Crane lied in his own bed, his eyes tightly shut. He opened his eyes when he felt someone breathe down his face. He saw Diana lying next to him, dressed in one of his dress-shirts, and just that. The sleeves were too long for her, and it reached her thighs. It showed him how small and fragile she was.

She smiled at him.

'Good morning, sleepyhead' she spoke sweetly.

She wanted to get up, but he grabbed her by her waist, pulling her back to him.

'Where do you think you're going?' he asked.

She giggled, a sound he loved to hear.

'I wanted to make you breakfast' she said innocently.

He moved his hand towards the buttons of the shirt she was wearing. Slowly, he undressed her, causing her breath to hitch in her throat.

He pulled her against him, their bodies completely bare against each other as he took of the oversized dress-shirt. He pressed tender, light kisses to her neck. She let out a slight whimper of unease.

'Relax…' he purred into her ear.

'J-Jonathan…' she gasped.

He stifled back a groan at hearing her say his name. He kissed her neck more passionately, wanting her to say his name again.

He found himself short of breath as their bodies became one. He cursed under his breath, his hips grinding against hers, their skin touching, his lips on her soft, creamy colored skin, while he buried his nose into her silky hair.

She grasped her fingers into his hair, her body curled up against him as soft gasps and moans escaped her.

'I love you, Jonathan' she softly gasped.

He smiled. He stroked her hair, her eyes locked deep within his as he made love to her, claimed her, and made her his. She was so perfect in his arms…

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Crane sat up in his bed, sweat on his forehead at his intense dream. A faint smile crept up his face. It had seemed so real. It almost seemed like they were actually together, like she was actually giving herself to him, like he really was able to smell her soft perfume, and hold her close.

He looked to his side, the side of his bed where he had dreamt she'd be. His gaze grew cold. It had all been a dream. He needed to make it a reality. She would be his.

He had never wanted a woman's touch so badly as hers. Some part of him, the human part, craved, needed her comfort. To hold him, to rest his head on her lap as her hands drew strokes in his hair, to hear her sweet, soft voice speak gentle, caring words to him.

As he got ready for another day, he caught himself imagining her there, watching his every step with a shy smile. She'd walk up to him, and fix his tie before pressing her soft lips against his.

When he ate breakfast, he saw her at the kitchen table, her long, brown hair full of elegant waves, while she wore a silky, black robe. It wasn't tied together, allowing him to see the white, semi see-through nightgown she wore. The white gave a slight tan to her naturally pale skin.

And when he attempted to reach out for her, she disappeared. He hated it. He wanted her close to him, at any costs.

He chose to lay low for a few days, and observe her at school, and after school. He needed to know what she was coping with.

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When Crane arrived at Diana's house, most of the house was dark, apart from one room. He watched with interest as Diana appeared in front of the window. She wore a towel, and just that. Her long hair was pinned up on the back of her head, while loose strands framed her face. His breath got stuck in his throat. His heart clenched with desire at seeing her so exposed, so vulnerable.

Even from a distance, he could see her image very clearly. He wasn't that far away though, and the fact her house had pretty big windows had a hand in this.

He watched her change into a plain, black v-neck, and jeans. While the clothes were simple, they seemed so much more special on her. She was slender, and very well proportioned for her age. He had noticed in his class. He had allowed his eyes to take in her beauty, every little detail of her appearance.

He started the car.

'We should go before she sees us'

'Not yet, Johnny. As soon as she's left, we'll go in'

'Unlikely. I won't risk the chance of her parents seeing us'

'I'm pretty sure she's home alone'

'We can't take that chance'

'Ohh we can and you know you want to'

Crane bit on his lip, realizing he did want to see what kind of house she lived in. He sighed in defeat.

After she had left the house, he unbuckled, and got out of the car. He went towards the house, and found out the door was open. He frowned, but didn't think much about it.

As he entered the house, he wrinkled his nose at the smell of alcohol, and cigarettes. How she managed to smell so clean and pure, was a mystery to him.

He skipped the kitchen, which was a mess. He headed upstairs, and found her room rather quickly. Her room was rather clean. There was no personal touch to the furniture, indicating she wasn't allowed to pick stuff she liked.

He took a seat on her bed, and touched the sheets. A smile crept up his face. He could tell which side she slept on, her sheets were still rather warm.

He went through her nightstand, and found a journal there. He opened it, wanting to know what was inside.

January 20th, 2003

Mom brought home a new boyfriend, Michael. I was shocked. It had only been a few weeks since dad left. Why would she do that?

His eyes softened at the thought. She must've been really confused and sad.

February 17th, 2003

Something really bad happened. After mom left for work, Michael started touching me. I told him to stop, but he kept going. I tried to get away, but he was too strong.

