Chapter 9-2

"Um, I'll be right back, I think I forgot something in the dining hall," I told them and they just nodded their heads.

I turned and walked into the music room that Nova was in.

"So, you came just liked I asked."

"Yes," I tried my best not to stutter, "Why did you want to see me like this?"

I was scratching the back of my head while trying not to look at him. I heard the door close behind me as he started to walk towards me. I looked down and saw the bent light around my leg. Then I jumped in surprise, when I looked back up and right into his bright red eyes. Staring in those red eyes, I could tell the difference between his and Bram's. Bram had a type of hypnotizing hunger with a tender passion hidden inside them. But, all I see in Nova's eyes is a burning possessiveness and smoldering lust that scared me.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he pushed me against the wall.

"I am taking what should be mine."

I was taken by surprise and I froze when he kissed me. I felt no love in the kiss. I felt his hand move and he started to rip my shirt off. As soon as I got over my shock, I pushed him away.

"Stop!"

"You know you want more," he said as I started to push him away again.

He grabbed my wrist and my first reaction was to scratch him with my free hand. I did not realize that my claws were out until I already hit him. He had four bleeding scratches on his left cheek.

"Bitch!" He used my other arm to throw me to the table.

I was dazed from the hit but I could hear him storm out while cussing. Something smelled metallic but my brain was slightly hazy, which caused me to fall to the ground. My eyesight got extremely blurry when I attempted to focus.

"Ow, that really hurt," I said out loud to no one, "Damn, where are my glasses?"

I tried my best to look for them, but it was difficult because of how hard I hit the table, and that I am almost blind as a bat without my glasses. That is weird when I think about it, a werebear that is a blind as a bat. I felt something tap my nose as my vision got clearer.

"Thank y-" I was in the middle of saying when I realized my helper was a moving black tentacle thing.

It made a weird purring noise as it turned a dark green then black again.

'Could this be a small shadow that Bram is controlling?'

"Do you know Bram?" It nodded its 'head' at the question, "is there any way for you to tell him to come over here?"

It nodded its 'head' faster, and then I saw part of it break off and move away. I guess the shock of meeting the little shadow helped me focus but now the shock was over, I fainted.

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"Ash! Open your eyes please!" I heard someone calling me from beyond my senses.

I finally opened my eyes and it took me a few seconds to realize that it was Bram was calling my name. The words sounded a little odd to my ear as if I was hearing them from under a pillow. Then, I saw tear streaks down his cheeks and more tears still falling. It was strange to see his eyes as a mix of dark red and green.

"Hey, why are you crying?"

"Because you turned fully white and there was so much blood coming out of your head."

"Oh."

I started slowly sitting up and that is when I noticed that he was missing his button-up shirt. I never realized before that he actually had a nice fit body. It did not have too many muscles and he was lean. I tried my best to stop staring at the naked chest in front of me. Friends are not supposed to stare at friends like this.

"Where's your shirt?"

"On you."

"Oh."

I watched as the little Darkie, the name I decided to call the small darkness, hold up a small compact mirror and I finally saw the damage to my head. My face looked so ashen, I tried my best not to laugh, and the right side of my head was covered with parts of my shirt. One of my ears was slightly bent and covered in dried blood. I quickly fixed his shirt so it would not look strange on me. I looked over to the table and I saw a bent metal tray on it. I must have a hard head to cause that damage.

"Thank you Darkie, for holding the mirror." I told it and its body vibrated like it was purring.

"You called the sprite Darkie?" Bram asked while trying not to laugh.

"Well, it helped me put my glasses on and brought you over here, so I named it Darkie."

Darkie slithered over to me and I petted it's 'head'.

"I feel better, so can I go to class now?" I begged with my puppy eyes.

"Fine, but if you look weak afterwards then you are going to the nurse."

"Yes sir!" I saluted him and I saw in the corner of my eye, that Darkie saluted as well.

"The first week isn't even over and it seems that you been to nurse's office every day."

"So have you."