Traitor, Professor Arther!

"Huff...SID, SID!!!! " Plunging the breath in and out rapidly through his nostrils, the loner one bellowed wiping the pearly drops of sweat off his well-proportionated face, pounding deeper than marine trench-

'Where the hell did, he go?!' 

the human feet he had gusted hatefully like a cheetah sprinting through the forests of Africa but, now his muscles were filled with lactic, and a sore pain spread through his body especially, the clench he still felt around his neck, that strong jaw that won't let go of his skin's. 

'I ought to be foolish to agree for something I must have already anticipated this should have such an ailing effect on the pack.' 

'Shit! That goddamned varmint!' the strong golden-headed alpha fell to his knees, gasping for breath, as he recalled some fragment of memories that were tracing within his skull-

"Why-why can't I nuff stand...?" 

"Mr. Viber, you had your cervical nerve injured during that incident which means--... I'm afraid but this will take a finite amount of time to recover." 

"You-You agh... haven't told Willy, did...you?!" he ejaculates hurriedly grabbing the white cloth around his abdomen to ankles, trying to lift the naked and muscular upper portion, but...he falls from the proximity of a few centimeters, however, the angry Miss Olivia, and pulls the wolf in the human form downed by the force of her bare human hands, 

"Calm down, no one has been informed about your condition yet...and no one will be until' you present your consent, alpha." 

"Ugh....thank you, miss." 

"Pleasure is all mine" She sighed and lifted her hand off the frightful boy's shoulder, veering around towards the table that lay next to that bed, which was gigantic and stained in the wolf's blood, 

"Miss...." 

abruptly, she spun peeking behind at the wolf lying like a corpse gazing at the white ceiling of the infirmary endlessly. 

"...How much longer this finite will...last?" 

"As per the progress your immunity has attained, you have regained the human form that does say the finite has already begun and by a few hours or days, you will certainly be back on your feet. however, a complete diet, no recklessness, and a wholesome rest, only will major recovery and if not, God forbids, will only result in your body falling into paralysis." 

Paralysis?! Didn't she say paralysis?!

'Am I not that pretty pitiful here?' he sought with a morn that he wanna howl so bad and plunge his true form out of his core however, his core aches thinking of that enormous transformation. the pain was already hiking through his spine crushing his skull of his 'mirad' condition.

'I'm an alpha and it must be a shame to my kin if I couldn't get up from this sickness and Devore that varmint into two! that would be utmost shame!!'

"Ahem...it's not something worth mentioning but (Miss Olivia begins without meeting those aqua gazes) ...last night, Willy was antipathic to leave you alone while you were under insentience." 

'Will...'

he thought and that gentle smile of Her's, warm and gentle calling out his name- (Vibe) that gradually appeared in front of his blurry vision which he finally opened his eyes to reality.

'Will...' 

now he was all alone sitting like a samurai in Japanese manga over the moist grass bed where the cold and mist were remarkable and must have uncovered him like a puppy in a blanket, 

"...have I gone insane or...just by hearing her name something makes me calmer... (a lot calmer.)" 

"And crazier" The dense voice traveled closer, ringing a bell as the golden-headed wolf got into a crouched defense position running his eyes 360 degrees, and a very familiar figure emerged from that opaque mist. the figure with a burning smoking stick stuck between those lips.

"You, dumbass" Brook laughed crashing down again to the grass bed, however, the tall lad, crossed his arms over that broad chest.

"You look like a shit! did she feed you Philter pill or something?"

"Nah, just spiriting away to find my homie from holes and burrows."!

"I'm not a rodent...I'm the descender of mighty werewolves." 

"However, this descender of mighty werewolves couldn't stand that... one Luna who could screw that 'impossibly' gigantic mountain of 'mighty' pride at once. " Both parties drew silent within the gust of gigantic winds that swirled around the landscape between the woods.

