Author's Note: Due to a sudden increase in messages requesting that I put this back up (some admittedly pretty angry…) and good convincing from namely danix123, I've decided to go ahead and do so. Sorry I took it down in the first place. I've previously been on Hiatus, but if it looks like people like this, I'll update when I can. :3 Enjoy.

One

The cool glass was a comfort to my warm forehead as I peered out into the rainy campus from the third floor of the University Library, which just so happen to be the hottest floor of the whole library, being that it was the topmost floor and the air conditioner didn't seem to extend its cool fingers beyond the second floor. It was a minor sacrifice I made in order to find my peace during this rainy day. The campus was empty of life outside the buildings, and what people that dared to run through the thick rain were rushed and somewhat giddy as though the touch of rainwater made them ticklish.

I had already finished my assigned reading, Jonathan Swift's Gulliver's Travels, in which a European man ran around from cultures of small, large, and idiotic people, not to mention intelligent horses that made him despise his own kind. The only thing I didn't agree with it was the fact that Gulliver didn't end up hating himself as well, being that he was indeed human. To have him think of himself as better made him as bad as the rest of the human race, but then that was a discussion for my English course. Now I found myself sitting in the library, not yet ready to make my way to my room across campus while the flood was raging on outside.

"Evan," I heard someone hiss to me, and I slowly turned my head to see Brielle, my roommate which had developed somewhat of a stalker-like tendency towards me. She was something of a beauty, though, and had attached to me after a drunken blur of a night resulted in us participating in near-sexual activities. Luckily, I had gained my senses before anything had actually happened, but feelings sparked from that night that was completely one-sided. I didn't have the heart to actually tear Brielle from my life, considering the fact that she was a good friend, but I was afraid I would have to get a new roommate in the future if she continued to have feelings for me for too long a period.

Brielle was an honest, open type of person. She was nothing short of sweet, but extremely emotional. It gave her great intuition, though, and so her knowledge of things concerning the heart was vast. She was studying to become a doctor, which I thought would not work out well for her in the future. Death is not something I believed would be her friend, but she was a medical genius with great ambition. Her goal was set, and she was still going strong into the second half of her second year in college. As for Brielle's looks, like I said, she was a beauty. Her skin was a soft milky brown, being a descendant of an interracial relationship that hadn't worked out in the end. Her father died just after she was born, leaving her living most of her life with her single white mother. Her hair—along with her eyes—was black as night, but soft as clouds, leaving easy curls down to her mid-back. She had developed a thick body from God knows where, for her mother was a flat stick, and though many men from all over dove into her path for her attention, she was focused on the female population.

"Bri," I slowly responded quietly, smiling when she stalked over with a most depressed form of a wet stray dog. She moved a chair closer to me to sit down, and I shifted in my signature plush chair to sit back and peer at her with my eyes lidded. Brielle would tell me the look was seductive, and yet pointedly curious as though I was a scientist studying a project. It was my amused gaze, though, which I used when I wanted to make her nervous or self-conscious. I was amazed to find that she had walked through the rain outside and somehow found my location.

"Don't look at me like that unless you mean to do something with it," Brielle teased, and I smiled even more humorously. She messed with her hair before moving to a comfortable seating position in order to have a conversation with me. "Leah told me you were here, I figured I'd come over to see if you were actually busy doing anything."

"I was just finishing an English reading assignment, actually… for some reason the atmosphere here invites a more studying and reading environment. If someone were to ask me, I would say it could possibly be because of the books surrounding us, making me feel guilty if I don't do as they suggest," I chuckled, looking at the nearby shelf of books that gave information on old aircraft and boating tips. Brielle looked out of place here in her rather dressed up outfit. In fact, it looked as though she were preparing for one of her parties. I had to think if it was a party night or not, or perhaps I had forgotten. I got invited to parties often at least once a week, but only went when Brielle begged me to. I hoped she wasn't here to do just that.

"You're one of the few people I know who actually does their homework early. Didn't the English Professor assign that just today," Brielle laughed, flipping through the pages of my textbook easily. She had the same English class as me, even though it was more for English majors like me than Pre-Medicine like her. She had told me she took it as an elective, to fill in hours, but I knew she just wanted to hang around me more. As long as she didn't start making a shrine, using voodoo dolls against me, or other things of extreme obsessive mannerism.

