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“Good evening to you too, Vlad, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company on this lovely Saturday night?” You sniped sarcastically. You were already in your nightclothes, not expecting any visitors, especially not him, friend or not.

The only person you had any interest in spending time with, which happened to be your boss and the person who had tried to seduce you while completely drunk, had apparently decided to pretend you had dropped off the face of the Earth, so you didn’t really want to partake in any other sort of interpersonal interaction for these two blissfully empty rest days. You even managed to swap patrolling duties with another colleague, just as to have an excuse to lock yourself in your room for the whole weekend.

“I don’t know what happened to you in the past days, but this sulking and hiding away is not something that is acceptable for a young stripping vampire such as yourself. So here I am coming to the rescue like the knight in shining armor that I am.”

He set down the two shot glasses and the decanter on your desk and proceeded to take a clear bottle and some blood packs from his paper bag.

“Vlad are you serious?”

“Truly Bloody Mary shots!” He announced cheerfully, tossing the now empty bag over his shoulder and perching precariously on the edge of the desk to pour the liquids in the carafe allowing them to mix properly. You were sitting in the only chair available, but that didn’t seem to dissuade him in the least. “The only way to get through heartache, as my old gramma always said, bless her nonexistent soul. Do you want to start talking without it or wait until they start to loosen your tongue?”

“Start pouring, you soulless bastard.”

“You know you love me, darling”

“That’s the only reason why you’re still alive.”

“Well, as alive as possible.”

“Truth.”

He expertly poured the first shots and held one out for you to take.

“What should we toast to?”

“To your gramma, bless her nonexistent soul.”

“Indeed! To my bunica!”

That started a long series of toasts, each growing more and more absurd as the mix of blood and alcohol started to have its effect on the both of you.

“To…to alcohol!” You proposed, raising the shot glass once again “That brings out fiends from the most frigid bitches!”

“Hear hear!” Vlad downed his quickly, before pouring some more. The carafe was starting to be quite emptier than when you started out. “To those frigid bitches, may the alcohol always flow in their veins!”

You nodded solemnly, trying to raise your glass to match his, but only managing to slosh it around. “To those bitches, like Principal Weems!”

Vlad had been halfway through his shot when you added your two cents to the toast and he choked, spraying alcoholic blood all over the front of your nightclothes.

“Gee, thanks for that, Vlady, I really needed to upgrade my wardrobe to baby vampire’s first feeding”

He was still trying to recatch his breath from the coughing access that had followed his accidental inhalation of the shot.

“I’m sorry…what?” He managed to choke out “What does Weems have to do with this?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought we were talking of frigid bitches who need alcohol to loosen up”

“I’m not saying you’re wrong, but it seems a bit too specific…did something happen between you and Weems? You’ve been giving each other the cold shoulder since Outreach Day.”

“Of course nothing happened. Nothing ever happens. And she has been the one giving me the cold shoulder, that ungrateful piece of s-“

“Woah woah woah. Hold your horses. That doesn’t sound like the reaction one has when nothing happened, so here.” Vlad got a hold of your favorite mug, lying abandoned on the other side of your desk, and poured a generous amount of Truly Bloody Mary mix. “Drink up and tell daddy Vladdy what happened to make you so pissed at her. I honestly thought you had the biggest crush on her for ages.”

You took a sip of the concoction and suddenly sadness overwhelmed you like a tidal wave. Oh, how you wished you could go back to when you simply had a crush for her, when all you did was admire her from afar and imagine how her lips would feel like on your skin…

You suddenly broke into sobs, holding onto your mug with both hands as big, salty tears came rolling down your cheeks. It felt like a dam had broken within you and you simply couldn’t stop.

“Oh my baby. What happened? I’m so sorry.” Vlad was really astonished at your sudden outburst, but he tried to comfort you as best as he could, jumping down from the table to pull you out of your seat and in an awkward hug, the drink still somewhat caught between you as he rubbed soothing circles on your back. “Here, let’s sit on the bed, and tell me everything.” You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will your tears into submission. The sobbing stopped, but your eyes kept stubbornly watering. You took a large gulp of the drink in your hand, the vodka burning your throat as if you hadn’t been drinking it for the past – how long had it been? –  Time was starting to lose all meaning in your alcohol-induced haze.

“I did have a crush on her. I…I think I still do.” You tried to start explaining, Vlad’s hand still rubbing your back and giving you the comfort you needed to keep going, but how could you even explain? “But now it’s painful. Do you understand? I don’t want to have a crush on her anymore! Not after…” you drank some more, hoping to stop your voice from breaking again.

“After what? What happened?”

“It was the night after the absolute clusterfuck that was Outreach Day and…Laris-Principal Weems…I found her drunk in her office. Like drunk drunk. Like, slurring words and all that jazz drunk. I…I thought I could help her” You couldn’t help yourself, you spat the words out, angry at your past self for putting yourself into that situation out of the kindness of your heart.

“And?” Vlad was completely captivated by the story now. Even his hand has stopped his comforting motion on your back. He was suspended in the moment.

“And well, it turns out that Larissa Weems is one handsy drunk.”

“Oh my God. You two slept together?”

