As Diana walked past other students, she couldn't help but feel their eyes on her. It caught her of guard. What were they looking at?

She entered Crane's classroom, and took a seat. She kept her eyes down, but looked up when he got over to her. She feared he would see the many fresh bruises forming on her neck. Michael had grabbed her there harshly, and had forced her up against the wall when she had accidently set him off.

He gave her a warm smile, making her cheeks grow warm with embarrassment.

'How are you?' he asked.

Before she could answer, his eyes went to the bruises on her neck. She bit hard on her bottom lip, seeing he quickly figured out how she had gotten those bruises. At that moment, more students entered. He looked into her eyes.

'I'd like to talk to you after class' he spoke.

She felt uneasy at his demand, but felt too shy to tell him no. She nodded faintly, and watched him as he took a seat at his desk.

She listened to him when he started his class, but kept looking around her, feeling as if all eyes were on her. She felt scared, and alone. She wished Adam was with her. He made everything so much better for her.

XXX

After giving his students their assignments, Crane kept his attention on Diana, whom rested her head on her hand, while trying to focus on her work.

He felt enraged at seeing her covered in bruises. He didn't doubt the fact it was her stepfather whom had done that to her. It looked like she had been grabbed by her neck, hard.

Carefully, she raised her hand.

'I've got a question' she said very softly.

His heartbeat fastened. He got up, and got to her side. He listened to her as she explained what she didn't get. He had to keep himself from being distracted by her. She was so breathtaking up close.

He closed his eyes briefly at her perfume. He breathed in her scent. She smelled so delicate, opposed to how dirty her home was.

She looked up to him very shyly, her green eyes meeting his own blue ones very briefly. She immediately looked down, her cheeks flushing even more.

He explained slowly, making sure she fully got it. She understood her mistakes, and nodded faintly.

He stood up straight, and went to his desk, only to hear her mumble a very quiet 'thank you' before he took his seat again.

He smiled at seeing her, her beauty, her small, fragile yet curvy body, the little birthmark she had next to her right eye...

'You're getting rather excited, Johnny-boy. Better hope she doesn't see it'

Crane immediately crossed his legs at his other half's comment. He tried to sustain the boiling pressure in his lower body, but as days passed, it was getting hard to control himself.

'I'm aware of that fact'

'She's so lovely, isn't she? So small and fragile, like a doll'

'Stop it'

'Why? You're enjoying yourself rather well with your eyes on her. Why not throw a little imagination in there?'

'Not during my class. Now will you keep quiet?'

'So you can keep on looking at her, and thinking about how she would feel in your arms?'

Crane couldn't stop Scarecrow as he fabricated imaginations of Diana in his arms, crying out his name is pure pleasure, her soft, high-pitched cries echoing through his head.

He closed his eyes, his thoughts overwhelming him. He couldn't wait much longer. He had to set his plan into motion. He had to.

XXX

After class, Crane watched his students leave. He got up at seeing Diana head for the door, desperate to get away.

'Diana' he called after her.

She froze at his voice, and looked up. His eyes softened.

'Did you forget?' he checked with her.

'N-no' she answered softly.

As soon as everyone had left, he went to the door, and slowly closed it. He twisted the lock, and allowed the key to fall into his pocket. While he didn't plan on hurting her, he didn't want anyone else to intervene.

Yet, he doubted whether to lock the door was such a good idea.

'You don't want anyone else to enter, right?'

'I don't. But trapping her here will most likely scare her even more'

'If you don't keep the door locked, she'll run out the door, and people will know something's wrong'

Crane sighed in defeat.

'You're right'

He quietly told her to take a seat in the chair on the other side of his desk, and sat down himself. She still didn't look at him as she sat down, her cheeks flushed with a lovely shade of pink.

He admired her in silence, her closeness causing his heartbeat to fasten. She was so close.

He sat back.