"Well… yes, but I like to try to get things out of the way so I don't have to worry about them later," I responded easily. "In fact, you should probably practice that more, Miss Procrastinator. When are you planning on reading it? An hour before class? Or you just gonna sparknote it?" I smiled when she rolled her eyes, followed by a sheepish smirk that confirmed my suspicion.

"So you going out tonight or something," I asked curiously, looking her up and down to emphasize her outfit. She looked at herself as though she forgot she had clothed herself for a moment, but then nodded.

"Oh yeah, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to come with me to a party down at the frat house. I know it's raining and all, but it's not too far from here. And I have an umbrella," She pleaded, pouting her lips desperately. I didn't change my expression when she asked this, seeing as I had been sort of expecting it, but merely thought about it for a bit.

"I don't know. I hate the rain," I said slowly.

"I know, but you can have the umbrella. And it's not quite flooding, the drains are keeping it from flooding it onto the sidewalks," Brielle continued, pulling out an umbrella to move for me to grab. I hesitated, looking outside. The ditches would be like rivers by now, and I could easily slip walking on the sidewalk. I've heard of people drowning in ditches, it's not impossible. And I had a fear of drowning… I couldn't even swim. "Evaaaan, Pleeeaaassse." I knew I would give in to her begging, and so I didn't fight it.

"Okay, but if I die, you have no one to blame but yourself," I told her darkly, and she jumped up with a squeak happily. I sighed, putting the textbook into my backpack, and followed her to the elevator. We would have to walk to the dorm room to put up my books and get dressed (though I'm a bit of an education nerd, I do like to look hot for a party). Before we got outside, I opened the umbrella, and Brielle tried to grab it from me, gasping about bad luck and such. I wasn't much of a person for superstition though, so I merely continued outside with her.

When we got into the dorms, I pushed my backpack into my closet, and looked through my clothing to get out of my sweatpants and t-shirt. I had had a fitness class earlier today, and never cared to actually change due to the fact that we ended up sitting the whole class waiting for our drunken Professor to come. I felt it was an easy A, but also felt it was a waste of time and money. I pay what… twenty-eight dollars a day for that class? Just to sit around?

I pulled out black skinny jeans from the closet, along with a stylish black and white shirt that was loose around the bust but tighter around the middle before loosening up again at the seams. I moved to look in the mirror after I had put on the outfit to see if it matched well. A good beaded necklace, hoops, and a bit of makeup with a hairstyle and I would be good to go. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail, using a clasp to hold most of it to my hair while the rest flowed easily around the clasp in waves. After applying a bit of makeup and jewelry, I pulled on leather high heeled boots, zipping them up the side to finish the look. And I examined myself in the mirror.

My hair, which was a fiery red, was like a target in the night. Some people would ask me if I dyed it that way, but it was a natural color passed through my family for generations. Some black tended to be spouted out here and there. My eyes were a dark blue, sharp and intense, which I could wield to my power easily in order to intimidate people. They were one of my strong attributes, and my favorite thing about myself. My skin was a creamy white, not adapted to extreme sunlight due to my easily burnt nature that came with being a redhead. I was missing the freckle aspect, though, but also missing were the acne, which wasn't uncommon due to the fact that by the age of twenty not a lot of people were suffering severe acne as seen by pubescent periods.

I bit my lip, looking at the back of my skinny jeans to make sure there were no sudden holes or stains I had missed before. "What do you think," I asked Brielle, who was watching me get dressed. I tried not to let her crush bother me by not thinking about it, otherwise I would become super paranoid and possibly insane. I just hoped eventually she'd forget about it and find someone else.

"You look sexy, Evan," Brielle responded with a smirk. My name, Evan, was actually a nickname that often confused people in conversation if they didn't know me, making them think Brielle or some other friend of mine was talking about a man. Actually, my name was Evangeline, my full name being Evangeline Cosette Delaney. My parents went through a phase of elegance when I was conceived, resulting in my utterly divine name. My mother wanted me to be nicknamed Angel or Angie, but my father's nickname of Evan stuck when everyone came to notice my tomboy nature that came with growing up with two brothers who considered the little sister as one of the boys. My mother feared the nickname would result in me becoming more masculine than usual, but I ended up just as female as any daughter would be.