“No, Vlad! Who do you take me for? Didn’t you hear the part where she was completely out of it because she was drunk? She probably thought I was someone else anyway.” You didn’t even try to keep the bitterness out of your voice. The tears were not stopping, and you were starting to feel hollow inside. Vlad’s hand trembled slightly on your back before it resumed its circles. His voice trembled too, as he murmured in the softest voice you had ever heard him use.

“Darling did she…do things to you that you didn’t want?” The question took you aback. You didn’t expect Vlad to care that much. You were friends, yes, but more of the boisterous, over-the-top, ‘let’s get drunk together and have fun’ kind. This gentleness was not something you were used to.

“No, no I wouldn’t say that. I did want her to do that and much more to me, it’s just… I wanted her to be aware that she was doing it. And when she sobered up, she made it extremely clear that it was just the alcohol, and she doesn’t want anything to do with me. Not even small talk apparently.”

The sobs were back, and this time you didn’t even try to put a stop to them. You just put your mug down, and hid your face in Vlad’s chest, his other hand coming to wrap around you as he whispered comforting words “I’m so so sorry, dear. It’ll be alright, I promise. Tomorrow we’ll find a solution… Shh, It’ll be alright. I’m here with you.”

After what could have been minutes, hours or full days, your sad hiccupping subsided, and you tentatively detached from Vlad, “Thank you, I… I think I needed that.”

“What are friends for, darling?”

“Still, that was a lot to unload on you. I appreciate it.”

He stood up, picking up his paper bag from the floor, and putting all of the things back.

“It was my pleasure. Will you be alright tonight? Would you like me to stay?”

“I think I’ll be ok.” You could still feel the alcohol buzzing through your body, but the tidal wave of repressed emotions was gone. You picked up the mug again and drank it dry. “Thank you for the Truly Bloodies, your gramma was right as always”

“Ah, my bunica, she never missed a beat. Except that of her heart, of course.”

“Bless her nonexistent soul”

“Quite right. Sleep well, darling, and if you need me, feel free to come knocking. Tonight or anytime.”

You grasped his arm in an affectionate gesture. “Thank you.” You stressed the words, trying to impart how much you meant them.

And with a toothy grin, he was gone, living you so very alone.

Suddenly your small quarters felt almost claustrophobic around you. You needed air and you needed it now. You opened your door, and slipped through it, your bare feet not making any sound as they carried you like a ghost through the halls and up a small staff-only flight of stairs that brought you to one of your favorite places in Nevermore: the teachers’ terrace. It was a lovely place to come and think, and you were especially fond of it during the night. This is where you had come to decompress after Outreach Day, before your traitorous steps had brought you into Larissa’s grasp. You hadn’t come here since.

Just another bit of happiness that had been stolen from you in that fateful night. The knot was back into your throat, a mix of sadness, regret, and frustration. You had honestly thought you didn’t have any tears to cry anymore, but you can feel them prickling at your eyes nonetheless, undaunted.

Man, who’d have thought that you would turn out to be a sad drunk?

You took a deep breath, taking in the endless sky, riddled with stars. It was so breathtakingly beautiful. You let the tears fall again, unable to pinpoint even your emotions anymore. Were you sad at having had a glimpse of something with Larissa, just to have it so ruthlessly taken away? Or angry at her treatment of you from the morning after onwards? Both? Neither?

Slowly you walked up to your favorite place to sit, the parapet. There was something just so mesmerizing in sitting so far up over the world, the night breeze gently caressing your face, drying the tear tracks on your face before new ones were made in a never-ending sad game of chase. It was as if you were floating among the stars, offering them your heartbreak, and drinking their light in exchange.

It wasn’t the door opening behind you that diverted your attention from the heavens above, nor it was the surprised intake of breath of the person behind you; you were too deeply entrenched in your connection for that, tears freely flowing now, dripping onto your ruined nightclothes. It was the slow, controlled, almost circumspect sound of heels clacking on the stone floor of the terrace that finally did it. You turned your head and cursed your horrible luck.

Larissa stood frozen where she had been when you turned to look at her. Her eyes were open, alarmed, almost…scared. She was holding her hands up in a placating gesture.

“Hey there.” Her voice was high-pitched and uncomfortable. Why was she talking to you now, after going to great pains to avoid you? She didn’t make any fucking sense, and you didn’t want to waste any more time than you already did trying to interpret her behavior. You turned back to admiring the night sky, hoping that she would get the hint.

Clack. Another step in your direction, followed by a pause.

Clack. It was as if she was walking in slow motion and your slowly-sobering brain could not even try to understand why.

“I just wanted to check if everything is okay.” The words sounded wrong in that high, anxious tone, and at the same time they rang slightly familiar to you, like a memory out of context, or a déjà-vu. You kept ignoring her, choosing instead to look down on the faint lights of Jericho just some way off. They were not as pretty as the stars.

Clack.

Clack.

“May I talk with you?”

You wanted to scoff at her, but what came out was a strangled sob. You angrily wiped at your eyes, but the tears just kept falling.  Why did she have to come and torture you after ignoring you for days?

“Oh so now you want to talk?”

Clack.

“Please. I…I know you are in pain. I understand” What was up with the pleading, desperate undertones that her voice had? You couldn’t even begin to imagine. And you didn’t care.

Clack.

The last clack was right behind you. Strong arms snaked around your frame, hoisting you bodily off your seat and depositing gracelessly in a heap on the terrace floor. Larissa crouched between you and the parapet, her eyes still wide, her breathing labored with exertion.