'I've come to notice all the bruises you have on your arms and neck. Not to mention your split lip and black eye. Do have trouble at home?' he asked, while knowing the full truth.

'I'm f-fine' she lied.

Crane narrowed his eyes. Of course she would say that. Whoever abused her, told her to keep her mouth shut. He himself was a victim of abuse; he knew how people treated their victims. They'd intimidate them, and scare them into doing what they said.

'You can trust me, Diana. I won't tell anyone what you want to tell me' he assured her.

She carefully got up.

'I-I should go' she softly said.

Before she could get to the door, he had grabbed her arm, being careful not to upset her. Gently, he pulled her closer to him. He had a hard time to not just grab both her arms, pull her against him, and kiss her tempting lips.

Tears were in her eyes as she looked up to him, her fear obvious. She was afraid she'd get beaten up again once she returned home. She was a terrible liar, and if she so much tried to lie, her parents would get physical with her.

His eyes went to her black eye. She had a perfectly round bruise right underneath her right eye.

'Who did that to you?' she asked.

Her eyes widened.

'N-no one did…I-I fell' she stuttered with tears in her eyes.

He laid both his hands on her shoulders.

'You don't have to lie to me. You can trust me. No harm will come to you, I promise' he promised.

She shook her head. She stepped back, and headed for the door. She tried to open it, but realized he had locked it. His eyes darkened slightly.

'I told you this was a bad idea'

'We shouldn't let her go until she tells the truth'

'She'll think I'm only trying to harm her'

'If you convince her you're trustworthy, she won't'

'We need to take it easy on her. She's been through enough'

She sank to the floor, soft sobs escaping her as her shoulders shook. He slowly walked over to her. She looked up, her eyes wide, and filled with tears. He kneeled down in front of her.

'Please let me go' she asked softly.

He took her face between his index finger and thumb, making her whimper at the contact. She squirmed in his grasp, forcing him to tighten his grip on her chin. A distressed cry left her rosy lips.

Crane found himself being less in control than he normally liked. She was scared; he needed to stop.

'That's enough, we need to stop'

'Not yet, Johnny-boy'

'I'm asking again; who did this to you?' he asked.

'Please…Professor Crane…let me go…' she begged him.

He looked into her eyes, her pupils enlarged at being so terrified. It broke his heart. He saw the pain she was forced to endure, the fear she felt, the lack of trust she had in people… it was all there in her eyes.

'Stop it'

'She needs to tell us'

'She doesn't! Just let her go'

'Tell me, Diana' he commanded.

She trembled.

'Who did that to you?' he asked.

She sobbed.

'M-my mom…' she choked.

'Not just your mother, am I right?' he asked, tilting his head to the side.

She shook her head. He knew her stepfather sexually assaulted her. It was cruel, and wrong. Her mind had been messed up and broken from all the abuse. He had to try and help her repair her broken mind.

'My stepfather…' she cried.

'There's your answer. Now let me back in control'

Crane instantly felt himself back in control. He released her. She looked up to him, confusion and fear in her eyes. Fear of him. He felt anger towards Scarecrow for terrifying this girl. He couldn't allow it to happen again.

'Your stepfather sexually abused you?' he asked.

She looked up. She gave a subtle nod. More tears filled her eyes. A soft sob escaped her. He stood up, and held out his hand.

She looked at his hand for a few moments, before taking it. He pulled her up, noticing how badly she was trembling.

'Please don't tell anyone' she pleaded with him.

'Why not? You're in pain, you suffer daily. Why wouldn't I go to the police?' he asked her.

She avoided his gaze.

'I…I…' she softly hesitated.

'I understand you're scared. And if you're not ready to go to the police, I'll keep your secret' he promised.

She didn't respond. She kept her eyes on the door, making him see how badly she wanted to be released from being so close to him. He sighed, and took the key to unlock the door. He took out his card. He handed it to her.

'Go home and rest. If you ever need help, just let me know. I'll always be there for you' he spoke charmingly.