"Well, I'm ready to go when you are," I told Brielle, whose name was also somewhat elegant. Though I'm pretty sure her middle name was something like Lee. Or maybe there was an 'H' at the end, I couldn't quite be sure. Either way, it balanced out the name to be more normal than completely out there like mine was. Besides, her last name was a nice and solid… Woods. Not that I hated my name; in fact, it was a pretty name. It was just a lot to write down sometimes.

"Okay," Brielle responded, jumping up to look outside, "Oh look, it's not even raining anymore!" I smirked. So much for bad luck.

I felt as though tonight was going to be interesting. People were moving down the road, feeling braver to head to the frat house party now that the sky wasn't crying overhead and threatening to damage good hairdos. I waved to whoever would call out my name, as Brielle threaded an arm through my left one to lean against me as we walked. Often people would think Bri and I was a couple, seeing as homosexuality was actually quite common in this college, but I didn't really have a thing for females. I can admit that at one point I considered the option, but then when a fine man walks past, I can't help but to steal a look at his physique.

The frat house wasn't far off campus, so we reached it pretty quickly. The air was cool from the April shower, but the season was still reaching into spring, and so the inside of the building was nothing short of heated by the bodies of the students (and some others) swamping what space they could inside. Brielle kept a grip on my arm so as to not lose me, and I found a spot for us two near the speakers that was blaring the latest beats. Brielle was one of those self-conscious people, one who refused to dance alone, and so I had to start moving my body first in order to coax her to be comfortable enough to let the music in and the surroundings fade away.

A couple of girls I knew found us at some point, all three of them drunk out of their wits, and prepared with extra liquids for friends. I, being a known alcoholic, accepted quite easily their poison, and Brielle followed my lead loyally. Fine women drinking bring about eager boys thinking they'll get lucky like flies to a dead body. And before we knew it, we were surrounded by random boys, which is what I call the immature men of college who prey on drunken females in order to get their sexual fix.

These boys weren't my type, being that I'm very picky about my men when it comes to sex, but I danced with them anyways. The man gripping my waist seductively behind me at some point called into my ear wishing for my name and number. Being of the nice nature I am, I gave him the name of Brittany, and a number that was almost completely like mine except for the last two numbers. It would be pointless of him to call the number to make sure because I tell him it's in my room turned off at the moment. I hate boys who call the number as though finding out I gave a false number would guilt me into giving them my true one.

Before long, the girls I was with were swaying, and Brielle yawned into the back of her hand. I looked at the time to see a solid 2am, knowing full well there were classes the following day that they would miss if they didn't fall asleep soon. I had a bad case of insomnia myself since birth, and wouldn't be falling asleep for another good amount of hours if at all. Usually I slept four hours in a day before waking up completely energized as though I slept deeply all the time. It wasn't something I complained about too much except for when I have nothing to do but sleep.

"You want to go," I called out to Brielle, and she nodded as though relieved. I automatically grabbed a hold of her arm, and began to make a path for the door. The girls followed us, probably not even certain where they were at the moment. When we made our way down the road a bit, with the dorms in sight, I stopped.

"I'm going to take a walk," I told Brielle, knowing that I was a bit drunk as she was, and that if I didn't pay attention, we would probably have a relapse of that drunken night. Brielle nodded, not really caring what I was saying, but laughing at whatever the other girls were laughing at. "You four can make it to the dorms all right?" They all said 'yes' and waved as they started staggering towards the dorms, bursting into random laughter every once in awhile.

I moved towards the gas station, considering perhaps buying an Icee or a soda. Maybe I'd buy some chips or something as well. I walked along a small road past the University campus and into random buildings that consisted of mostly thrift stores and small restaurants, all of which were closed at the time. There were some people walking down this road to find their cars, most from the party I had just come from, but not a lot at this time of night.