“What the fuck, Larissa?” Whatever you had been expecting, a bodily assault was not it. The tears stopped, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel like you were hollow and broken inside. “Are you drunk, again?”

She physically recoiled, as if you had slapped her.

“No…no. I just. There’s ways to get help. Please.”

You shook your head, still not understanding. Were you being insulted here? “Are you telling me I should get help? Have you seen yourself?”

Her face scrunched up in a grimace, and she lowered her gaze “I… I know I’m not the right person for this but I can call someone else if you’d like. There’s always something that can be done.”

“Larissa, you’re not making any fucking sense right now”

“It’s alright. As long as you keep talking. Just…don’t do anything drastic.”

Keep them talking.  A lightbulb went off in your head. No wonder some of Larissa’s sentences sounded eerily familiar. You had received the same training as she did, when the people from the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline had come a couple of years ago to Nevermore.

“Larissa, I wasn’t about to jump!” The sheer absurdity of the situation dawned on you. That explained the cautious approach, the nervous voice, the bodily removal from your favorite sitting place.

“You…weren’t?”

“Is that what all of this was about? Are you out of your mind?”

Larissa bristled, her temper rising to match your disbelieving tone.

“What was I supposed to think? You were there, in the middle of the night, blood down your front, sitting on the parapet and sobbing your heart out. And that was after days of retiring yourself from interaction with others.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“You think I don’t know?” Her voice was high, raw with emotion “How do you think I felt five minutes ago, believing you were ready to kill yourself because when I’m drunk I just cannot keep my bloody hands to myself? I…I don’t want to ever experience that again. I am so sorry to have caused you pain.” You were struck dumb. How did this become such a huge deal all of a sudden? Yes, she had broken your heart, but that was, as much as you liked to be dramatic, not a matter of life or death. You would get over it, especially if she stopped acting so fucking weird.

Larissa passed a distraught hand on her face, smudging the dark lines around her eyes. She changed her position and sat on the stone floor instead of crouching. She sighed, a sad, deep, all-encompassing sound of defeat.

“There’s another school for outcasts, up in Canada. It mainly caters to werewolves and doesn’t have the longstanding tradition that Nevermore has, but it will do, I guess.”

Your point, exactly. What was she going on about?

“Oh, so now you want to send me away? So that I’m out of sight and not at risk of reminding you of-“

“Of course not. I meant for myself. I will resign.” This shocked you out of your passive-aggressive state. Larissa leaving the school? That was absurd.

“You can’t be serious. Larissa, you are Nevermore. You cannot just resign over a drunken mistake. One that almost no one knows about, as well. I will keep my mouth shut, and…and keep out of your way if you want.”

“That is not what I want! Can’t you see? I molested you! You were helping me and in my drunken state I thought that meant that you reciprocated my feelings for you and I just assaulted you, my employee! I am not fit to be in charge of Nevermore. Hell, I shouldn’t even be in charge of a fish tank!”

“You…you have feelings for me?”

“Of all of what I said that’s what you choose to focus on? That’s not the point here! Being attracted to you doesn’t allow me to do things to you that you didn’t want to in the first place.”

You grasped her hand, and she jolted, as if you had tased her.

“Larissa, look at me.” Her blue eyes were full of tears, unguarded like that one fateful night, but this time due to the strength of her emotions, not the alcohol. You were seeing the true Larissa again, not Principal Weems and you would be damned if you didn’t take advantage of it. “I didn’t reject you because I didn’t want your advances. Quite the contrary. But you were drunk, and I was sober, and I didn’t want to take advantage of your uninhibited state just because I had a crush on you for the longest of times. It wasn’t right.”

“You…don’t hate me for what I did to you that night?” She looked so fragile, so incredulous, that you put your other hand on her cheek, a comforting touch.

“Larissa, I don’t think I could hate you even if I tried. Am I mad at you for refusing to talk to me about what happened and ignoring me in the last days? Abso-fucking-lutely. But the only thing that drove me crazy about that night was the fact that I believe that had been my one chance to be with you, when you were too out of it to know it was me.”

“I…I did know it was you. That was what made me that…uninhibited.”

“Would you mind trying that again some other time when the both of us are sober?”

A tremulous smile bloomed on her face. It was a tiny, shy, wobbly thing, but right now, it felt like the biggest success.

“Tomorrow after some hot chocolate at the Weathervane?”

You pressed your lips to hers, a chaste, closed-mouth gesture, full of affection and promise.

“It’s a date, Larissa.”

You stayed there for a while, sitting like kids on the stone floor under the stars, holding your hands, lost in each other’s eyes. When you finally broke the spell, and the both of you climbed back to your feet – with some muttered curse, the cold stone at night wasn’t too kind on the joints for either of you – Larissa jokingly pointed to the darkened stains on the front of your nightgown.

“So, what happened there, did you murder someone before coming up here?”

You chuckled, looping your arm through hers and leading her companionly towards the stairs.

You were watching the clock on the wall which was ticking. You had to stay there only for ten more minutes. And then you would be heading home with Larissa.

