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

Chapter 72 - The Spell Has Turned Against The Sorcerer

My feet are completely healed. Not even a small scratch or a little burn is there. Nothing. As if my feet have never gotten hurt. Okay that I can recover faster than an ordinary human being, but this is ridiculous! As per my experience, my druidess' abilities would make my feet brand new again, maybe by tomorrow night, not now, just a few hours after they got hurt.

I'm disturbed. I'm not understanding what's going on with my body and mind with all these dreams that come to haunt me often nowadays.

"Is it connected to any of these riddles? Is it connected to the fact that I have morphed to a vampire, and, somehow, I have also incorporated its healing abilities while in the vampiric form?"

More hundreds of questions are popping up in my mind. Sebastian is so obsessed, searching for something in his old books that he doesn't notice my disturbance.

"Better like this. I will have some peace of mind while having a shower without being sniffed from head to toe."

I let out a small sarcastic laugh on these thoughts. It was a bizarre way of waking up, with a nose running through your whole body. I would prefer to be awake with other parts of Sebastian's anatomy against my skin, like his lips or fingers teasing me to set me on fire.

I stand up and head to the bathroom, to my more than deserved relaxing shower. The second in a row. Not that I'm dirty, because I'm not, but I need to relax a little, and it would make me some good.

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I take longer than the usual under the shower. I'm washing up and also letting the water washes away my sorrows on the remembrance of the disdain of my granny after each one of my victories in Figure Skating. She has never approved anything I had ever done in life. Even my graduation choice had displeased her because we are from a higher caste of druids, so I should have gone to study Law, or Medicine or Engineering, or anything that would give me some status as per her point of view. In reality, my grandmother wanted me to follow her steps and get graduation in Law and a Master in Politic Sciences, to keep the O'Cuinn's political legacy in our clan.

All these memories are too much painful for me. I need a drink to silence all these ghosts that came to haunt me, and the only way I know to make them shut up is glasses of whiskey, no ice, please.

"How can I get rid of Seb to me to go to a bar for a couple of drinks? Maybe I can use his obsession in my favor... Hmmm... It sounds like a plan...! Yeah! It's a good idea, indeed."

It's decided. I will say that I need to go walking back to the manor as part of the training to get fit and rid of the extra pounds that are stuck in my hips. Sebastian may agree with me, as I'm sure he won't leave his researches for now till he finds what he's searching for, whatever it is.

I get dressed, ready to put my plan into action. I wear my socks and trainers, and I approach Sebastian's studying desk. I start to talk to him with a melodious voice, as harmonic as the voice of a siren.

Khawla: Se-eeeeeb...?

Sebastian is so focused, immersed in his old books that he jumps scared in hearing my voice next to him. His fierce amber eyes are wide open, and he's a little bit tremble too because of the fright of being caught disarmed.

Sebastian: Gosh, Khawla! You've scared the joys of life from my body!

I raised an enquiring eyebrow surprised by his reaction, as he always can hear me or smell me arriving, especially after I have taken a shower, and the fragrance of the soap is still strong. Sebastian is even more surprised in seeing me all dressed, ready to leave his studio.