Part 6
Illyria felt a rush of disappointment when she returned to her room to find Enya alone, reading a murder mystery novel. "What happened to your study date?" she asked.
"It was nothing more than that. Guy came by, picked up some biology notes and left."
"Too bad," Illyria tossed her purse in the general direction of her bed. She soon became aware of the heat of eyes on her. "What?"
"Why are you suddenly so interested on whether or not I have a date?"
Illyria cringed, if Enya knew about the spell, then it wouldn't work and all their effort would be a waste of time. "I'm just curious. Is that a crime?"
Enya shrugged, turning back to her novel. "Maybe you should be less concerned about finding ad ate for me, and get one for yourself."
Illyria didn't say anything. That had never crossed her mind, to do the spell for herself. She'd been so obsessed with making her depressing roommate less depressed, it had never occurred to her to find her own soulmate.
"I have *plenty* of dates," she said hotly, cheeks flushing. "I'm just - Jesus, sue me for taking an interest!" She stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She told herself she was okay just playing the field. She was too young to tie herself to one guy so soon.
Yet, she saw Amara and Lizette around all the time, how in love they were. She had wanted that for her reclused rommie. Why hadn't she done it for herself? ~Maybe,~ she thought wistfully. ~Maybe.~
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Enya was certain she was just being paranoid, she was hearing people whisper about her, giving her odd looks all over campus, particularly in her lectures the following morning. People usually ignored her.
She occasionally got fleeting glances from boys who might be interested in her. Today there was nothing.
Flashbacks were racing through her mind. It had been like this after people had discovered she was a werewolf. Technically, that was punishable by death, destruction of the town to prevent rumours of the Night World spreading. For some reason it hadn't happened.
Illyria's friend Katrissa was in her biology class. Maybe she knew what was going on.
"You haven't heard."
"Obviously, or I wouldn't be asking, would I?"
"Morpheus Blackwood is dead."
Enya blinked. "Huh?"
"Illyria said you had a study date with him last night."
Enya felt her blood start to chill. "Yeah. He came by, got some class notes and left. That was all."
"Really. Because apparently you were kicking the crap out of some guy who just *stopped* *by* the other night."
Enya flushed. "There were major circumstances there." She looked around, seeing a small crowd starting to gather.
Enya hurried back to her dorm room, just wanting to be alone away from prying, accusing eyes. Only to find an unwanted visitor there, poking through her wardrobe. "Can I help you?"
The raven haired girl turned, a cruel smirk twisting her elegantly sculpted red lips. "You don't remember me, do you?"
Enya frowned. "Should I?" The girl didn't seem familiar. Illyria had people running in and out of the room all the time, but as far as she was aware, she had never seen this girl before.
The girl laughed, meant to be cold, but to Enya, it just sounded - tacky. She decided it was smart not to comment. "Who are you?" She paused, then got it. "You killed Morpheus."
"You're smarter than I gave you credit for," the girl said.
Enya eyed her, frowning again. "If you're one of Khal's girls, he's all yours. I've been through with him for quite some time."
"You see he has this unhealthy obsessions with you, though god knows why. As soon as you kill yourself he'll forget about you."
Enya blinked. "Kill myself."
"If I killed you, that would be too obvious."
Enya shook her head in disbelief, unable to believe what she was hearing. Who would be crazy enough to come up with such an insane idea?
"So," the girl was going on. "I thought it would be more fun to do with whatever it took to make you destroy yourself." With a smile she turned and started to walk out the door.
"Hey, you never told me your name," Enya called after her.
"Angelina Dramanio. Remember that." And she was gone.
Snickering, Enya went back into her room. Angelina Dramanio. Could you say fake name any quicker? So this girl had a crush on Khal or was one of his ex's or whatever. Enya wondered who she really was.
She needed to find out before "Angelina" managed to attempt her next move.
That was going to be fun.
* * *
Illyria felt a rush of disappointment when she returned to her room to find Enya alone, reading a murder mystery novel. "What happened to your study date?" she asked.
"It was nothing more than that. Guy came by, picked up some biology notes and left."
"Too bad," Illyria tossed her purse in the general direction of her bed. She soon became aware of the heat of eyes on her. "What?"
"Why are you suddenly so interested on whether or not I have a date?"
Illyria cringed, if Enya knew about the spell, then it wouldn't work and all their effort would be a waste of time. "I'm just curious. Is that a crime?"
Enya shrugged, turning back to her novel. "Maybe you should be less concerned about finding ad ate for me, and get one for yourself."
Illyria didn't say anything. That had never crossed her mind, to do the spell for herself. She'd been so obsessed with making her depressing roommate less depressed, it had never occurred to her to find her own soulmate.
"I have *plenty* of dates," she said hotly, cheeks flushing. "I'm just - Jesus, sue me for taking an interest!" She stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She told herself she was okay just playing the field. She was too young to tie herself to one guy so soon.
Yet, she saw Amara and Lizette around all the time, how in love they were. She had wanted that for her reclused rommie. Why hadn't she done it for herself? ~Maybe,~ she thought wistfully. ~Maybe.~
* * *
Enya was certain she was just being paranoid, she was hearing people whisper about her, giving her odd looks all over campus, particularly in her lectures the following morning. People usually ignored her.
She occasionally got fleeting glances from boys who might be interested in her. Today there was nothing.
Flashbacks were racing through her mind. It had been like this after people had discovered she was a werewolf. Technically, that was punishable by death, destruction of the town to prevent rumours of the Night World spreading. For some reason it hadn't happened.
Illyria's friend Katrissa was in her biology class. Maybe she knew what was going on.
"You haven't heard."
"Obviously, or I wouldn't be asking, would I?"
"Morpheus Blackwood is dead."
Enya blinked. "Huh?"
"Illyria said you had a study date with him last night."
Enya felt her blood start to chill. "Yeah. He came by, got some class notes and left. That was all."
"Really. Because apparently you were kicking the crap out of some guy who just *stopped* *by* the other night."
Enya flushed. "There were major circumstances there." She looked around, seeing a small crowd starting to gather.
Enya hurried back to her dorm room, just wanting to be alone away from prying, accusing eyes. Only to find an unwanted visitor there, poking through her wardrobe. "Can I help you?"
The raven haired girl turned, a cruel smirk twisting her elegantly sculpted red lips. "You don't remember me, do you?"
Enya frowned. "Should I?" The girl didn't seem familiar. Illyria had people running in and out of the room all the time, but as far as she was aware, she had never seen this girl before.
The girl laughed, meant to be cold, but to Enya, it just sounded - tacky. She decided it was smart not to comment. "Who are you?" She paused, then got it. "You killed Morpheus."
"You're smarter than I gave you credit for," the girl said.
Enya eyed her, frowning again. "If you're one of Khal's girls, he's all yours. I've been through with him for quite some time."
"You see he has this unhealthy obsessions with you, though god knows why. As soon as you kill yourself he'll forget about you."
Enya blinked. "Kill myself."
"If I killed you, that would be too obvious."
Enya shook her head in disbelief, unable to believe what she was hearing. Who would be crazy enough to come up with such an insane idea?
"So," the girl was going on. "I thought it would be more fun to do with whatever it took to make you destroy yourself." With a smile she turned and started to walk out the door.
"Hey, you never told me your name," Enya called after her.
"Angelina Dramanio. Remember that." And she was gone.
Snickering, Enya went back into her room. Angelina Dramanio. Could you say fake name any quicker? So this girl had a crush on Khal or was one of his ex's or whatever. Enya wondered who she really was.
She needed to find out before "Angelina" managed to attempt her next move.
That was going to be fun.
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