Good Night Sweetheart

Monster

Making it to the college in far less time than the GPS said I should. I park the car asking for professor Barns's office. I'm almost there when I smell her. In the hall, I can hear her softly crying; no one else would hear it, but my ears pick it up just fine, and I follow the sound.

I open the door to the dark storage room to find her sitting on a stack of boxes, crying. I rush to her, and she looks uninjured, but her tear-stained face says otherwise.

"Libby, what happened?" I ask, kneeling before her and cupping her face in my hands. She's understandably shocked to see me, but she cries more, throwing her arms around me.

"Please just take me home." Her voice muffled and broken. Scooping her up in my arms and leaving with her gets us a few odd looks, but she keeps her face buried in my shoulder, and her hair makes it impossible to see her. Getting her to my car and buckling her in the seat, I join her, but she won't look at me or even say anything the entire way back to her house. I want so much to know what upset her so much.

I pull up to her house, and she shakes her head "no, not here. He knows where I live." Her eyes are wide, looking over at me, panicked.

"What happened, Libby? What are you talking about?" I ask as anger and my own feelings taking over.

"Just not here." She pleads, so I think of the only other place I can take her. My new house in the woods.

"Okay, will you tell me what happened if I take you somewhere else?" I ask, going to move her hair, but she flinches from me, making me stop. What in the hell happened to her and how do I fix it are the only thing I can think of as I grip the wheel, making it creak. She sniffles next to me, breaking my soul apart. We pull up to my new home, and she shifts a little, looking out the window.

"I just moved out here, so you'll have to forgive the mess." I try to look at her, but she just shrugs, opening the door. I get out, joining her, and she looks at the ground.

"Come on, Sweetheart, I'll get you inside. It's cold out here. She lets me guide her inside; the place is less of a mess than I thought. The movers did a better job putting most of the furniture in place this time, but boxes are stacked everywhere.

She makes her way to the kitchen sitting on one of the stools by the wide island counter. I get her a glass of water, and she takes it, looking at me. The look in her beautiful eyes breaks my heart, and she looks away.

"Please talk to me, Libby. I need to know what has you so upset." Gently turning her face to look at me, she starts to tear up again, shaking her head.

"I can't." She murmurs, looking down again.

"You can tell me anything," I tell her, trying my best to reassure her into opening up to me. I can smell another person all over her, and my brain has already put the pieces together. "Did he do something to you? Did he hurt you?" I kneel down, looking up at her under her hair.

"He tried to." She whispers, closing her eyes, and a tear falls, hitting my cheek. "He told me if I say anything about what happened, he'll fail me, and I won't graduate. I was so stupid to agree to be his assistant, but I needed to make rent." She trails off again, and I'm glad she did. He put his hands on what I already see as mine. I can't think of anything other than ending him. I haven't taken a human life in over seventy years, but I will gladly end his. Right now, she needs me to keep it together, and I take a steady breath.

"He never should have done that," I mutter more to myself than anything. She wraps her arms around my neck, slipping down off the stool as I pull her in close to me, letting her cry.

"How will I ever go to class again? I'm going to fail with only few weeks left. I hit him and ran from his office as soon as I could. I know he's going to fail me now." She shakes sobbing.

"It's okay, Sweetheart. I won't let that happen. I promise you it's going to be fine." I hold her letting her cry for so long, there on the floor when her breathing evens out and her sobs stop. I look at her face to see her sleeping. She cried herself to the point of exhaustion.

Getting up with her in my arms, I carry her to my room, placing her in the middle of the bed and finding a blanket to cover her. Watching her sleep and her brows scrunch in a frown, knowing she's dreaming of what happened to her, I know what I'm about to do is wrong, but I don't care. He won't get away with touching what is mine and hurting her the way he has.

I can smell him all over her, which makes me smile menacingly; he'll be much easier to find now. Leaving her here like this kills me, but so does the thought of letting this man get away with hurting her.

Rushing out the door and speeding my way back to the college, I plan to start at the creeps office, and if he isn't there, I'm sure he'll be easy to find. My anger rages as I drive, thinking of her crying so hard. She didn't tell me everything that happened; I know it, but I know enough.

The campus is deserted now; a few giggling girls are off in the distance. I'm about to head into the building when I catch his scent still mixed with hers. Growling and following it, it leds me to the overweight, balding professor at the far end of the parking lot. Grabbing hold of him and carrying him with me to the trees is easy enough he can't fight something like me off. We were made to kill humans.

Pinning him to a tree and staring him in the eyes, I need to know, "What did you do to her?" I growl out the words, and he looks like he might piss his pants. I know what I look like now, and it's far from pleasant burning, red eyes in my distorted features, and, fangs ready to end his pathetic life.

"Who did what to who." He stutters out, sweating and losing color in his face.

"You know who." I spit, and he pales even more.

"Oh, Miss Carson. I didn't do anything she didn't want. I don't know what she told you, but she wanted it." He claims, making my grip on his throat tighten.

"Stop lying to me," I order, moving closer to his face.

"Okay, okay. I only kissed her." He tries.

"Still lying." I move in, sinking my teeth into him. I am struggling to know who the real monster is here. Me or him, I let my rage take over, and when I let him go, he falls to the ground. I may have made everything worse for her and myself now.