“Y/n, would you like to tell me when was the last time you have had thoughts of suicide?” The woman which was sitting in front of you asked and you took a deep breath. If you would’ve told her ten minutes before the end of the session that you have tried the previous night, you could’ve been home by now. “I assume it was yesterday night.” The doctor added and you didn’t even give her a sign of that she was right. But then…

“Actually the last time was this morning,” you said, and you didn’t even know why. The doctor sighed quietly and then she wrote something into her papers. You watched the pen sliding on the surface of the paper when a soft knock landed on the wooden doors, from outside. You immediately looked there and when the doors opened and you saw the blonde standing in them, you relaxed.

“Good day Mrs. Weems,” the doctor greeted your girlfriend and you stood up. “I will just prescribe some medication to Y/n,” she said again and you understood it as that you were free to leave. As soon as you stood up and grabbed your coat, you walked over to Larissa.

“Hi baby,” the blonde breathed out and you just nodded your head as returning the greeting. Larissa looked at you with questions in her eyes and you didn’t know what to say or do. You didn’t know the question she wanted to ask and you didn’t really wanted to know it. Larissa let her arm rest by her side, the only movement she did was taking your fingers with hers.

“Here it is,” the doctor returned and handed Larissa some small paper. “If you both agree, I will make a session plan for Y/n. What about twice a week?” The woman asked and you weren’t feeling like answering her. Larissa answered something like “that would be amazing,” and you blinked for a little longer. “I am happy to hear that. See you soon Y/n.”

You made your way out of the building and Larissa opened her car. You slid inside, onto the passenger seat, and put your belt on. Larissa got into the car as well and then she started it.

“Do you feel any better?” She asked as you drove past the cafe which was near to the building you had been in. Your eyes got fixed on a raindrop which was running down on the window and your mood was still the same as before you had visited the doctor. Since you didn’t answer Larissa’s question, she was a little worried about you. And it was really understandable. “Y/n?”

“Mhm?” You just hummed back and then something made you look at Larissa. She seemed to be busy with driving but she seemed a little worried as well. “I don’t know Larissa,” you said honestly and a sigh followed.

“Have you told the doctor about this morning?”

“I have,” you whispered quietly and then you looked out of the window again. You were already at home. As you placed your hand onto the door handle, you felt like that you shouldn’t be doing it. You pulled your hand back and looked at Larissa.

“Larissa… I don’t want to go to the doctors with this anymore,” you said and Larissa shook her head.

“It is too late for this baby. You do need help,” she said and you breathed out quietly, your eyes getting fixed on the house in front of her. The raindrops were making your sight blurry since they were falling onto the window of the car and you knew that Larissa would take you to the doctor when it was needed. And of course wouldn’t stop until you wouldn’t be… normal.

You opened the doors of the car and got out of it. Just like Larissa. While she was locking the car, you sped up a little to not get so wet from the rain. Waiting for her by the doors to unlock them for you, you were watching her. The woman you loved, rushing over to you because of the rain. As soon as she arrived to the doors, she opened them and held them open for you until you weren’t hidden from the rain properly.

“Baby?” Larissa called for you as soon as you both walked inside and took off the wet clothes you had on. You found the blonde’s eyes and looked into them. You knew very well what she wanted and you just breathed out.

“I have all of them… in the bedroom. In my bedside table,” you responded and were waiting for Larissa to turn around and rush into the bedroom to take all of the razors from there. But she didn’t do it. A little smile settled on her lips and she nodded to the bathroom.

“Please leave the doors unlocked, okay?” She asked you softly and with one step, she approached you. The back of her hand brushed your cheek and you leant onto it as a kitten. With a nod of your head you closed your eyes and tried to enjoy the moment you had. The soft skin on her knuckles brushed your cheeks and all of your senses were focusing on that one touch. “I will bring you one of my shirts and some underwear.”

With this she left you in the hall. You were watching the tall woman leaving and you took it as a sign of that you should go to the bathroom. Without locking the doors.

As soon as you arrived and turned on the lights, you realized that something had changed since the last time you were in there. There was nothing sharp anymore. Nothing you could hurt yourself with. This little thing made you panic a little and you started undressing, not daring to look at your body in the mirror.

Once you had only your underwear on, your eyes landed on your body. Accidentally. You couldn’t look away from the lighter places you had on your stomach, on your ribs and all over your arms. Here and there there were some fresh cuts, but you didn’t give much attention to those spots. You looked down onto the floor, took your underwear off. You stepped into the shower and with a deep breath, you started the water.

The wall of the shower which was made of glass became not really see through since the water drops landed on it and the vapor covered it all. The air became thicker as the hot water was pouring out of the shower head. You could still breath but it was harder than before. All you were focusing on was the water washing the dirt off your body. You didn’t even realize when did the doors open and when did Larissa slide inside of the bathroom. When you saw her blonde hair, you immediately turned around with a gasp, trying to hide yourself from your other half.

No words. The only sign you got was that Larissa softly knocked on the doors of the shower.

“I am alright,” you said and then you stopped the water. You waited for some sign of that Larissa turned around and when you head it, you breathed out in relief.

You got out of the shower as fast as you could and you wrapped your body in a towel. Larissa was standing by the sink, not watching you so you had enough time to take care of yourself. In a meaning of dressing up. You put on your panties and then you took the shirt Larissa brought you. It was a simple black one, but long enough to cover your thighs. When you were dressed, you closed your eyes.

“Love?”

“Mhm?” You asked back, turning at Larissa, avoiding the eye contact.

