The Main Predator!
1231 Words
Seraphina's POV
After the class rep's announcement, all the students left the classroom. Some who were close to the dead professor ran out in tears while others went to see the body.
The corpse was hung naked in the forest. His body was also dismembered.
I've seen tons of corpses, but I'm not sure I would last long if I went and watched that scene. Besides, I can't go there since I'm blind.
By the time I slipped into the corridor, the hallway pulsed with chatter. Whispers left and right. Jokes and even laughter.
Laughter?
The academy didn't mourn. It buzzed with excitement like the death of someone is just a normal routine here.
It's going to take me a long time to understand this school.
I drifted through the noise like a ghost, cane tapping softly, with my hand tracing the wall. Thanks to their discussion, no one focused on me. It felt like I was invincible but my ears absorbed everything.
"Did you see it? His body was hung between two trees."
"They said he was naked."
"And his lower half was gone... like some kind of sacrifice. It seems like he was tortured. Insane, right?"
My hand tightened around the cane until my knuckles ached.
They spoke about mutilation the way normal students spoke about midterms. Like death was just another lecture topic here.
My father's voice echoed...
'Sera, those kids are monsters. Every last one. Don't trust, don't pity, don't falter.'
I finally understood my father's words since I never expected this.
I veered toward the library... the one place I could pretend to belong for a while since I couldn't return to my dorm.
The oak doors groaned open, spilling out the scent of dust, old paper, and lemon polish. Since most of the students had run to gape at the professor's body. In here, only a few stragglers were whispering in the corners.
I moved between shelves, fingers trailing spines, counting the bumps of raised letters. I couldn't read them... but only touched them.
"I guess this is shelf one hundred and three and it's..." I paused and traced the letters close to the number with my fingers. "... Oh! It's Biographies. Tsk! Wrong one!"
I grumbled and was about to move to the next shelf when a hushed conversation caught my ear. Three girls sat tucked near the far tables whispering. More like... Gossiping.
"Thanks to this incident, Cassie will be swamped with the investigation. She's president... of course she'll lead it."
I furrowed my brows wondering who Cassie was.
"They could've given it to Lucian," another giggled. "But he's Alpha. He's got more important duties. Politics, you know?"
"Cassie's perfect for him anyway. Don't they make such a pair? He's so sweet and she's going to be the next Luna to Lucien Veyron,"
The name slammed into me.
Lucian Veyron.
Veyron.
The surname clawed through my chest like glass. My father had carved that name into my childhood. Aldric Veyron... the monster he destroyed. The man whose cruelty had hollowed me out long before I set foot here.
And now his son was attending this academy. Of course, he had to. He's walking these halls and wearing that damn name like a crown.
My stomach flipped.
Mini-Veyron.
I almost pulled out my phone. Almost sent word to my father. But I stopped myself. My hand hovered over my bag.
No. Not yet. I needed more. More information before I send them all to Father.
The girls kept gushing and I listened again while pretending to pick a book. I flipped them open with my ears wide open.
"He was helping Cassie this morning. Carrying boxes, and taking notes. He's so kind."
"He's everyone's dream mate."
"Total gentleman."
I clenched my jaw.
'Gentle? Sweet? What the hell were they seeing? How can a Veyron be gentle and kind?'
I annoyingly shoved the book back into the shelf and the loud thud attracted attention to me.
The whispers shifted to me this time.
"That's the new girl in class C,"
"I heard she has a device... She carries a phone. I bet my dinner she's faking the blind act."
"Who comes here blind anyway? What family sends a useless wolf? She's not going to last for a week anyway, that's why no one's paying attention to her,"
I tucked my hair under my head warmer and ignored them.
Silence was the sharpest weapon I had especially since I was a prey here.
The library clock chimed. And it was time for the afternoon classes.
I gathered my things slowly and made my way to the lecture hall.
The room was almost full when I slipped in. I found an empty desk in the back and sank into it. I could feel everyone's gaze on me and their whispers hitting me like arrows. They don't care about me, because I'm blind.
'Bunch of fools! Just wait when I reveal your secret, I'll make you all pay!'
While cursing them in my mind, my pen slipped from my fingers, rolling under the desk with a soft clatter.
's**t!'
My heart sank, knowing that I had to pick it up.
If I moved too quickly, I'd break character. So I lowered myself carefully, fumbling on the floor with slow, exaggerated motions.
The laughter started immediately, as if I were a piece of entertainment for them.
"Look at her wiping the filthy floor with her hands. That's disgusting!"
"She can't even pick up a pen," a girl whispered and they laughed.
"I doubt she has awakened yet. No superpowers. Nothing at all!"
Superpowers? Hold on! Do these dogs have superpowers? Like magic? Isn't that unfair?!
I quit thinking and continued searching. I could see the pen but I couldn't just grab it.
"Blind and powerless. I wonder what family she is from. They must have sent her here since they were tired of her,"
Their words prickled against my skin. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I kept my face empty. It's not like it's affecting me that much.
The laughter swelled... until heavy footsteps cut through it.
The air shifted as all the conversations died mid-breath.
"Look! It's Lucian," someone breathed.
My chest clenched tight.
'Lucian Veyron. In my class?'
Of course, he would be. Of course, fate would corner me here.
The familiar cedar scent reached me before he did and it made me feel something else instead.
A shadow fell over my hands and I stopped searching.
Fingers brushed the floor, then brushed mine. He picked up the pen and pressed it into my palm, his touch lingering for a long moment.
"Here you go," he said, his voice velvet and razor both. "Don't lose it again,"
Hold on! That voice! Isn't it the murder from yesterday? Or is it someone else? No! There's no way I'm mistaken him for someone else. That scent and that voice...
"Do you need help getting up too?"
My throat closed. I forced myself to mumble,
"No, thanks," barely audible.
But he didn't move. He didn't move to a seat or away from me.
The silence of the classroom pressed against me.
Every student stared, waiting for something to happen.
And that's when he leaned closer. I flinched as his warm breath brushed against my ear, and his silky, yet, cold voice ruined that warmth.
"We meet again, Little Owl."
- Writer
