24
Zachariah
I head back to my apartment to pack up my shit. There is no way in hell that I am going to stay away from her. I sent the notice to the administration that I found my match, so there shouldn’t be any issues with me moving into the match housing. As I go to unlock my door, it is already unlocked. I push open the door, looking around, and see Sarah spread out on my table naked. I rub my face.
“You need to leave now, and never fucking talk to me again.”
She stands up and pouts at me. I refuse to disrespect my match by looking at any part of her other than her eyes.
“Oh come on Zach, don’t be that way, news is that a teacher found their match and I know how that makes you feel, so why don’t you take your frustration out on me like you usually do, I promise I’ve been a very naughty girl while I was waiting for you.” She flutters her eyes at me.
“I’m the one who found their match. Now get out of my fucking apartment and don’t talk to me again unless it involves our students.”
“So that’s it huh, you’re going to throw all of this away for a little girl. Pfft, you’ll be back when you realize she can’t give you what I can.”
She walks away, and I slam the door behind me after she clears the doorway. I should never have started fucking her, but as an incubus, I need sexual energy to replenish my magic. Fuck, well guess it’s just going to be me and my hand for a while. Maybe I should let the match groups sit together in class. I can siphon off some of their energies while they are pawing at each other.
I don’t really have a lot of shit in here that I’d want to take with me. The table can now be set on fucking fire for all I care. I head to my bedroom to gather up my clothes and important papers and shit from in there. I do a last sweep of my room to make sure I’m not forgetting anything I’d want. The rest of it can be donated to an orphanage, except that table. It needs burnt. I grab my two duffle bags of shit and head towards the door. I will let the academy know the apartment is free, and anything in there is to be donated, well all except my guitar. I grab it off the wall and take it with me. It has been so long since I’ve played; I wonder how my match will react to hearing it. If she hasn’t experienced much in her life, does she know what music is?
Music is one of those magical things that can transcend languages, and can touch your soul in ways that nothing else can. It’s a power unto itself. Maybe this is how I will get her to open up to me.
My phone begins to vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out and see a message from Connor. I open it.
Connor: Her heart just started beating again, not sure how much longer she’ll be asleep for.
I don’t bother responding. Leaving the key in the door, I run towards her.