Light was streaming in through the crappy curtains, stirring me from sleep. I stretched out my body loving the tightness of used muscles; I felt a smile pull up at my mouth. God I had had sex with Oliver, and man was he good he really knew his way around a woman. Must be all the practice I thought to myself. I knew Oliver wasn't still here, not that I really expected him to be but it would have been nice to have him here, but who the hell am I kidding it was a one night stand not a declaration of love for Christ sakes.

Just then my phone started to ring. Who the hell was ringing on a Saturday morning, I don't know but there lucky I'm already awake. I still hadn't opened my eyes so I grabbed my phone with them shut not bothering with looking who was calling.

'Hello.' I said groggily.

'Well...Good morning sleeping beauty. I have to say that when I left you, you're lucky you looked so peaceful or I may have had my way with you again.'

'Oliver?' I asked still half asleep.

'Who else would have been leaving your room in the early hours of the morning?'

'Yeah no one...can I ask why you are calling and so early on a Saturday?'

'You better not tell anyone about last night.'

'As if and who the hell is going to believe me anyway.'

'Good.' He hung up.

AHH, it was too early for that conversation with seƱor psycho. I am so going back to sleep.

I fell back to sleep and woke up a lot fresher, I went for a shower put on my clothes and went out for some breakfast. When I left the dorms it was like every pair of eyes was following me, people were literally staring right at me. I quickly looked down, checking that I had clothes on, had a nip slip going on or a camel toe. Everything was fine what the fuck is everyone looking at. I carried on walking but then everyone carried on looking I was super pissed off. I walked up to some girl, who then tried to look away.

'Hey don't stop fucking looking at me now, what the fuck is everyone staring at?'

'Ummm... You're her?'

'I'm who?'

'You're Melanie, the girl who tied that guy up and left him last night.'

'Is that why everyone is staring at me because I left some jerk naked outside?'

'You don't know?'

'Know what?' I said exasperated.

'He's dead.'

'He's...what?'

'Dead, they found him this morning.'

'Dead...no, no he can't be he was alive when I left him.'

'I'm sorry but he has died and people are saying you killed him.'

'I killed him...they think I killed him? I didn't kill him.'

'Look I'm sorry but I can't say anymore except that the police might be looking for you.'

God my head was spinning, dead he couldn't be dead, he was alive and I didn't kill him. I started walking away from the girl and everyone staring at me was too much I took off running away from campus. I ended up on a bench in the park. So many thoughts were running through my head. I couldn't breathe; I'm going to pass out. Shit I shoved my head between my legs and concentrated on controlling my breathing.

What the fuck happened last night, why would someone kill James? To get revenge on him or to frame me? I didn't kill him but... my god would Oliver have killed him? Shit I have to go see Oliver. I got up and made my way to Common grounds being careful to stay as inconspicuous as I could which was quite hard given my outfit I may as well have had a sign over my head saying wanted by police arrest me with arrows flashing above my head. Damn it the one day I decided to wear a bright pink top with a black skirt with pink sparkly heels, but thankfully I did not see many people.

As I got to Common Grounds I saw a police car parked outside. Shit, I looked around and saw an alley which ran alongside common grounds. If I could slip in there I could ring Oliver and maybe get him to let me in the back door. However if he's trying to frame me, he could just turn me into the police. I quickly ran across the road and slipped into the alley. It was a wide alley so you could see straight down it, so I tried to stay in the shadows and went to the bottom and hid behind a bin. I fished out my phone and redialled the last number to phone me. It started ringing and on the second ring it was answered.

'Hello, why are you phoning me?'

'Oliver, are the police in there?'

'Yes they are, why?'

'They could be looking for me, could you come to the back door and let me in I'm hiding in the alley.'

'Why could they be looking for you?'

'I'll tell you when you let me in.'

'Why should I let you in?'

'I don't rely on people very often and it's not often I use this word but...Please?'

'Very well, I'll be right there.'

I stayed ducked down behind the bin, until I saw the door open, with Oliver standing in the doorway. I quickly got the door and shut it behind me.

'Thanks for letting me in, is there somewhere private we can go to talk?'

'Follow me.'

I followed Oliver into a room marked office. He sat down at his desk and I took the chair opposite him. God he looked good, why did he have to have this silver fox thing going on and all those hard angles on his face he just makes me weak at the knees. He nodded at me, which I took was his way of telling me to start telling him why.

'So umm... you know that guy from last night, he's umm...dead.'

'When you say dead?'

'I mean dead, never to breathe again and apparently I killed him. So now the police are looking to question me for a murder, and who wouldn't want to question me I mean I left him tied up and wrote Melanie's bitch on his stomach.'

'And what does this have to do with me?'

'I want to know if you killed him because it sure as hell wasn't me, I was with you and it's not like I can use that as an alibi now is it. So was it you?'

'Not that I appreciate the insinuation, but no it wasn't me and before you ask no it wasn't a vampire.'

'Then who the fuck killed him because they are sure as hell going to try and pin it on me!' I said practically shouting at Oliver. A small smile tweaked at the corner of his mouth. Great he's laughing at me.

'Thanks for laughing at me, I must be mad not to find this whole situation funny.'