“Your arms and legs please,” Larissa asked you softly and you breathed out.

“How could I do anything when nothing is in here?” You asked quietly and then Larissa nodded her head to your hands. You looked down at them. Almost gasping. There was blood under your nails and you started to panic. “Issa I don’t know how- I didn’t do anything-“

“Let me take care of it,” Larissa whispered and your eyes filled with tears. She dropped onto her knees in front of you and had in her hands some napkins already. Your eyes started to water and you couldn’t help it.

“I swear I don’t know how-“

“I know love. I know,” Larissa whispered and looked up at you. You understood what she meant and you took off her shirt. When you looked at your body, you wanted to start crying even more. You looked like a monster.

“I am sorry,” you whispered in weak voice and Larissa was softly taking care of your wounds. You let her do it and then when you had nothing more to say, you stood there in silence, waiting for Larissa to finish what she had started.

Larissa was waiting for any sign of you being in pain but you were so good in hiding it. The only sign was that you clenched your teeth from time to time.

“And it’s all done,” Larissa whispered and put the napkins which were from blood away. She threw them into the trash can and you couldn’t look at her.

“Thank you,” you said quietly and Larissa reached her hand out. You were thinking about that you wouldn’t take it but then you sighed. She was trying to help you.

You slid your hand into hers and gulped. Larissa made sure you were all clean and showered. Then she led you to the bedroom you were both sharing.

“Come baby,” Larissa invited you and you sat onto the bed. Crawling up to the headboard, you almost let a tear drop onto the sheets. But that didn’t happen. Then you turned around to be able to lean your back onto the headrest. As you did so, Larissa joined you on the bed.

“Issa?”

“Yes love?” She asked you this question, her voice full of love.

“Will you help me with adjusting my nails please?” You asked, those words were getting out of your throat really hard. Larissa agreed with a smile on her face and she reached her hand out into her drawer of the bedside table. She took out a little scissors and you sat opposite to her. She seemed to be so happy about that you wanted to fight your illness.

“I am so proud of you for fighting it,” she said as she was cutting your nails and you were watching her hands. When she was finished with cutting your nails, she took the little scissors and cleaned your nails from blood.

“Thank you Larissa,” you whispered and she pecked your cheek.

“I will stay by your side until you won’t be better. And then for much longer time.” She promised you and gifted you with a warm smile which was playing with her lips.

Larissa collected your nails which she had just cut off and she stood up from the bed. You looked down at your fingers and peace filled your chest. She was helping you with fighting your illness. She wanted to do everything to make you feel better. And you loved the blonde woman for that.

When you were both laying in the bed, you by Larissa’s left side, you couldn’t fight it. You had to look at her. To find her blue eyes watching you and making sure you were feeling a lot better. When you made eye contact with the blonde, smile curled your lips and you felt loved like you have never felt. Larissa softly took your hand and she was trying to not hurt you by accidentally touching your thighs or the areas which had been bleeding. This little gesture brought tears into your eyes and you took a shaky breath.

“What are you thinking about?” Larissa asked you and you shook your head. You didn’t want her to realize how sensitive you were in the last few days, but she was your girlfriend. She had realized it by herself.

“You are not mad at me?” You asked her and your eyes told her that you were worried. Larissa smiled at you softly and she took your hands into hers, brushing her thumbs over the back of your hand to make you feel even a little better. Or calmer.

“I am not mad at you love,” Larissa shook her head and you nodded yours as the words rang in your ears. Then she took a breath what was a sign of that she wasn’t finished with her speech yet and you continued in listening to her in silence. “We got you some help. You will be better soon and then we will be living the best life we can alright?”

“I am sorry Larissa,” you apologized again and Larissa smiled at you.

“You have no reason to apologize to me love. We will fight this together.”

“It is too late for this. You can’t fix something what is fucked up,” you said quietly and as you finished that sentence, you immediately regretted it. “I am sorry-“

You closed your eyes as you were standing in front of the doors where a label with “Principal Weems” was. Again.

Holding all of the papers you needed in your hands you weren’t sure about that if you wanted to talk to the woman who was inside, behind the doors or not. Telling yourself that it would all go well, trying to calm yourself down, you laid your hand on the door handle and walked inside.

“I have to do this first, please return afternoon or tomorrow morning,” Larissa said without even looking up at you and you walked straight to her table. Waiting for her to look up at you, when she did, you avoided the eye contact and put your papers down.

“I need your signature on the last page. There is everything what you will need while filling my report card. I’m leaving this afternoon,” you said only and that made Larissa look up at you from the papers, again.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes. Morticia will pick me up in two hours,” you said with an intention to hurt her. Larissa took the papers you have delivered her and she ran her eyes through it.

“I don’t think I can let you go. These papers aren’t official,” Larissa said and put them back down onto the speak, sliding them to you.

“Ms Thornhill checked them before I came here. I am pretty sure they’re official, all they need is your signature,” you said and started burning Larissa with your eyes. You knew that she was lying.

Larissa took the papers once more and looked into them. When you knew that she realized everything was filled like it was supposed to be, she sighed and put the papers into her drawer.

“I will look at them later.”

“No,” you said in strong voice and put both of your hands onto her table. “Sign the papers. Now.”

Larissa’s cold eyes looked up at you. She couldn’t do anything against your decision, just not signing them. But you’ve thought about that already. If she wouldn’t, you wanted to visit the mayor.