She gave another faint nod before leaving. He ran a hand through his tousled hair.

'Next time, I'll stay in control'

He heard a chuckle inside his head.

'You're still rather uneasy, Johnny. I'm surprised she didn't notice'

Crane felt his cheeks flare for a moment before realizing what Scarecrow meant. He quickly went back to his desk, his legs crossed as he tried to look over some tests of his senior students. His lower body kept throbbing violently, making him curse under his breath. He had to get himself under control.

His thoughts calmed down as he thought of finding her stepfather. He would wait in front of Diana's house, and follow this man to wherever he went. Tonight…he wouldn't be able to escape.

XXX

Once Diana got home, she went to her room, and locked the door. She threw herself on her bed, a splitting headache tormenting her already pounding head.

She thought of the encounter she had with Crane. Was it normal for a teacher to do that if they were concerned for their students?

Tears burned in her eyes at the memory. She had never wished to be cornered like that.

Still…she had noticed that he hadn't completely been himself. Ever since he had been nicer to her, she had never seen him act so impulsively.

She heaved a sigh, and pulled his card out of her pocket. She placed it on her nightstand, and took out her journal. She began to write, her thoughts slowly at ease once she got it on paper. She was glad to have a journal. It eased her mind to write down everything that had happened. It showed her she wasn't making it up, or crazy. She was completely sane, she knew that.

XXX

Michael had seated himself at a bar late at night. He was annoyed, and angry. His so-called stepdaughter had locked the door again. He hated it. She had no right to keep herself from him. He simply took what he wanted, and she still hadn't accepted that fact.

She needed to learn her place. She would never be worth more than the little slut she was. She acted innocent, but he knew how many times she had been banged by him. How many times she had screamed, and had cried out underneath him as he took her.

He looked up at hearing the door open. A rather tall and slender man entered. He wore glasses, which shielded his pale, blue eyes.

He took a seat next to him.

'Some weather, huh?' the stranger joked.

'Go fuck yourself' he growled.

'Who got you in such a bad mood?' the stranger asked.

'If you must know, my stepdaughter did' he snapped.

The stranger chuckled. He ordered himself a drink. When asked for a drink, Michael replied hazily. What was this man up to?

Once their drinks, arrived, the stranger held out one glass.

'Little girls are a real nuisance, aren't they?' he asked.

Michael chuckled.

'You're damn right they are' he laughed.

He sipped his drink, but began to fill dizzy soon after. He looked around him, his vision blurring. He looked at the stranger, a twisted smirk on his lips.

'Take it easy. I'm a doctor' he said.

He blinked a few times, before falling off his chair, and fainting. Everything went black.

XXX

Crane watched test tubes bubble from a distance, a smirk of his face as he prepared a syringe to be filled.

He looked at Diana's stepfather as he slowly began to wake up, and struggled against his restrains. He filled the syringe with his toxin, pleased at the new, better formula he had made.

'What the fuck are you doing?' the man yelled.

Crane tapped the syringe carefully.

'You should've thought twice about hurting my angel, Michael' he spoke.

'What are you talking about?' he asked.

He neared the man, his fear obvious.

'You will never lay one of your filthy fingers on Diana again' he hissed.

Michael just laughed in fear.

'And you're going to stop me? The girl got what she deserved' he said.

Crane didn't hesitate to push the needle into this man's bloodstream. He stepped back, and went back to his lab-table. He heard Michael scream and cry, making his smirk in victory.

He took a seat, and took hold of one of the test-tubes, his eyes hardening with determination.

'Adam Fischer…you're next' he declared.

He listened as Michael's screams echoed through the room. He cast one look at the monster, glad he had used such a deadly doses. He wouldn't last long. His mind would be lost, and he would die. It was all he deserved.

XXX

Creepy Crane is creepy. He's being kind of sweet though XD Anyways, thanks for all your positive reviews. I'm glad!

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~TheOneWithTooManyInterests