cricket's cry

"My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pain

 My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drain---"

*Knock, knock*

'Jeez, is it artic inside?'

"Sir... "I glanced inside only to know the atmosphere inside without looking up to meet any of those posh eyes that were lost in those alluring contexts the professor of literature, Professor Arther, my latest custodian was reading through those thin lips of his drawing at the deepest end of all emotions himself, and quivered, holding my frigid blooded knuckles (shit, I didn't even get time to clean the blood off! however, this must play as a sympathy trick, right?

Pov- maybe like an alluring scent to a vampire?) within my uncertain grip that was burning from the frosty numbing, my joints must have trapped inside of all the dense cold that had touched me from all that wandering around the 'forbidden' ruins of the university with that...

'That...'

that scar, that scare, and that terror all combined with...

'You must be terrified.' 

'Ha! Interesting, are you still stupid enough to stand here unaided like a pawn within a bully's game?'

...my mindlessness and stupidity in trusting that filthy person runs through that white-blank screen inside my skull.

And still- why does my heart feel so hefty like a cloud ready to burst into rain, when I curse him as a 'filthy person'?! 

'Come on, will! you had given more than enough chance to him, more than he must have deserved!' I hit myself with real reality, however, my innermost soul declared otherwise,

'Every scar holds a story.' 

"Ah-STOP!!!" "Blood!!"

12 years ago, those fangs that drove into my warm-blooded veins right where my blooded hand touched my skin still felt that hard coldness.

'of course, I must be a fool if I don't agree with something that I have gone through, I don't own any right to neglect it.

I have been forbidden by these crying memories of that hell night of that 12-year-old occurrence.'

abruptly, snapping out of that remembrance,

"Oh, dear wisteria..."

gorgeous grandpa hauled his golden specs of an ancient extent to the tip of his thin sliding nose sparing just enough that this delicate piece of art might not fall from such a smooth slide while those rims of golden chained thread fell from each corner to his crooked shoulders like chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the seventh heaven, and he let out a wide-spread smile as if he couldn't compose his happiness within himself anymore as he gaze at me, who was drawn into mess!

however, 

what is that exultation that rests on his face? the exultation which shall leave me baffled for some uncertain reason. 

"...my darling wisteria..." he continued with the same temperament, slamming that thick book he held within the impossible grip of his right hand and placing it on the round table next to where he stood carefully, somehow making that uncertainty into truth as he continued further with his feet moving towards me,

".... what have I instructed you?"

"...." my skin grew colder, and goosebumps started to rise.

'...I must admit...I'm quite strict in my terms.'

Uhho!

now that I rethink my unexpected interruption do have a gigantic effect with that curt break in the mesmerizing verses from some Shakespeare's era that was being delivered with utmost sincerity and serenity which one could only darn themselves for causing such a damn pull, he must have felt!

Does that mean I'm dead already? and to at the hands of another vampire brother? (I had survived one in the demolished site of the university but now?!) 

"...Professor... I'm sorry! I'm very very sorry, Professor Arther! please forgive me!" I bent my whole upper body apologizing without standing any other argument...like I already hadn't enough argument for today?! 

"Oh, my sweetling..."

what the hell! was that a chuckle of a sadist?!

he touched my floor-facing forehead (wait he was a few meters away right now, wasn't he?!!!) with the uneasy chill escaping from his muscular hand lifting my baffled skull (of course, I am not yet used to this flash speed!!!!) to meet his face had a squared facial structure unlike his brother's whose face was, a peninsular chinned face however, those shade of eyes were similar to amber but, his eyes were cozy and gleaming in joy, unlike those frozen amber from the Jurassic period.

"Why do you smell funny, my dear?"

Bloody fish!

"Ahem...I-I got in some accident" I whispered with a silly smile taking my step behind from that uncomfortable closeness.

also, why the hell did I smile? 

"Were you hurt, belle?" he pulled my hand together in his icy grasp, closing the gap more than it was before.

"Em...professor, I'm...alright." I declared focusing away from his face, God am I feeling too hot against a cold beast?! 

this feeling is somehow...identical too...

"Most definitely?" when did these amber eyes become so concealing and concerned?! like... 'Are you hurt?' that touch? 

I blushed away covering my face away and coughing, clearing my mind of that chilling touch at the demolished site, why am I even remembering that? - " *cough* most definitely." and drew my hand from his clench, however, his face stated dissatisfaction.

however, this dissatisfaction can be stretched the whole day but behind whole class sat with their eyes ready to bulge out of their sockets, one sat even biting her lips not just one but, a pack of vamps- the one who was biting her lip clenched her hand around the shoulder of that identical man as if pulling his reign, oh the vengeance seeker, Zezie and his 'babe' Ela Doman.