“And why should I do that?” Larissa asked you and you smiled at her, not letting her know it was a friendly kind of a smile or not.

“Because according to the school rules, you can expel a student without delay and a student may also-“

“Oh I see,” Larissa cut you off before you could get more into what you’ve been studying all night long. She took one pen from the holder on her desk and you kept your eyes on the paper where she was supposed to sign it. “Y/n, you don’t have to-“

“Larissa sign the fucking papers,” you said, your voice calm and cold. And she didn’t like it.

With your pressure falling onto her shoulders, she was forced to sign your papers. When she finally put the last dot after the S in her last name, you were satisfied. Larissa, however didn’t give you your papers back immediately. She turned them and started to read them once more, what made you sigh.

“So you are saying that you had problems with settling in?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I am saying. Now I would like to get my papers back. Morticia is here soon.” You said, trying to get your papers back so you could finally leave from the office you had no good memories from.

“Is she picking you up?” Larissa skied and she slid the papers on her table back to you. You took them immediately and rolled them, looking at the woman.

“Yes she is. It was a pleasure to see you again,” you said, not really meaning any word of it.

“The pleasure is on my side. Good luck Y/n,” Larissa said and you didn’t wish that back to her. You gave her a look, last one before you turned around on your heel and walked out of her office, shutting the doors behind you.

“Oh Y/n. I was hoping to meet you. Are you feeling any better?” Thornhill asked you and you saw her holding a plant in her hands.

“Yes I am. Actually, I am leaving the school soon.”

“Oh I am sorry to hear that,” the woman said and looked at the doors you just walked out of. “You didn’t change your mind?”

“No, I still want to leave,” you said only and didn’t give the red haired woman any space to ask you more questions. You walked past her, straight to your room, where you had your suitcase already prepared.

You sat onto the bed and folded your legs under your body. Thinking about what helped you these days with.

You shook your head and looked around in the room. You had nothing else outside of the suitcases and that was a sign. A sign of that you should leave the room as well.

“Oh my love!” Morticia walked over to you a half an hour later with her arms stretched out. You walked closer to her faster than ever, but you were careful to not run. You knew that Larissa was standing behind your back at the entrance of the school.

When you fell onto the older woman’s chest, you breathed out. Feeling her warmth wrapped around you in that cold day was something you’ve been missing since you saw her for the last time. The time you pity-fucked with her.

“I’m sorry Tish. I am sorry,” you kept apologizing for what happened but the woman had no idea about it.

“It’s alright Y/n. We will find you another school. What would you say?” Morticia asked and you relieved. She had no idea about what happened.

You just nodded your head only and then you held her hand. You didn’t want to turn around and when you felt Morticia not to move, you sighed.

“Does Larissa-“

“She knows I am leaving. She signed my papers. All we have to do now is just leave,” you told her and Morticia took a breath. Then she nodded her head and still holding your hand, she led you to the car.

When you saw Lurch, you breathed out. Holding on Morticia’s hand you turned back for some reason. The reason was a pair of blue eyes scanning you and your body.

You got into the car, where your suitcases were already. Sitting down next to Morticia, you closed your eyes and searched for her hand. Brushing your thumb over the back of her hand, you relaxed. Until your phone Morticia brought you didn’t buzz.

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I am sorry for the years we missed. I will always love you. I will always be yours even if you aren’t mine.

You sat onto a free chair in the class, hoping in that no one would sit next to you. You really didn’t care about your classmates, you did not talk to them, care about them or anything what had anything to do with them. You just took out your book and put it onto the desk, waiting for the class to begin.

Someone sat down next to you and you sighed. Looking aside you saw Enid, who was supposed to be laying in her dorm, sick.

You closed your eyes when Thornhill walked inside of the class. By that time everyone who was supposed to be in there was. Larissa too.

“Okay guys. We are starting with poisonous plants today. Can anyone tell me what is this beauty called?” The teacher asked and you saw Bianca lift her hand. You let the girl answer the question and that was the moment which you used for a little talk.

“What do you want Larissa?” you hissed in her direction while trying to pretend that you were searching for something in the book you had opened.

“How do you know?”

“You’re messing with the shapeshifting again, even if i told you what affect did it have on me,” you said and then decided to answer her question. “Enid is laying sick in her room. What do you want?” You asked her, your tongue sharp enough to leave cuts.

“Someone heard you yesterday night,” Larissa said only and your eyes widened. Still watching what was happening in front of you in the class, you gulped loudly. You didn’t dare to look aside to meet Enid’s face who was actually Larissa. “Is that true?”

“Enid please pay attention to the class,” Ms Thornhill asked her and you wanted to smile a little. She had no idea it was the principal.

Since Larissa had to stay quiet to not get Enid in trouble, you had enough time to think about what happened in the previous days.

You met your ex. The ex who was messing around with shape shifting just like now. And somehow you both got drunk, ending up together in her bed.

You closed your eyes and wiped your eyes using only two fingers of your hand. This couldn’t be really happening right?

But why did you allow that? You didn’t use to get that drunk. That drunk you would make out with your ex, waking up in her bed and escaping.

You felt guilty. For what have you done. That you had sex with Larissa felt bad, but what happened after, fucking Morticia in your room to forget felt even worse. And you knew that it wouldn’t help you at all.

