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Heather

"Miss Heather, whenever you'd like to join us…yes that would be great."

She turned my attention to Professor Julian, "Sorry sir, good song…"

His jaw set and he nodded curtly, then kept describing whatever it was he was describing. His descriptions were a work of the Gods; She know this for a fact. Okay, maybe she didn't know it, but he said it with enthusiasm, or sadness, or fear– rarely fear– that it was as if he lived it…yeah right.

She smiled to herself, and suddenly caught the eye of a man walking into the room he was tall and handsome. Blindingly so, just like Julian was.

He walked right over to Julian from the door and started to whisper in his ear, then looked out at the faces of students. His eyes landed on her and scanned her, she blushed; he smiled and tossed a wink in her direction before Julian was murmuring to himself.

Actually, as the bell rang and Heather slowly started down the lecture hall stairs toward the doors she noticed just how tall this man was. He was about 6'7'' and had long hair after finishing his discussion with Julian he slip up behind her.

"Why hello princess," he whispered.

She just kept walking, "Hey," nonchalant, he'll want more.

Again a hand on her hip, "You're quite beautiful in baby blue, it matches your lovely eyes."

She stopped; boys never saw Heather's eyes. They usually saw her boobs, which were large and perky, or her ass, which was round and wide.

Glancing over her shoulder the man smiled, "Howdy miss," he whispered quietly, for he was so close to her.

Students flooded around them, walking to dorm rooms or campuses, maybe running for practice or lunch. Teachers suddenly bulged out of their rooms it must be lunch then.

Professor Julian Alexander was watching, unimpressed. Heather smiled at the stranger, "Hi, I'm Heather."

"Savitar, lovely to meet such a pretty thing next to Julian of course." His eyes strayed sideways. Heather was impressed; Professor Julian hadn't made a sound.

Julian moseyed over like it was his intention to mingle with Heather all the while. "Savitar, been a while. I believe the last I saw of you Wren was in trouble with a tigress and a double homicide."

Savitar nodded and Heather cocked her head to the side, straight blonde hair falling off her shoulder. This was another feature Heather loved about herself her hair. She had not thick, but not thin hair; the top layer was honey blonde, but the under layer was dyed a vibrant purple.

Unlike her baby blue top, her eyes were green. They barely got any recognition from anybody; Savitar was gaining major brownie points.

"Yes I believe that was it, I ended up going to their wedding and giving them a present." Savitar murmured as if this were all centuries ago and he was straining to remember.

"A present, from you…were you paid?" Julian asked.

Heather smiled, she'd never seen a professor joke around so at ease.

Savitar nodded, "Something like that my dear Julian, none the less they are now mated."

"I thought that was of their own accord!" Julian gasped.

Heather kept quiet, Savitar's index finger in the loop of her denim skirt, she felt like he was the seat belt to her car.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Savitar but it seems you and Professor Alexander have business of were-persons to discuss so I'll leave you be."

Heather turned out of Savitar's grip and started to strut away, leaving them both with their jaws hanging open. Wren, a busboy at Sanctuary a bar that Heather attended on her evenings off of studying was married to her cousin.

Maggie was a sweetheart, but one night when Heather was over Maggie was slightly drunk and explained her husband's, and her, state of animal half breed.

She'd threatened Heather that if Wren ever learned of her slip of the tongue that Heather would no longer be in possession of all her body parts. Well rather, they would be Heather's just…strewn across vast planes of the earth never to be put together again.

Heather stumbled as both of her belt loops on both sides suddenly pulled her to a stop, "Oof," she mumbled.

Looking up she saw Julian to her right and Savitar to her left, "Can I help you? I really need to get to Chemistry."

Before she could blink she was over Savitar's shoulder and being carried back to Julian's room, "Isn't this child molestation?!" she cried.

"Not if you're over eighteen, Heather." Savitar murmured quietly and innocently.

Julian shut the door behind him and Savitar set Heather down in a chair, "You missy, have explaining to do."

"Well why do I have to explain anything? You two are the ones breaking the law and talking about were-persons in a public school building."

Julian smirked, "She's a good catch Sav, way to go."

Savitar smiled impatiently, "Heather, please tell me how you know about tigrads."

Heather looked at her lap, "Maggie is my cousin, one night we went to a bar and she was really, really, really drunk. I drove her home and laid her on the couch and she started purring, I asked her what was wrong. She said that nothing was wrong it was a tigress's nature to purr like a big kitten. I asked her what the hell what was supposed to mean and she spilled her whole story about Wren and his father and her being able to change." She gasped for air and then filled her lungs again to continue but Julian held a hand up in a yielding signal.

"That's quite enough Heather, thank you. Have you personally talked to Wren about this?" Julian asked carefully.

Heather shook her head, "Well, no, but sometimes when Maggie is over and she's really tired she turns into a big white tiger and sleeps on my bed, the bitch. I just use her as a pillow until she decides she was to play, then it's like hell has frozen over."

"How often does Maggie stay over Heather?" Savitar asked.

"Once a month, the first Friday to be exact; it's a tradition ever since we were children." Heather had a far away look in her eyes, "It's never been broken, and Wren doesn't mind the boys night out I suppose."

Savitar smiled, "You're funny kid."

"I'm not a kid." Heather snapped.

His smile widened and his hands wrested on either arm rest. He bent down so that he was inches from her face, "Heather do you want me to show you just how the big kids play?"

Heather could feel herself turning bright red, "Pr-professor Julian?" she stammered.

Savitar threw back her head and laughed at the ceiling, "Oh little girl, there is so much I'd like to teach you."

As his eyes grazed down her body she felt like faint, but stayed upright as his eyes met hers once more, "Beautiful…"

Julian cleared his throat, "I have no intention of watching porn in my classroom Sav," he said loudly.

"Just at home then?" Heather mocked.

Julian's jaw set again, he was angry. Heather shrunk back into the chair as Savitar again, laughed.

Okay so, this is a little taste of the fun side of Savitar. YAY(: I don't know either, I wanted a Dark-Hunter story SO badly and it just happened that I'm in love with Sav because he's just fun to be in control of. Okay here you have chapter one!