42. Reign
CHAPTER 42
Reign
A nna was the most precious thing to me. And I’d give my entire heart to her if she wanted it. I’d carve it out of my body and use my last breath to tell her I loved her. My infatuation with her was a masterclass in pedagogy, aiding me in the art of disastrous desire and my all-consuming desperation for her.
Fuck I loved her so much.
Thankfully, the week was coming to a close. My body was still sore and aching from my rendezvous with Lane. For such an average motherfucker his bones sure were set on staying intact. I rolled my neck, remembering how much strength I exerted just breaking the humerus. It had never been that hard for me before.
I’m gonna have to start going to the fuckin’ gym. More time I must spend away from satiating my vixen’s needy cunt.
My dick hardened at the echo of his bones crushing under my grip. Feeling the tension right before the jagged edges ripped through the thin flesh was a memory I'd always cherish. I could still feel the muscle memory, my fists clenched and unclenched as I made my way to the art lab .
The building was only a bit of a brisk walk from Hawking Hall, but the unwelcoming cold made it feel endless. I tightened my peacoat around my body in an attempt to battle the relentless wind.
The doors opened with a rush of heat that was almost painful. I made my way through the winding halls, choking on the stench of acrylic paint and burning clays. The art department was a fucking waste of money; science is what mattered. Without it, I’d never have the knowledge of how to clean up human waste. Why spend time learning how to paint when energy is much better put forth learning how to singe skin with just a single compound, reducing it to less than ash?
I shook my head as a student with green hair and eyebrows passed me in a haste to get to class.
I rounded the corner to the room just before the kiln with my duffle and soiled clothing tucked inconspicuously under my arm when a student barreled into me.
“Shit.” He cursed as his dark green eyes met mine. They were murky in color, not bright and beautiful like my Anna’s. “Sorry.” He muttered, shoving shoulder-length dark brown hair out of his face.
His height rivaled mine, and he had about forty pounds more muscle than I did.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood, indicating danger. What the hell was this feeling I was getting? Ah well, what’re the chances we are both batshit fucking crazy, right?
“Yeah.” I scoffed as he brushed past me. I turned my eyes inside the empty classroom save for Ruby Northwood, who surreptitiously wiped tears from her porcelain face. “Did I interrupt something?” Confusion noticeably laced my tone.
“Not at all, Reign.” She stammered, stifling a fake cough, wiping at her face more. “You need to use the kiln?” Her change of subject was obvious.
I nodded curtly .
She motioned me further into the classroom and mindlessly organized papers on her desk, which were already neatly stacked. “Go ahead. I’ll wait for you to finish before locking up.”
I brushed her off. “No need, Dr. Northwood.” I flashed her what I hoped was a calm smile. “I can do that for you. I have class soon, so I’ll be hurrying out of here.”
Her glance flicked trepidatiously to the door where the student just exited. “Uh…” Her pale cheeks turned bright red, matching the color of her nail polish. Her tiny frame swayed as she flicked her gaze between me and the door. “Okay. Just please,” her hard stare burned into mine. “Make sure you lock the door.”
I wasn’t sure what had gotten her so jittery, but I really didn’t like company when burning my trophies from kills. I nodded and assured her I’d take care of the locked door. She wiped the back of her hand across her glistening lower lip in a fluid motion before hastily exiting.
Thoughts of her were swept away with her scent as she left me alone to contemplate the last few assignments for Chemistry 1313. The torched clothes screamed one last time, just as their victims did, while I watched the fabric burn. Leaving no trace of any misconduct.
After finishing that task, I washed my hands in the sink in the corner of the classroom just as my eye caught something on Ruby’s desk. A paper in red ink sat just under another. Curiosity tightened around me; I slid it out to read the sinister message.
A treasure so rare, a gem that shines bright in the shadows. Coveted by me alone, forever entrapped in my love’s dark embrace.
The ominous note was never meant for my eyes. I slid the paper back, refusing to allow my mind to wander .
I closed and locked up as promised and braved the cold, making my way to Hawking Hall.
I needed to see my vixen.