Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 71 - Sebastian's odd behavior

I wake up scared and sweating, and I sit on the bed in one move. I'm breathing heavily and shivering uncontrollably like a baby deer that have just born. My mind is wholly foggy, and I feel completely lost with these nightmares, not understanding very well their meanings or every scene I have watched.

Sebastian is sitting by my side, sniffing me entirely, like a dog searching for a treat that I would be hiding somewhere. He's sniffing the back of my neck; then, he sniffs my arms and goes sniffing my cleavage...

My voice shows a mixture of annoyance and surprise with his strange behavior. Okay that he is a wolf, but this is a little bit too much, being sniffed from head to toe...

Khawla: Seb, what in the hell are you doing?

Sebastian stops sniffing me and frowns. I don't know if he is distraught with my dried tone of voice or if something else is upsetting him deeply. He mumbles.

Sebastian: I cannot smell it.

I raise an enquiring eyebrow, as I'm still confused about the nightmares, being sniffed, and what's on earth my werewolf is talking about. I hate waking up with riddles, especially when you have hundreds to solve already. My voice shows all my annoyance towards this odd situation. By the way, what isn't odd in Mystery Spell?

Khawla: Smell what? What are you talking about, Seb? Can you stop talking in riddles, please?

Sebastian beats the bush, also feeling a little bit confused with what's going on, and trying to solve this new puzzle at this very moment.

Sebastian: Vampire. I can't smell vampire in you.

"He's joking. I'm sure."

I decide to carry on with the game. I add a tone of humor on my voice, as I'm pretty sure he's only fooling me because he knows, very well, that after waking up from sleeping or napping, my brain only works after I have a mug of coffee.

Khawla: Maybe because I'm not a vampire... idiot!

I giggle like a silly teenager, and my wolf opens wide his fierce amber eyes in surprise for my daring adjective, as I know, very well, that he will make me pay for it later on as the sadistic he is on the sheets. After a few seconds of astonishment, he asks me with a still dry tone of voice, showing that he isn't playing and that the subject requires seriousness from my side too.

Sebastian: Idiot? Am I an idiot?

I can't help bursting into laughter, and he continues in a harsh tone of voice and close face, as he is in his rigid Professor's mood.

Sebastian: You're with two long fangs in your mouth, and am I the idiot?

I stop laughing immediately, and look at him stunned, without believing in my very ears.

"Fangs?! What's he talking about? Is he nuts?"

I question him doubting his words, not sure if I have understood the matter. Everything seems huge nonsense, worse than Lorie's riddles.

Khawla: I'm not a vampire to have fangs. Are you on drugs?

Sebastian shoots me dead with his fierce amber eyes. I can hear him growling at loud, distraught by my very words. Drugs are an overly sensitive topic for him since he blames his actual condition for being drunk and stoned and unable to defend himself or to run for his life. When Sebastian was young, in his seventeen, he and his three best friends were celebrating their acceptance in the same university with a lot of alcoholic beverages and weed when a werewolf attacked them, killing the trio on the spot, and letting Sebastian between life and death till he was rescued by a Navajo Medicine Man. Since this life-changing event, he doesn't drink and doesn't do any illegal drugs.