Your attention was back in the class when you realized that Larissa moved even closer to you. It was wrong. You had Morticia. It was so wrong.

You pulled away from Larissa and looked at Ms Thornhill. She was showing you a plant you had every information about so you didn’t have to pay attention at all. But it was better than thinking about the last few days.

“It is,” you whispered only and knew that Larissa heard you. Enid’s knuckles turned white and she closed her eyes when you looked at her. Larissa was mad.

When some kind of conclusion ran through your head, you gasped. Loudly.

“Y/n, are you feeling alright?” Ms Thornhill asked you and you decided to use the opportunity.

“I am sorry Ms. Could I please return to my dorm?” You asked, playing sick. Professor looked at you and nodded her head. You had to seem pale as well since when you stood up, the professor spoke up to Enid.

“Enid please take Y/n to the emergency room,” Thornhill asked her and you closed your eyes.

“Of course Ms,” Enid said and she stood up, offering you her hand. Knowing that this was a sick game, you didn’t take it and walked out of the room between all of the kinds of plants the professor had there.

When the doors shut behind you, you started to feel really sick. You didn’t want to talk to her. Not at all. Not talking about what we’re you about to discuss.

When you turned back to face Enid, the woman wasn’t Enid anymore. You were facing the tall blonde in her silver dress and you gulped loudly. When you looked into her face, you couldn’t tell if she was angry or sad. Somehow both.

“Yes Morticia was in my dorm. With your permission. And yes, they could hear us. Because I was finally with someone who I love.” You said sharply and looked into the pair of blue eyes the headmistress had.

“Y/n you know that my students are not allowed-“

“Oh I am your student suddenly? Yeah? What was I when you used that I was drunk and laid me on your table? What was I back then?” You asked, anger filling your veins.

“You were-“

“Your student? Should I go and tell the sheriff?” You threatened her the same way she used to and you took a calming deep breath. “You’re truly unbelievable.”

“Y/n just let me explain-“

“Let you explain what?!” Your voice raised and your body was slightly shaking from anger. “Explain that you maybe thought I would leave Morticia for you? If you have sex with me?” You kept talking loudly and Larissa shut her eyes.

“Y/n it is not like that-“

“No? And how is it then?” You didn’t give her a chance to answer and Larissa rested all the muscles on her face, seeming sad.

“I-“ she started and looked around. When she was sure there was no one, she went on. “I still love you.”

“Oh do you?” You asked and when Larissa didn’t answer, a horrible thought popped out in your head. You backed away from Larissa and took a breath. “It was you-“

“I was what?”

“You shape-shifted again. When Morticia was supposed to come. That’s why you know about everything. I wasn’t making love to Morticia-“

“Y/n, I have no idea what are you talking about-“

“Yes you do! You turned into Morticia-“ you said quietly and your eyes filled with tears. You had no idea what was going on when everything went black for a second and you leant on the wall behind you. All you could hear was beeping and you tried to remember everything from the night with Morticia, but you couldn’t recall.

“Y/n? Y/n!” Larissa raised her voice and there was nothing else you could remember. Everything went black and the last thought you had in your mind was that you cheated on Morticia more than once. All because of the stupid shape-shifting.

“My love-“ Morticia kissed you onto your cheek. You could smell her perfume. You held her hand. It felt so real.

Her eyes were black and she seemed really worried. Her black hair was falling onto her shoulders and she was standing next to your bed, leaning closer to you. You were in the emergency room.

“Tisha I love you,” you whispered and Morticia smiled, stroking your cheek. You couldn’t do anything else, just to lay there and keep watching Morticia, who had her eyes full of love. She didn’t seem to know about what happened yet. And then, when her smile widened, you saw it.

Black hair turned into white. Long hair turned into short. Her black eyes were replaced with blue ones and the tone of her lipstick changed from black to bright red one.

You gasped and sat up on the bed. There was no one around you and you really were in the emergency room. Your breathing was fast, faster than ever and you looked around.

No white hair. No black hair. There wasn’t another person with you in the room, what also meant no other soul. When you realized, you laid back into the bed and kept watching the ceiling.

Every single thing with Larissa was over. You drew a line, not allowing her to come closer to you than she was supposed to. That was it. You loved Morticia. The tall black haired woman with beautiful curves. Not the blonde who was messing with shape-shifting every time she thought it could be useful.

The tall blonde woman walked out of the school in her white coat and held the doors open for you. She was waiting in silence. After all it was just 10pm and anyone could be awake by that time.

“Don’t you think this is dangerous?” You asked her with a deep breath and looked at the blonde woman. She seemed like she didn’t even hear you and then she let the doors close.

“Is your roommate asleep? Or can anyone meet her in the corridors?” Larissa asked and you were a little surprised.

“She should be,” you said simply and looked up at the highest floor of the building. The lights in your room seemed to be off.

“Turn around. Please,” she said and you breathed out with a shook of your head.

“I don’t want to turn my back to you. Go ahead. You know that your secret is safe with me,” you said and took her hand. When you touched her soft skin, you brushed your thumb over the back of her hand and you nodded your head.

Larissa seemed to think about it first. When she looked you into your eyes again and she saw you waiting, she let out a sigh. And then she just closed her eyes, took a deep breath and-

There was a girl at your age standing in front of you, not as tall as Larissa was. You almost gasped when she opened her eyes. Not seeing an inch of Larissa in front of you, you were afraid of that this was just some bad joke. She couldn’t really turn into Enid could she?