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"I'M WILLOW STONE!!!-- "

"Higher please" 

"WHAT AM I DOING HERE!!!!" I cried at the highest notch of my wry throat which hurt as if I had tonsils in my windpipe, however, 

"Professor...she is screaming at me!" that vengeance vampire squints his mouth like a kindergartener leaving it vacant of words, as I held my mouth open in bewilderment.

what the hell?! he heard that but not my introduction that I had repeated a dozen times in the highest pitch, but all that group of vamps would say was 'higher...you can be higher!'. 

Spare the worst meaning for 'higher' here!

"Wisteria, push your voice a little lofty."

and Professor too?! I thought he was by my side!

I gave him cornered eyes filled with puzzlement,

Well, I must guess... this was a planned betrayal! for the sake of whom? his clan?! 

oh, my dear custodian... a traitor of his duty to safeguard me like a guardian angel but--

"Go on wisteria, we don't have the whole day." oh those evil amber eyes that are grinning in the smirk, I wish I could gauge it out however, such wishes are worth serving jail time itself! 

"I'M WILLOW STONE---" and this happened for the whole vacant period of 20 to 25 minutes until any of the breath passed through my windpipe felt like blades within my throat.

*Ring*

"Class dismissed," he said waving his arms merrily. 

"This is probably the best class I have attended in my lifetime."

"Ha! I can't agree more!" 

the vampire clan stood from the corner end of the sitting arrangements, all staring at me, as I had my hands coiled around my paining throat like that was not enough to send me through hell, however, I didn't meet their devilish gaze anymore.

certainly, if it meets, I will end up saying something! only leading to another quarl and my larynx can't take it anymore, it must be beggin' me to stay hushed! as I was beggin' my ears and my mind to let any of this crap slip off me.

And the hall of literature is vacant in some few following seconds with all that annoying giggle and talks...

however, one... only one remained...

"...wisteria..."

the traitor! 

"agh... sir..." I replied in my husked and low voice which was screeching the inner walls of my windpipe. 

"My darling...did you have fun in your initial class of literature?" 

you f***** piece of--- I held my flooding emotions within and said scratching my throat to let out a clearer voice, 

"It...ahem was... lovely." with a fake hanging smile on my face and continued even more, and surprisingly enthusiastically. 

"If you permit me...ahem (which you have to) ... I have a further class to attend." 

"That shall be?" he took a closer step toward me, 

why is he walking like the first time he had tried to dazzle me? 

"...of instrumental music, sir" I declared, clenching my throat inside my cold grip, and holding my adrenaline into my guts. "And I am already running late!" that was as if the last warning, and without any permission from my custodian, who was now to a traitor...I sprinted away as if from a predator den all over again bidding my farewell to them with utmost respect. 

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"Oh, wisteria..." The hall is now all loner filled with that funny scent from that never-so-ordinary girl, 

"Subtle-subtle chastises shall...mark that hell night again." he licked his fingers which had touched her hand, "and the blood must run cold....."

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phew...am I out again? Also, sound and safe?! 

Yeah, I am yet alive but...agh... my throat! 

it hurts as if my throat is getting slit inside out, that was a hell form of punishment! how can someone be counted as a human after giving such a heinous punishment?! 

Oh, I am sorry, he is not even human, God! That breed is of cold-blooded vampires! 

and now my throat is burning and is dried like a region of tundra! 

'I need water...' but darn me, the corridor is not only the maze but also another tundra.

Forget water, it's like no living soul walks this corridor, especially for students who just vanish in the air after they leave the class!

and, I have left my habit of carrying water bottles back to the school era... and like a cherry on the cake, this bloody fish smell gusted inside my nostrils, already making my soul ache and a dirty burp...am I going to throw up?!

also, where is the washroom in this other identical but twisted corridor?!

(Hey readers, 

your babe is back though my goal was to write two chapters today but... I guess one is enough could my last night's sleep still need recovery also my 2nd Sem college is in this morning, so wish me luck already, 

your author)

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spoiler- 

a set rehearsal for the final choice of instruments would be good, wouldn't it be?

or maybe it turn out to be worse...?!