When The Monster Bites

Chapter 2- Cora

This man has watched over me the last three years he has been teaching at this school. Continuously, he has been so good to me. I don’t want to lose his friendship. I want to give him something good, in return.

“I’m seeing someone, Cora.” His eyes are downcast. My legs snap shut a millisecond later.

“I haven’t seen you since graduation night. It’s been a year! You disappeared!” He all but shouts disappeared. ‘I waited for you.’ He states lost. Nostrils flaring and teeth clenching anger starts radiating off him in waves.

“Now you show up once I have moved on! Drunk, I might add. Open your legs, I need to see what I have waited for.” He spits venomously.

Stunned, I remain unmoving.

“Open. Your. Legs.” He only stares waiting for my next move.

I stand defiant, shock leaving my system. “Are you going to blackmail me?” I whisper, my voice sounding hypnotic wrapping around Professor Orions neck, a silent noose. No one commands me, not anymore.

“No, Cora. I have missed your stubbornness. I have missed the way you smile so mischievously. The darkness that you try to hide.” He smiles defeated.

Even now, I see that brain is in overdrive trying to outpace my own. Planning the next move down to the second. Tolerating my feelings to gain in the end.

He isn’t all wrong. I think weighing my options. I do feel something for this man, but it isn’t love. I want him and the way he loves me. Someone like me will never find her mate. Sauntering to him with a slight swish to my hips, I smile letting his words stitch old wounds but not receiving his full message. Not fully healing my wounds.

“Stop! Do not come any closer or use your manipulation on me!” He yells stopping my slow progression. His voice is raised with a trace of fear.

He knows. f**k my life…How much does he know? I sharpen my eyes at him, suspicious. He cannot possibly know of the hunger I carry for human male flesh. How terribly, uncomfortably empty my stomach seems to be right now. The weight of destroying life forces good or evil. Guilt clings to me day and day out, a serpent wrapped around my throat like a noose. I wished for a different lineage every day.

“Do you fear me, Orion?” Sadness washes over me as my voice laces with that of my siren song. I do not wish for Orion to fear me but I need to know. To calm him only. For the truth.

I continue, ignoring the shouted command. “Orion, tell me why I should spare you now that you know.” Pushing him back I am careful not to touch him, I perch on the desk just in front of him taking in every minute facial expression. His life hangs in the air but he gave no clue to what he was thinking.

Is he still resisting me? He is fighting the pull. Surprising… given no one has resisted me yet during a manipulation.

“No.” He states simply to my shock.

I can hear calmness in his voice with his adamant ‘no’. His mind is in a more vegetative state but I can tell he still is not quite under my control. I need to be careful. I learned of my power only a year ago.

“All you have to do is ask.” Slowly lifting my gaze from my incessant nail picking, he meets my gaze head on.

How is he breaking the manipulation? Maybe, I shouldn’t chomp on his heart. Could the Professor help me?

“Yes, Cora, I can but you have to trust me.”

“How in the f**k did you do that, ORION!” the freak genius read my damn mind.

“I have honed my own powers over the years Cora. Like I said, I’ve been waiting for you.

I may have left out the fact that Orion was a classmate before a professor here at the academy for half breed orphans. We grew up together, Orion has saved me from many beatings from teachers and students alike. Not that I always deserved help. Before Orion even graduated he was offered a job teaching. That was three years ago.

Orion’s help only made me hate him. I was not a rule follower, and he seemed to have a way of never getting caught. For the smallest infractions, I would receive punishments that always included a physical blow.

I never gave Orion the time of day until he became my professor this past year. Something shifted in our relationship, changing my view of him. I loved watching him teach the history of the paranormal. He knows just about everything there is to know about the seven realms and their inhabitants. Why I didn’t think of this before now I have no idea. He could help me.

I know I shouldn’t consume his soul and eat his delicious looking finger bones. I’m just so hungry. My mouth salivates thinking about his tasty treats.