“Larissa?” you whispered quietly and watched the shorter blonde nod.

“Now come on,” she said in Enid’s voice and you nodded. It was her. It had to be her.

Knowing that no one could recognize principal Weems, you took her hand into yours and took a breath. You felt Larissa’s, or Enid’s muscles tense and you just gave her hand a little massage to make her sure she was alright.

Both of you walked away from the school, closer to the forest. When Larissa turned to the left before you could walk into the forest, you realized there was a huge school fountain where no one was and no one could see you.

Larissa started walking in that direction without even telling you. When she pulled you softly, you had an urge to giggle but for some reason you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Where are you taking me?” You whispered and Larissa sat onto one of the benches. When she turned back, your eyes grew wide and you looked around if anyone could see you. There were no windows pointing at you so you were at least a little protected.

“Just here,” she said only and she sat onto one of the benches. You followed what she did and did it too. Folding your legs under your body you didn’t want to get cold. You turned more to Larissa and just one look at her made you feel all warm from the inside. She had already turned back.

“This is amazing,” you told her honestly and watched the woman turn her head away from you a little. When the top parts of her cheeks went a little pink, you smiled for yourself. You wanted to tease her a bit more but for some reason you didn’t want to tease her at the same time. And after all, everything you were saying was truth. “Why are we at this exact spot?”

“I use to come here when I have lot on my mind. To clear my head. Get some fresh air,” Larissa said and waved her hand in the air to make it more dramatic, maybe.

You smiled over this thought. Imagining Larissa sitting here maybe every day, maybe only few days in a week and just checking some papers or signing them was something you haven’t imagined yet.

You slid your ass closer to the tall blonde on the bench and you breathed out. It was a little cold outside and you could tell that from that you could see your breath. When Larissa realized that your legs were shaking a little together with your arms, she unbuttoned her coat.

“What are you doing?” You asked, without getting any response. Larissa unbuttoned her coat and then she held it open. For you.

You looked up into her face, finding the blonde nodding her head. You looked back at her chest and then you moved closer, laying your ear on her breasts, immediately letting the wave of warmth hit you into the face.

“Thanks,” you said and Larissa covered you up with her coat. Suddenly, you felt warmer than ever. It could be from that she was covering you with her coat or also from that you were laying on her beautiful round breasts.

“You are welcome,” she said only and then- silence. Both of you were enjoying the sound of the wind, sitting and hugging each other, while you were covered up with her coat. The woman who you were laying on was the most incredible woman in the whole life and you were happy you got a chance to meet her. To date her.

“It was incredibly hot when you turned into Enid,” you said quietly, letting the wind take your words away and looked the woman into her face. Her pale cheeks went a little pink and then darker shade of pink and you smiled. “Larissa?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you blushing or is it just the light?” You asked and nodded to the path the lamp was nearby. Larissa blushed even harder and you decided to give a little more space to the woman. You kept a little further from her, but kept watching her. You were not that close but you were still close enough.

“The light,” Larissa said immediately and you knew that she was lying. Her cheeks went even more red and you lifted your hands to her face softly. When you covered her cheeks with your palms, you felt how hot her face was.

“You are cute when you are blushing.”

“If you won’t stop I am going back inside. I don’t like cold,” Larissa said and you swallowed only. You didn’t want her to leave you there.

“I am sorry,” you said and Larissa smiled.

“I was joking,” she chuckled and looked at you. Her beautiful crystal blue eyes were glistening and you could tell that was from the light. But not the blush.

The beautiful blonde was facing you at that moment and you eyes fell onto her lips. You smiled as you saw her matte lipstick and you licked your lips.

“May I-“ you wanted to ask, but Larissa just smirked. You took that as a yes before you could change your mind and then you got even closer to her lips with your.

With your eyes closing, you touched the blonde’s lips. The soft feeling against your lips made you melt in the second her lips touched yours and you wrapped your hands around her neck.

Hoping that the woman felt all warm from the kiss and that she wouldn’t leave you in the middle of the night outside just like that, you made the kiss deeper, but still soft.

Your breathing synchronized. The touches became one and you felt more loved than ever. You were kissing the woman you weren’t supposed to be kissing, but it felt right. Somehow.

Larissa was the one who broke the kiss. When you took a deep breath of oxygen, you realized that her phone was ringing. She stood up and put her phone to her ear, looking at you with an apologetic look.

You just nodded your head and let her speak. Waiting for the call to end, you didn’t expect it to end in ten seconds. But when Larissa hid her phone and she walked over to you, you knew that her call was over. Somehow, together with your little hangout.

“I have to return to my office. It was the sheriff,” she said only and you sighed.

“What happened?”

“Just something about the school. Nothing to worry about,” she stepped closer to you and brushed your cheek with the back of her finger. You moved against her hand like a kitten and then you pulled away.

“Larissa?”

“Yes?” She looked down at you and as you looked up at her, your legs shook slightly.

“I think I really love you,” you whispered and let the sentence hung in the air. You watched Larissa’s smile grow even wider and the following sentence you weren’t expecting.

“I care for you incredibly much my love. Now go back inside. Should I go with you as Enid?”