Hidden Fantasy-A Werewolf's Obsession

Chapter 9-Alessia

As I listened to Logan's response, a smile appeared on my face. As I took out my art equipment, we placed our beverages aside. Logan and I spent many hours sketching the details of the werewolf and the individuals along the lakeside. Every 5 minutes of drawing, we double-checked to make sure everything was flawless. I started drawing the werewolf beneath the full moon, which was a challenging task. I sketched gently with my pencil at first to ensure that any mistakes could be redrawn, but there were none. I started thinking about how I wanted the werewolf to be posed and decided on him howling on a cliff. It was a difficult labour, but I finished in nearly an hour. I checked in on Logan now and then to see what he was up to, and to my surprise, he was in full motivation mode as he worked on the individuals along the lake. After I finished my piece, all I could do was gaze since he was so delicate with each touch. As he drew, I sat there with my hand on my cheek, astounded. Logan glanced up and grinned after about 5 minutes of watching.

"What's the matter?" He inquired.

"Nothing," I murmured. "It's simply so satisfying to see you draw." He started laughing right away, which cheered me up a little. Then he went back to work on his painting, glancing at me now and then.

We began negotiating over the colours we would use after he was finished, but this took what seemed like hours. Then I squeezed paint into my palette and we began with just one commencer. My clothing was splattered with paint, but I didn't seem to mind. I was astonished that I was able to focus on the small strokes with far too much going on. For my werewolf, I used black and white, which looked like a good combo at that moment, but it came out fantastic. I continued to work, feeling as though this was one of the most enjoyable days of my life in a long time. We drank a little more of our drinks after we completed the painting while waiting for the painting to dry.

"That was the most fun I've had in days," I said through a cheer.

"Same," Logan responded, a twinkle on his face. After we were done, Logan and I closed our eyes to see the final product. We both gasped when we picked it up together. It was phenomenal. The main colour was a combination of blue, purple, and white, giving it a captivating appearance. The Individuals were painted in bright, light colours, making them the focal point of the artwork. They were pointing at the moon, and one of them, like me, had grey ombre hair.

"Is that me?" With a surprised expression on my face, I inquired.

He answered shyly, "Yeah, I needed someone to look at to sketch so I drew you."

"I like it," I remarked with a smile, and Logan's face lit up. Then we turned our attention to the moon and werewolves, which were painted in a variety of dark and light hues.

"It appears to be..." Logan began to speak but was cut off by Noah, who was speeding towards us.

He started shouting with a furious grimace on his face.

He inquired, "Where the hell did you go?"

"Ms Eldrod allowed us to take a break from our classes because something was wrong with the aviation potion," I stated.

"For the WHOLE DAY?" With a gulp, Noah remarked.

Then Noah glanced at our clothes and then Logan, I was just about to say something.

"Have you been painting?" With a confused expression on his face, he said.

"Yeah," I admitted clumsily.

"Well, it appears to be...AWESOME!" With a smirk on his face, he said. I smiled, but before I could say anything else, Noah yelled at us to clean up, and we immediately got to work. With a giggle, we all started cleaning, and Logan and I rushed to the bathroom to clean.

He smiled as he remarked, "That was fun."

"It was," I said as I got ready to clean up. I rapidly soaked my clothes in water before drying them in the dryer. This appeared to be beneficial. I washed my face and headed out as soon as I finished. I waited for Logan, but I figured he had departed as soon as school was out. I rushed to Noah and, with the help of an invisibility spell Noah had learnt, we hid the artwork. I gasped as a Rolls Royce parked in front of me and horned as we exited the front building. I assumed it was simply my driver, and that I could persuade him to let me go home, but I was startled as the glossy door swung wide. My father, dressed as an assassin in a black suit, stood in front of me.

"Hey, Dad," I murmured.

"How was your first day in the academy?" I immediately sensed something was awry when he asked in a soft tone.

I replied, "Yeah, it was great." I gave Noah a slow signal to depart, and he nodded as he walked away. My heart pounded in my chest as I anticipated what was about to happen. I looked at my father, who had an irritated expression on his face.

"We'll go home and speak about it," he remarked angrily before getting into his car. I took a deep breath inside, my body quivering with horror as I realised what was wrong with Dad. Recently, Micheal had to have told him everything.

I stepped carefully into the car, a tear streaming down my cheeks when I noticed Logan approaching from the entrance halfway through. He seemed concerned when he saw me crying, but I wiped my tears away and nodded. With that, I entered the car, fully aware of what was in store for me.

Noah

As I began to walk away from Alessia, who was driving away with her father, fear flooded my gut. I could tell she didn't get along well with her father straightaway. I started walking out of the Academy with my head bowed, only to discover Logan standing at the entrance. I tried to say hello, but he appeared to be deep in contemplation. Logan abruptly began to walk at a breakneck pace that horrified me to the point of inhumanity. I started sprinting after him right away, and before I knew it, I was lost in the streets of a foreign place.

Each road was shrouded in mist, and my heart began to race with panic. I started walking back towards the Academy slowly when I heard a scream from in front of me. With my palm on my chest, I slowly swallowed an invisibility potion and began approaching the disturbance. When I came close to a dead body on the floor, I almost shrieked. Two puncture wounds in his neck dripped blood, and I immediately recognised this as the work of a vampire. Slowly reaching the body, I injected a small amount of DNA from the victim's neck. As I walked back to my car, I clutched the bottle, praying that what I was thinking was incorrect...