Existence failed!
"Hnh! *Panting*! May-May, I come...come in, professor?!" Hanging onto the edge of the portico of the gigantic music hall, the hall which was erupting with the already filled chitters of those students, I cried out hefty, Catching my heart rate which was far levitated than usual with so formed lactic acid bubbling into my muscles that hurts my legs so much that they were on the verge of collapse and the sweat dripping down my face flushing off any sensation of cold in my body,
But, I am here! I am here now! That victorious feeling filled my lungs!
And shouldn't I be?!
Who could have believed that I would have run through like flash from that isolated part of the University to the innermost part of the university castle, by the idealistic tip-top 6:45?!
Sounds Hyperbole?!
"Everybody take your seats!" Professor Tyler spoke in his youthful yet serious voice, making every chitter hush, as he stood up with a neutral expression on his face, from his work table that was swept with bundles of sheets rather than some musical instruments like a flute or something maybe which felt more musical or artistic on the table?!
Regardless, the whole hall was quiet in cold silence and every single spine straight, even I who was breathing recklessly was no exception-even for once my pang in my legs was killed by the intense jolt of the frequency of his voice and not just his heal thud on the floor in its rise voice that echoed throughout, but he didn't even give any glance to the gate not even once, as if my presence was all in the air!
But, the pain which vanished for once, grew intense speaking through my legs as I feel them growing numb and numb, but what I could complain?!
And all those present is that group of students on a chair, on which he was looking with his almond-shaped spindled amber eyes,
Abruptly, as if a lamp was lit in my skull,
ugh...he's surely taking last night's bitterness on me!
"Predator... Blood..."
That sick feeling rose inside me, the last night, and that 12-year-old nightfall...
"I said everyone!" he shouted as I blinked my eyes walking myself from my daydream, but,
now everyone's seating even straighter, What is he even implying?!
' You stupid girl, he is talking about you! '
My brain flicks stiffer and baffled by the situation, I hustle into the hall, withdrawing any eye contact or anything, taking the last of the full benches, that only which was spared just between some boys- in the middle of that row, although I wanted to sit with Nev who I had failed to capture by my eyes without a seat where was I suppose to sit on her head?!
But, to my surprise, neither Nev nor Mary is in class! Where are they?! And without me?! They better have explanation!
And to these boys, where's the respect for a lady?!
But, I couldn't fight for a" lady " seat right now in such an emergency moment, can I?!
"Excuse me..." I grinned at those group and shifted through these shallow regions between their legs that had stuffed that mere area but they pulled their feet for my easy movement, how generous they are, although it was yet difficult, and with those feet that were killing me, you do know how much it hurt with every movement,
finally, I fall my ass to that hard wooden chair which was kind of uncomfortable but it still felt like a big burden was torn off me and this sensation of relaxation filled me!
Seriously, if I would have stood for more, I would have fallen into paralysis!
"My cohort's upcoming students, hope you have all befriended your companion for the next four years of study..." Professor started in enlightenment, and his face so still said every word ostensibly, that even my pudgy gaze which was close to plunging drowsy lighten in an impulsive,
"...But there was one student who had not been known earlier to you and is new to our lecture..."
Is he talking of me?!
A sudden jolt of impulse broke in me as the cold ruthless professor looked down straight into my eyes-
Yes, it's m---
Finally, I am getting some uplift from the professor!
" Miss Pipo Luke..."
Wait what?!
The girl with dark hair and skin almost matching the lip color, just a row away from me stood up with a shy smile,
But, I... Was blown up into flames,
I wasn't in the lecture also!
Of course, he surely is passing my existence into nothingness! And the reason is his iceberg size ego that had to drown Titanicn...
Unexpectedly,
"...Were you running in a marathon?!" a whisper from my right, and I looked to the side moving my head away from that hola on the devil straight from hell, and this large afro guy who sit just next to me smile a bit offering his handkerchief,
"No, I was running from an Ogre... " I chuckled and took the hanky from his hand with impishness, moving it over my forehead soaking some sweat onto the cotton cloth,
"I'm...Krio... " He grins leaning a bit to whisper clearly in my ear---
But, suddenly in a grimace,
A warning tag was read as loud as cultivating the apprehension of even wiggling my eyelash-
"If I see a single person wiggle a nerve during my class, they will be back to their residence with immediate effort!"
the lecture was on again, and I pull back away with my eyes shimmering in apology- the apology for not continuing our talk anymore, to which his face does seem dull but then he smile back and I planted my complete focus on only one now, - our handsome vampire professor (aka. The rude guy)! My very first lecture!
"Preceding yesterday's oration...let's begin again with the question- 'What is music in your opinion?'" Professor Tyler asked posing up with a great thought fullness,
Leaving everyone or at least me in bafflement -
Firstly,
How can I define music?! And without wiggling even my single nerve?!
Through telepathy?!
"producing pleasing or expressive combinations of tones, especially with melody, rhythm, and usually harmony," the girl on the foremost benches said rapidly, but,
"No!" the professor declared clearly and soundly with his indefirrenciate expression,
However, that definition, she gave was the same which has been the most basic which we have been made to take as it is before, why penitent he didn't like that one?!
"It's a vocal or instrumental-"
"No!"
But...as if the professor wasn't satisfied by any,
"I am not asking for a bookish definition, express what you sense about music--"
"Music... Is a sensation, a sensation of harmony that weave through the heart- as if pearls in a string forming a necklace or like a needle straight through the chest..."
Who said it?! Was it... Seriously me?!
All the necks turned to me, and all eyes stick on me, including those eyes that I admire and fear both, professor's eyes replenished with astonishment for the first time as far as I have seen them,
But Still,
I couldn't believe what I just said, it was as if I was speaking in my thought But it come out so effortlessly...of my lips,
Abruptly, he blinks his eyes infringement eye contact, and wheezes backing on the topic and ignoring my existence-
"Ahem...Everyone, next question..."
But, what was that face?!
******
Miss Schultz enters a giant room without even giving a knock-
"Here, the documents have gone legal now, you are her official custodian now..." and put the documents with red stamps on the main table in the mid of the room, where Professor Arthur silently sat reading some midvein novel-
"Thank you, Sussane..." he enunciates,
But, she crossed her arms looking at the careless vampire-
"You know Thank you is not indulging, Arthur..."
He presses his arm onto the table, lifting his gaze complicated and swarthy with a smirking devil-
"Then... What's your deepest desire?!"
"Don't forget our bargain!" She bangs her fist on the table aggressively and turns back leaving instantaneously as her face was red with anger but behind her, he smirk,
"Forbearance is formidable..." and pulled a nib of the fountain pen into his wrist without any hesitation,
And, blood almost immediately breaks out of the hole he made, running all over down on his hand falling to the carpet dot to dot...
"Yet fun..." he laughed like a madman,
(Hwy readers,
God knows why and what am I writing cause I don't feel like getting any response from your side lately even if I try my best, it's depressing yet I accept this fate maybe tomorrow will be my day,
Yours,
Author)