitting in this tiny room for many a minute, and I am becoming annoyed with impatience, the thought of my mother the only thing keeping me here. The Principle himself, a large man that reeks of onions an young children, has long since left, after spotting a tallish scrawny figure walking down the hall and setting after him with murder in his eyes. I mean that figurativley of course, I did not think he ACTUALLY planned to murder the boy he chased after, but there was a gleam to his eyes that even a weak-eyed human could have spotted. I am just about ready to give up and leave till the morrow, but even as I think this I hear the heavy foot-falls of the man named Mr. Hilthler. they are followed by the light footsteps of another boy, and I assume it is the boy he had chased down. I take my seat as they enter, leaning back in my chair and resting my hands lightly on the arm rests.
"I apoligize, Mr. Tahmerath, for making you wait. there was a small issue-" Mr. Hilthler looks piontedly at the boy now sitting by the tinsy window, "-that needed to be addressed.
"I would like to welcome you as a member of our school, congratulations!-" the other boy makes a noise of contempt deep in his throat and earns a glare "-All of your schedules and school papers are in this folder-" he hands me a folder "-and i hope to see you on Tuesday! We ALL hope to see you! But i do hope all of your other forms are filled out?" he wonders, question lilting his tone.
"But of course." I answer him smoothly, and tuck the folder under one arm. But he is no longer paying attention to me, Instead is back to glaring at the other boy. Curious as to what kind of a creature can generate such strong feelings of resentment, i turn to stare also.
What i see takes my breath away.
I know my face is a expressionless mask, but inside my emotions have become as rilled as a hunting dog with the scent of a rabbit in its path. I cannot believe i had not looked earlier, that is how exquisite he is. He is sitting cross-legged, a obscene purple-and-black-cat back pack resting at his feet, a pair of deliciously tight black skinny jeans coating his legs, a pair of White converses his feet and a tight Black Veil Brides t-shirt his torso. In his lower lip are two silver studs and on the bridge of his nose perches a pair of black framed glasses. His soft looking charcoal hair is partially covered by a grey beanie cap. I notice the decoration on his wrists, a flash of colour on his otherwise monochrome outfit, and try to decipher the Technicolour mess. on his Left there is, first and foremost, a rainbow tiger striped one with crystal studs, then a red one with black mustachio's that says "Sassy"& "The Mustache" over and over, then a blue-pink-purple tie dye one that says "I <3 MY LITTLE SIS". On his other is a blue pyramid-studded one, then pink one that say's "GEEK" with a pair of stereotypical geek glasses, then a pink woven friendship bracelet. Half hidden between the Blue Studs and Geek is a black one that says "DIX R CEWL c=3". My eyes rush up to meet his and i find that he has been staring at me for quite some time. His eyes remind me of the forest, being a deep expressible hazel with green flecks, and yet i resist the urge to slip into them and search his thoughts. Something there stops me, leaves me weak as i stare into those hazel globes framed with thick lashes. In that one moment i want to ravish him, want to push him down to the ground and listen to him call my name and pleasure him. I want him to be MINE, mine and mine alone.
I want to sink my fangs into that porcelain neck and mate him.
I feel extremely unnerved as i take my leave, stepping from the office and barely containing my supernatural speed as i race towards the door. The one ruling thought in my mind is to take him with me, but the smaller-yet-practical part urges me to leave and get some distance between us before i reveal myself. Once i am outside, the chill autumn air wrapping about me like imagined lovers arms, i do not restrain myself and tear through the woods behind the school till i feel as if i am flying. Trees and shrubbery flash past me so quickly they mingle with the sunlight to form one colour.
Hazel with flecks of green.
I forcefully shove these thoughts from my mind, instead distracting myself by searching for potential prey. I slow my mad man dash and expand my conscious feelings, as well as my mind, to the territory around me. I calm my emotions and let all thoughts drift away....
it is all unimportant....
hazel with green flecks....
"GODDAMN IT!" i scream. My frustration vents out in the form of curses and blurred pacing.
HOW could this have happened?!? How could such a meek MORTAL HUMAN have wedged his way under my skin!?!
But, damn it, he wasn't meek...
He made HUMAN look GOOD...
I WANT HIM FOR MYSELF AND I WANT HIM NOW!
I can tell that my eyes have gone completely preditory, for everything has become sharper and i can feel the shadows lickng at my subconscious. My scream of frustration rang through the woods, scaring a murder of crows and a unkindness of ravens.
*sigh*
Sorry, my friends.
Sorry.