I made it to the gas station easily, walking in to get an Icee… I settled for strawberry flavor. The man at the register recognized me, not finding it odd to find me here so late into the night seeing as I often came here for an Icee when I had nothing to do and needed a walk. I wished him a good night, and headed back towards the campus slowly, taking sips from my Icee luxuriously and looking up at the sky. I had to watch how I stepped in these shoes, though, so I didn't move too quickly.

While in my own thoughts of the feel of that random man's hands against my waist and Brielle's lips brushing over my skin, I heard a sudden whimpering of fear in the darkness. I stopped sharply, looking from the sky to the direction I heard the noise come from. All I could see was the darkness of an alley between a thrift store and florist shop. I took another sip of my Icee, staring into the darkness, waiting to see if perhaps I was just hearing things.

Then a clear sound of a whimper from the alley struck me, and I stopped sipping before looking down the road in hesitation. I couldn't be sure if I wanted to look at what was happening in the darkness. For all I know, it was just a couple from the party getting busy, and I didn't want to actually physically interrupt that to be left in utter awkwardness. But then it could be one of those jerks taking advantage of some innocent woman, possibly even raping that person. Not that I could physically do anything but threaten to call the cops or throw my Icee at them. I couldn't be sure if I should at least check to make sure some girl wasn't in trouble in that alley. I mean, it is an alley. All kinds of bad stuff happen in allies.

My morals weren't too flawed, and my bravery was strong… or perhaps my feminist side that wanted to protect my own people of same gender from idiotic males kicked in. I made a decision to sneak forward, just to make sure the girl who made the noise wasn't getting hurt. If it was something more along the lines of consensual sex, I could just sneak back and continue on my way. I didn't want to exactly be a cock blocker.

I sipped on my Icee a bit more as I slowly made my way into the darkness of the alley, towards where I could hear more fearful whimpering escape into the air. My entire body tensed, afraid of witnessing the worse and my eyes began to adjust to the darkness. The first thing I could see was what looked like a small metal dumpster, just big enough to hide behind from the view of the street. It was from this concealed spot that I heard the scuffle.

When I got closer, I saw a dark figure holding what I assumed to be the whimpering female against the wall, pressing against her form dominantly. I saw her hands beating at his back, struggling to escape, but clothing was still on the dark form so from the looks of it he hadn't started his damage just yet. And I wasn't about to let him.

"Hey," I said loudly, my heart pounding in my chest, "Leave her alone!" In a blink of an eye, the form was gone. I had my Icee up in the air, ready to hurl it at the jerk, but when I looked around he was nowhere to be seen. I still stood in my pose, turning around as though he was still standing about waiting to attack me as well.

I noticed the girl still against the wall, holding her neck and trembling in utter fear. She blinked a few times, staring at me as though in amazement, but the fear was still thick in her expression. I reached for her, and she moved her hand from her neck to grip mine. I pulled her from the alley to the light in order to inspect her.

The first thing I noticed was that she was fully clothed, but that was before I realized her hand in mine was super wet. I looked down at our clasped hands, and moved my hand from her grip to see it covered in blood.

"Oh my God," I gasped, and the girl as well looked as though she was about to faint as she reached up to hold her neck. "Where are you bleeding from?"

"I'm not sure," she said, her words slurring drunkenly, and I moved her hair, pulling her hand from her neck. The sight was scary. Blood was spilling from puncture wounds on her neck, like she had been bitten by an animal. I pressed her hand against her neck.

"Keep pressure on it," I ordered firmly, wishing Brielle was here. She was more knowledgeable with the whole wound thing being Pre-med and all. I looked around, and assumed I should probably sit the girl down. "Here, sit against the wall… do you have a cellphone?"

The girl nodded, and dug into her pant pocket for what seemed like forever before handing me her pink cellphone. I automatically opened it and called the police, claiming to have found a girl with a bite wound on her neck bleeding rather profusely. After giving our location, I stayed on the phone, bending down to check to make sure the girl stayed conscious and find information on her.

"You're going to be okay," I finally told her as the sound of an ambulance came screaming into the night, followed by two cop cars. I had mentioned that a man was here, but I couldn't quite explain how he could have made such a bite wound on the girl.

"Thank you," the girl said as the paramedics came in to help her. It felt weird to know that I possibly had just saved some girl's life.