He pushed me down onto the floor, and took my clothes from me. He…

Crane narrowed his eyes, seeing the sentence had stopped there. He went through her journal, finding out there had been countless times this stepfather of hers had forced her to submit to his own, selfish desires. And that her mother, never helped her defenseless daughter when she was trapped underneath that man. It angered him.

'We should find the bastard, and kill him'

'How about we use the toxin on him instead?' Crane asked.

He heard laughter inside his head, realizing Scarecrow agreed with him. He would find this asshole, and make sure that he would never bring harm upon his Diana.

He placed her journal back, and went to her closet. He opened it, finding very plain clothes there. Carefully, he touched the little black dress she had, wondering why she wouldn't wear it. He allowed himself to bury his nose into the fabric, savoring her sweet scent. She smelled incredible.

He moved to the drawers, seeing her underwear there. That too, was very plain and dull. Mostly, she wore either white or black cotton underwear, and matching bras.

He found a single red lingerie set, laced and slightly see-through. He imagined her in it, panting underneath him as he pressed heavy, lust-filled kisses to her neck. His hands on her body, exploring her, making her see she was able to trust him. To feel her breath on his fevered skin as they laid close, her body warm against his.

He stifled back a groan; his fantasies making his body react violently. He stood up, his lower body throbbing slightly.

He decided he had done enough exploring for one day, and reminded himself that the more he thought of her, the worse his need to have her would be. He had to keep himself under control.

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Diana closed her locker silently, and heaved a deep sigh escaping her. She looked up when an unfamiliar guy got over to her. He leaned against the locker close to hers.

He had brown hair, and brown eyes. He seemed handsome, but she wanted nothing more than to get away from him.

'You're Diana, right?' he asked.

She gave a soft nod. He moved closer, too close for her comfort level. She moved back, but he grabbed her arm. He pulled her closer. She whimpered.

'You always look so lonely. I can help you' he told her.

She didn't miss the way his eyes want to her body.

'I'm fine' she stuttered.

She wanted to get away, but he pressed her up against the lockers, and put a knee between her legs, rubbing against her most sensitive areas.

'Don't be shy' he whispered.

With her arms firmly pinned against the lockers, she had nowhere to go. Tears brimmed in her eyes. Her hips unwillingly bucked against him.

'Please stop' she pleaded.

His lips met her neck. She gasped.

'Shh…' he purred into her ear.

A few of his friends watched from a distance, laughing at seeing her so distressed.

She squirmed in his grasp, becoming more and more panicked by being trapped.

'Let me go!' she nearly yelled.

Passing students watched her, disinterest clear in their eyes. Tears cascaded down her cheeks.

'Stop it! Please!' she begged.

'Jeez, relax a little' he snapped.

'No! Please let go!' she cried out.

He released her, and stepped back. She looked at him, tears in her eyes. She collapsed onto her knees, tears flooding from her eyes. Her body trembled.

'I was only kidding. Freaking psycho' he snarled.

'Please clarify, Mr. Duncan, why you refer to one of your fellow students as a psycho? And why would you put her through such a sick 'joke' while it's obvious she didn't see it as a joke?'

She looked up. She saw Crane stand close to her. He held out his hand. She hesitantly took it, too terrified and confused to see him as the cruel teacher he actually was. She watched as the guy that had assaulted her, walked off with his friends.

Her knees felt wobbly, causing her to collapse against his chest. She grasped her fingers deeply into his clothing.

'I'm so, so sorry…Professor Crane…I'm sorry' she sobbed.

'Come on, I'll take you to my office. You need a glass of water' he explained.

She obediently walked along with him, her body trembling heavily. She hated college so much.

XXX

Diana looked around her, seeing that Crane's office was very clean and organized. She took the plastic cup from him, and sipped from her water.

'Are you alright? Did he hurt you?' he asked her.

'I-I'm fine' she softly said.

'He'll be punished for this, Diana. I'll go to the headmaster straight after class' he said.

He took a seat at his desk, opposite to her. She kept her eyes down. More tears filled her eyes. She blinked them away, allowing them to roll down her pale cheeks.

'Could you please tell Adam where I am?' she nearly begged.

'Diana, if I told him, he'd find that guy, and beat him up. He'd be expelled. You don't want that, do you?' he questioned.

She shook her head slowly. She remembered putting his handkerchief in her pocket. She slowly pulled it out. She had cleaned it thoroughly.

Shyly, she held it out.

'I cleaned this for you' she commented quietly.

He took it from her, a small smile on his face.

'How thoughtful. Thank you' he said.

She nodded. He stood up.

'You can stay here for your next term. I'll let the teacher know you're here' he explained.

He went to the door.

'I'll soon be teaching my own class, so you'll be on your own. If you need to, lock the door. And if you need any help, don't hesitate to tell me' he said.

She swallowed when he left, both glad and confused. Maybe Crane wasn't such a bad teacher after all.

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Yes, I did something! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I enjoyed writing it. Please let me know what you think! :D

Have a nice day!

~TheOneWithTooManyInterests