"Professor Arther..." he eagerly hunched his body towards me on just my murmur, is he a pervert or something? 

however, certainly, I must be looking like a pervert in the end! 

"...Sir, can you continue with the class now?" 

these words got him into an awkward smile, and he lifted his vacant hand to brush my face as he carried on speaking-

"What else are we here for, querida--" but I held his hand before it could touch my face, and my eyes looked straight into his gaze with an unsaid spirit, and a tiny moment of silence followed but our eyes were speaking and sparkling. 

especially his, that grin with seductive charm but I stood breath held with unshaken faith, holding my eyelids open and wide, struggling to keep up yet keeping up somehow-

(You gonna win this starring game, baby! you gonna do it!!!) 

and meanwhile,

(Hn, are you stupid enough to compete with a vampire in the Gawk game?)

he blinked...and turned around towards the class which was on the brink of falling on their chins, 

did I just win this starring game?! 

I was so puzzled as I blankly understood my whole surrounding, looking at the lost vampire cum professor cum custodian who was walking away- should I do a triumph dance or what?! 

"Miss Stone, please come inside."

Wait...did he just get bitten by a bug? A bug called Professor Tyler's bite?! 

the way he said so calling me Miss Stone rather than Wisteria...coldly with that gaze piercing, said so.

I walked inside that door towards the sitting arrangements where many of my batchmates sat with disgusted faces, my eyes and feet began dragging to the white-marbled floor and my lips stitched together, 

God, I shouldn't have come to the class in such a self-loathing condition. 

"Stone" However, as I was proceeding toward the dirty emptied last seats, the professor's words ceased me halfway, 

'Is he going to punish me now? maybe expel me from the class?! Like his brother did?'

"Come introduce yourself in the front." 

However,

what the hell!!!

I never expected it to be that...heinous for me,

do I have the option of being expelled available? 

******

"Morning Juliet...how have you been?" the feminine alpha, Dione jumped down the widespread tree that she must have been sitting in that green cold forest, all in those shorts and a cut-sleeved shirt, within this jungle that rested within the walls of this university, greeting the frowning hot pink-haired girl, who was like a ticking boom however,

Like a 5-year-old unruly kid, the alpha yanked her (own)face down to have a clearer look at Luna's lour face,

"Ohh, did someone kick your ass, Gabby? "

"Stop messing around, Dione! You know exactly how am I feeling!!!"

That blasted!

"...Viber loath me to another extent even if I have tricked Willy from your 'sweet pill', still every kind of closeness won't matter until it's mutual! A mutual between me and my alpha! And all you are doing is having fun pulling tricks with me and my desperation! "

"tricks, darling? " still her confidence and her crooked smile didn't wither away,

"Then what word do you want me to describe your idiotic idiosyncrasy?"

"I call this gambit" she smirks, however, Luna turned to grab her hand behind her back, twisting it mercilessly,

"a gambit? ha! Do you genuinely assume, Dione that I won't know your habit of never putting your hand without anticipating returns at first?"

The rue eyes abruptly shine at Luna's observations, and she breaks off her grip, clenching Luna's throat like a predator in ambush leaving not even a second to act and restore the grip in defense, the warm-blooded predator said with that rasping voice of hers,

"Luna, Luna, Luna...you know You are worthy of becoming 'an alpha'... but... Only one thing...is enough to plunge the universe to its extinction"

"agh... That's--? " The Luna struggles from that 'playful' clench that was squeezing tight as Alpha lifts the thin lass only in support of one hand-

"You have dense fog forging within your marbles, dear"

And threw Luna away with those final words, crashing her into the midst stalk of the oak tree, while Dione curdled her wrist with an emotionless state stating-

"Stick to the plan, dear"

However,

"*cough* What *cough* What's the return? What's yo.....RETURN!!! " even after such severe injury, she still the luna got stuck to only this one question, the response that left her, the proud luna all flummoxed -

"That wax doll"

******

Is it really necessary?

"Hey girly, we don't have a whole day here! " Zezei must have never known how else he could have ever taken revenge in this way,

"Hey, it's something that has been taught in the 2-3rd grades."

Anyway, I took a deep breath and began with noble thoughts of 'slow and steady with the race',

"Ahem... Morning everyone present out here... I'm Willow ---"

However,

"Hey, cricket's cry is not audible from here! "

Agh.... This annoying creature!!!!

(hey readers, 

what the hell just happened?

Yeah, let me sleep it's 4:36 already in the morning after sitting straight for 4-5 hours straight.

Okay, then night.

Your author)

*****

Spoiler:

Sleep tight within my arms, and you shall never know the pain again.