Caeli et Inferni (ON HOLD)

1-Christina

I glanced at the clock and groaned silently. Another hour before the French tests were due and I had finished mine in the first half hour. Damn. That’s what you get for being in a class full of newbies.

            I put my head on the lecture room table, sighing as I heard the scratching of pens on paper. Life went on at the University of Phoenix. The same, regular boring life of a senior in college trying to get their Associates degree in consulting. Overseas consulting that is. Thank God I only had to finish this year.

            I heard the sound of the lecture room door opening, a faint snick in the silence. I raised my head slightly to look towards the door. And almost fell out of my chair at the sight of the person standing almost right next to me.

            He was tall, blond, and everything I’d pictured my future husband might be. Brown-green eyes seemed to seek mine out and lock with them from under his windswept hair. I felt my mouth go dry, which I found weird. Normally I was the one having this sort of affect on people. I wasn’t the only one staring from the sudden absence of pens scratching. Damn.

            He moved like he was dancing, graceful and effortless towards Professor Adams, the short French teacher. He looked up and glowered, and I felt pity for the poor guy. The poor, hot, sexy guy. Adams hated when his class was interrupted, and practically ripped any one who did to pieces. He opened his mouth to say something, but the blond spoke something quietly into his ear. Adams’ face turned from anger to confusion. The blond then began to speak very quietly and very fast. I could see the people at the front of the lecture room leaning forward to try to catch what he was saying.

            I saw our professor’s face morph to a dreamy expression which was shocking; Adams would never have an expression like that on him in a million years. I seemed like the only one to notice, the rest focused on the blond instead of their middle aged professor.

            “Ms. Guion, your World History teacher would like a word.” His voice was misty, his eyes unfocused, and I didn’t even think he was aware of what he was saying. I shrugged it off though, it wasn’t my probl;em and I got to get out of class. I pulled on my cross body backpack, turned to the door, and found the blond already there, holding the door, almost like he had appeared out of thin air. I could feel eyes burning into my back as I left.

            The blond walked along side me, with the same effortless grace saying nothing. Silence unnerved me, it always had, especially a silence as awkward as this one. I poked around in my head for something to say, but it wasn’t until we were passing the vending machines that I decided eh, what the hell, to take the plunge and start a conversation going.

            “So what does teach want with me this time?” The blond stopped suddenly and smiled; only it was more like a smirk.

            “Oh that idiot? He didn’t want to see you. I did.” I raised an eyebrow, but before I could say anything, felt a rush of air, and suddenly, I was pinned against the wall in the shadow of a snack machine. I tried to step away, but he pinned me there, with his hips and pressed up against mine. Damn he was strong; I could feel it through the thin black shirt he wore.

            I decided to try and shove him away, but just as the thought crossed my mind; my wrists were pinned above my head. The blond smirked again before shoving his mouth onto mine. Well, into was more like in it since my mouth was still open from shock. I squirmed and struggled to free my wrists, but they were held fast in his iron tight grip. I tried to think, to figure out a way to break free, but every thought , every notion seemed to slow down. One hand held both of mine while the other slid to my waist, fingers pressing into the sliver of skin that my t-shirt didn’t cover. I felt a sort of pressure in the back of my head, growing all the while my assault continued. The blond pulled back, his forehead against mine, eyes burning.

-Adrian-

            I breathed in the scent of her, memorizing it for the dark nights ahead. I had wanted something like this for so long……..

            “What the hell?” She gasped. My eyes went wide as I felt the waves of energy rolling off of her. Fuck. I tried to take a step back but it was too late.

            The force of it blasted in all directions, sending him into an empty classroom, along with the snack machines. The floor around her rippled, like in an earthquake, and the tile was wrenched up into the air. Fluorescent light bulbs burst, shattering around her. I pulled myself from the remains of the wall that I’d been thrown into. The force of the impact should have killed me or at least broken something, but everything was fine except for the plaster dust in my hair. And I'd just washed it too. Damn.

            Trusting my instincts, I rolled to the side with a speed too fast to be human, and just missing the piece of tile that would have taken my head off. I glanced at Christina and could tell even from this distance that her eyes had turned a dark red instead of their normal silvery blue.

            The rest of the tile ricochet in all directions. The classroom doors, plaster walls, ceiling, even in the pipes that controlled the sprinkler system, sending down bits of plaster and light bulb. The strange thing though, none of it hit Christina, not even the plaster dust.

            With a groan, Christina sank to her knees, completely spent. She clutched her head with one hand, and did not notice the  few steps I'd taken  in her direction.

           My head snapped to the side, sensing rather then feeling the wave of people coming towards them.

            “Damnit.” I swore softly. I whispered something that sounded foreign, and scorch marks appeared on the walls and floor. Casting one last longing look at Christina, who glanced up, but saw nothing except for the sight of a door swinging shut.

-Christina Pov-        

I heard the hiss as the sprinklers finally kicked on, and the stampede of feet coming in my direction.

            “Oh my God.” I heard someone whisper. I faintly heard, “Call 9-1-1!” But not much more. Someone crouched down beside me, but I couldn’t care less. I felt like I had played a whole volley ball tournament single handedly, but at least that God awful pressure had stopped. It felt like my skull had been splitting in two. As I tried to hold the world in focus, questions flew through my mind. Who was he? And how did he know? I’d had been on more dates then I cared to remember and had a couple of really good boyfriends, but in the back of my head, the true sign of a keeper was if he was willing to sneak me out of class so they could have a steamy make out session. I thought it was a sweet idea.

            This wasn’t exactly how I pictured it to go. How could he have known that though? I thought confused. I’d never told anyone that, not that there had ever really been anyone to tell, but still. Who was he? I leaned my head wearily against the wall, and closed my eyes, wanting nothing more then to curl up and sleep for a couple of hours, but there was one thought I just couldn’t shake.

            What the hell?