'I'm not laughing at you, you amuse me because you're not afraid of me no one would dare to shout at me but you don't care do you.' Oliver got up and walked around his desk and stopped right in front of me.

'You like to flirt with death; you live for the pain of life.' He said while stroking my face. He slowly bent down and kissed me. He pulled me from the chair and crushed me to him, he quickly span around so I was up against the desk. He lifted me up onto the top and I wrapped my legs around him. Allowing him to come in closer, I moaned into his mouth when he nipped my bottom lip with his teeth and began to remove my clothes.

A while later, I was putting my clothes back on when there was a knock on the office door, I quickly looked at Oliver who used his hand to shush me and point to his side of the desk. Great now he wants me to get under the desk, I much prefer it when he wants me on top of the desk but I had to hide so I quickly crawled under the desk then Oliver sat down and positioned his legs so that they were around me under the desk.

'Come in.' Called Oliver. I heard the door open.

'I'm sorry to bother you sir but the police were here earlier but they are back and would like a quick word with you.' I heard a guy say.

'Let them in.' I Heard the door close as he left.

'What the hell Oliver you couldn't tell them to come back in 10 minutes, like when I'm not hiding under your desk.'

'Shut up, they're coming.'

Just then I heard the door open and someone came in.

'Sheriff Moses, what can I do for you?'

'Oliver, I'm here about a murder up at the university.'

'And this has what to do with me, it's not like I would care about the death of one mortal unless there was a waste of blood.'

'I want to know whether you have seen this girl. Not your opinion about his death.'

'She looks familiar I might have seen her in here from time to time, why is she important?'

'She was the last person seen with him and has since been missing no one has seen her since she left campus this morning and we know that she hasn't left town. I just want to talk to her about last night.'

'I'll keep my eyes open; if I see her I'll let you know.'

I heard the door open and close. Oliver slid his chair back allowing me room to crawl out.

'While I was under the table listening to that conversation I came to a decision... I'm going to turn myself into the police.'

'You're what?'

'Look I'm not going to mention you but I can't hide in here for the rest of my life, and I can't leave town so my only option is to go and answer their questions and before you ask I will leave you out of it. Now I'm going to sneak out the back way and turn myself in.' I turned towards the door.

'You might want to do all your buttons up and put your underwear on unless you were leaving these for me.' He said holding my underwear in his had I marched over to him and grabbed them from his outstretched hand when he pulled me in and kissed me. I let it continue for a little bit then pushed him back, though he barely moved it was like trying to move a bolder, so I moved my head.

'Oliver this isn't going to change my mind, so now if you would just hand over my underwear, I would like to get this sorted today.'

Oliver let me go and handed me my underwear, I put them on and headed for the door. I slipped out and made my way to the back door. I went out checking the alley was clear, I walked out onto the street and looked around there was no police around so I made my way to the local police station.

I walked in and went up to the front desk.

'How can I help?' The guy behind the desk asked not paying much attention to me.

'Umm I believe your looking for me my name is Melanie Johnson.' As soon as I said my name I saw the awareness of who I was and why people were looking for me.

'If you would just like to come through.'

I heard the door buzz and pushed it open.

'Follow me.'

He took me to an interrogation room; the room was bare except for a table and two chairs, a little camera in the corner and a one way window. So I couldn't see them but I knew they could see me. Pretty standard stuff, I knew my way around a police interrogation room, so I took the seat the police man offered me. After 10 minutes a woman came in she was an African American she had short brown hair, had a scar on her face but it didn't hinder her good looks.

'It's Melanie right? I'm Sheriff Moses.'

'Yeah my names Melanie Johnson.'

'So Melanie, I assume you know why you here?'

'I was told by someone on the campus about the death of a boy named James and that the police were looking to question me.'

'Yet you evaded police for several hours since you left campus this morning, where were you?'

'I was in shock when I found out I ran from campus not paying much attention to my surroundings I sat in I think it was a local park for a little bit, I had a panic attack so I was there for a while trying to calm down and then I had to walk, get away and think about last night.'

'You left a party with the deceased last night, we have witnesses to this fact and then he turns up dead chained to a post and with the word's Melanie's Bitch written across his naked body. Can you explain this?'

'I can explain most of it except for the fact that he is dead.' I said evenly trying to contain my temper which was building.

'Explain it to me from the beginning what happened that night.'

So I started to explain what happened explaining about James using me for the sake of someone else to get pictures of me naked to give to this person.

'Were you angry?'

'Your damn right I was angry I was fucking pissed but I had a plan.'

I then went on to talk about my plan with taking him down by stripping him down, handcuffing him and writing on his stomach.

'I have the photo on my phone but believe me when I say he was 100% alive when I left him nothing but a bruised ego.'

'What did you do after?'

'I went back to my dorm and was there the rest of the night and didn't leave again until this morning.'

'Can anyone confirm this?'

'No, what don't you get about me leaving my date handcuffed and naked. Even though he was a dick I wouldn't have wanted him dead, he was being manipulated by someone else.'

'Do you know who this person manipulating him was?'

'Yeah I know who it was...It was Monica Morrell.'