A/N: I don't own Valkyrie, Wreath or Crux. Val is in her 20s. Ah, I don't own "Hello" by Lionel Richie either. Story contains spoilers, obviously.
Wreath was driving me in his rental car through the streets of Dublin. He'd returned to Ireland and we'd been training for weeks. I'd Surged and chosen Necromancy, and now my old teacher and friend was attentive to me. It was almost creepy in a way. And the breaking point came that day. "You can try the CD player if you want, Valkyrie. I think there's something in there."
I did and when Lionel Richie's "Hello" came on I was horrified. I looked over at Wreath, but he seemed oblivious.
"Let me out of the car." I said, feeling panic start to rise in me.
"What?"
"Let me out of the car. Now, Solomon!" I said angrily. He pulled over and stared at me, snapping the player off.
"What is wrong with you, Valkyrie?"
"Nothing! Just let me out."
"Fine. Get out." He said angrily, turning to stare rigidly through the windscreen. I did, almost falling in my hurry to get away from him. I almost ran into the nearest shop, a bookstore, and I spent the longest time there, trying to get my heart to slow down.
It's just a stupid song. I told myself. Wreath didn't even know it would come on. There's no way your teacher would play the ultimate teacher stalking a student song for you. I told myself. It didn't help that in the video a lovestruck teacher was stalking his student and she was literally blind. Something about her being helpless to sense him as he stalked her terrified me. Please tell me he isn't stalking me. Please God, I'll be a good person. Just please, not him. Not that way.
I went out and managed to get a cab, lost in my thoughts. I'd been getting strange calls from an unlisted number. But I had Wreath's number, didn't I? And he was over three centuries old! And I'd never forgive him for making me bait for Crux.
I shivered as I got home, then went and checked to make sure the magic was in place to keep Necromancers out. I calmed down after a while and by bedtime I could take a shower. I could laugh about it now. It wasn't like Wreath thought I might love him like the video implied the student loved her teacher. He'd probably laugh too, once I told him. The landline rang once then stopped as I got out of the shower. I froze, then shook my head. I was imagining things and if I ever saw Wreath again, I'd have to apologize.
But as I went out to my bedroom I saw a single black rose laid across my pillow, my Necromancy ring tucked securely around it.
Wheee! Mwhahahaha!