Anastasia's P.O.V.-
My heart froze when I first saw him. I didn't even notice the other presence beside him- all my attention was on the taller, much stronger beast standing in the doorway. The wolf!
I'm going to die, was my initial thought but I quickly remembered my decision from last night. No… no, I don't think it's him, I slowly grasped. He's still a wolf, yes, but… There's something about his face- something kind, something warm… He didn't look like a killer to me. In fact, he looked… kinda cute; handsome in a regel sort of way. Is that weird? Surely, after what I went through last night. But I couldn't help it; that's just the way I saw him, irrelevant of how I felt. I guess it was instinctual or something. Animals my age are still getting used to all that sort of stuff.
I tried- poorly- to make small talk with him after the fox left. He seemed super nervous for some reason; probably could smell the blood on my arm. I had to lie and tell him that I tripped on the stairs- not the most convincing story I could have conjured up, but I didn't know what else to think of. In reality, it should have been me who was trembling all over myself, but… I didn't. I just….. didn't, again for some bizarre reason. Don't get me wrong! I was still a little afraid to be alone with him, but not to the point of running away. Just that regular fear weak herbivores have around large meat-eaters like him. So was I nervous? Yes. Did I feel like I was going to die anymore? No, not exactly. Ok, just relax, Anastasia; you can do this.
I smiled at him as genuinely as sheepishly possible. He flinched and averted his gaze…. oddly enough. "I can't promise anything, but I will try to get the article done," I didn't really want to write it, but I didn't want to get this wolf into any trouble. Funny; that concern wasn't on my mind when discussing with the fox earlier. But the notion of the wolf getting slack on my account…. That didn't sit right with me. Strange; all these feelings were totally illogical and new to me. I guess my brain was still short-circuiting after all that trauma yesterday.
His eyes grew like I said something upsetting; his hands flashed out in front of him as if to show non-aggression towards me. He doesn't need to do that, my head tilted a slight bit. He would have attacked me by now if he was aggressive, wouldn't he have? "D-don't worry about it! D-don't trouble yourself!" He sure is stammering a lot; boy, he is edgy around me. Like he's walking on eggshells or something. I felt almost kind of bad for him; I bet he's not used to dealing with herbivores like my species. Why would he be? Still, he seemed nice enough… nice and considerably handsome, for a wolf.
No! My brain kicked itself on its own accord. Stop that! You can't think of a carnivore as "insanely handsome"; that must be against the laws of nature. Plus you were attacked by a similar carnivore just last night. The last thing you need to be getting chummy with an alpha male. Huh… I scanned him over a bit curiously, lifting my hand up to the side of my cheek. Yeah, guess he is an alpha male…. An alpha wolf talking to a little, delicious lamb. Yeeeeeeah, I can see the problem here; and so will others if they see us. But I didn't really care about that too much shockingly. I think it would hurt his reputation more than mine- or what's left of it.
"Um, s-so are you going back to practice then?" "I-I…. I… I think I should, yes," he nodded, still refusing to look me in the eye. He must not want to frighten me- poor guy. He can't help being a wolf, after all; just as much as I can help being a lamb. I should try and make him feel better. It's not like he killed Tom or attacked me last night. I smiled, for real this time, and stepped nearer to him. He clearly was freaking out at this, immediately backing away from me. His back was pressed up against the metal door with his claws almost digging into it. I could hear his breathing from here.
"Don't worry. It's ok," I tried to be as sincere as possible. I really did want to ease his stress, to let him know that I trusted him; or as much as I could trust a predator like himself. His eyes went wild when my hand reached out to gently touch his arm; only with the fingertips, mind up. My own eyes lowered a bit; my grin widening. "It's ok, really… I-I'm ok. I-I'm not afraid," yeah, sound less confident while saying that why don't ya? Of course he didn't believe me when I used that shaky tone. He yanked his arm away and spun to hastily open the door with both hands.
"I-I'll be on my way! Thank you for your time!" And just like that, the wolf was gone. What the heck was that all about? I scratched my head slightly confused. Did my being a lamb really make him that jumpy? I suppose that could be the case with most strong carnivores; I don't know any apex predators, so how would I know? Maybe all the meat-eaters are on edge since Tom's death. Then again, I heard there was a fight in the cafeteria earlier. Who knows? All I know is that a very strong and mighty predator like him just ran away from a weakling. Strange- very strange indeed.
And why do I still think he's attractive?!
Christian's P.O.V.-
I leapt all the way down the staircase, not stopping until a wall made me come to a halt. I placed both my hands on it while I exhaled heavily. Then, once I had my breathing somewhat under control, my hands went to press onto my fluttering chest and sinking stomach. Wha-… What the hell was that?! W-what did I just experience? The girl I attacked last night… she touched me! It set my senses in a whirl and I didn't know what to do with myself, so I left. I may have left a little abruptly- oops. That wasn't my intention, but I had to get the heck outta there. There's now a new problem: I clearly enjoyed that way, way too much. I shouldn't have liked being near her as much as I did; and forget hearing her voice and feeling her soft, delicate hand on me…. This is so, so wrong! I can't believe how incredibly twisted and wrong this is.
"Christian?" I glanced over my shoulder to see John coming up from the lower steps of stairs. He gave me a confused glance. "What are you doing? Where's the lamb?" The lamb; lamb and her prefect scent…. "Hey, you! Why did you leave me all of a sudden?!" I suddenly found my dominate, carnivore voice again. John paused for a minute, watching me before sighing. "Well did you smell her? I mean, I'm only mortal. Dude, she was bleeding and everything." So he could smell it too, her blood? Why does that surprise me? He is a fox- he has a carnivore's nose. "You shouldn't have left like that! How was she supposed to feel, being left alone with a wolf like me?" "Dude, calm down," John rose up his hands. "Don't tell me to calm down! I wasn't the one who had an apex predator show up out of the blue in my safe spot! You should not have left me alone with her," I pointed my finger downwards for emphasis. My voice was gradually raising with the tension. John's hands unhurriedly lowered while he eyed me, a bit suspiciously now. I'll be the first to admit that I was letting my temper get the better of me.
"Bro, did….. anything happen just now?" John inquired quieter. My eyes grew, then instantly lowered; I gazed off to the side. "No, not really…" "You sure? You skipped like four steps running down the stairs, so I thought something bad must have happened." "No, it didn't. I just….. I just…" Oh great, how do I explain this one? I didn't realize I was running that fast. "Does this have anything to do with the rumours floating around among the herbivores? Gasp! Wait, are they true?! But….. no, you're a wolf." "What are you talking about? What rumours?" "You know…." His eyes relaxed as a side smirk slithered across his lips. "No, I don't," I frowned. What rumours? Someone's spreading rumours about that pure, innocent creature?! My eyes flared up with reactionary rage, which John missed entirely.
"Well, I'm not gonna say. The last thing I need is Paul on my back," he straightened up, his smirk disappearing. Paul? What does Paul have to do with anything? Why would he be upset? I should make a list of how many unanswered questions I have. But I wasn't happy with what John just told me- not at all. I didn't hesitate to send him a glare which was honestly a tiny bit threatening. John understood immediately, his foot stepping backwards.
"Listen to me. Don't go spreading anything you hear about her, you got that? She seems like a really kind girl at heart. The last thing she needs is more stress at this school. Got that?" John's mouth opened but no words came out; not right away anyway. He just…. gaped up at me bewildered. "O-ok, I-I won't." Good, that's one less guy she's got to worry about talking smack behind her back. Who would do such a thing? She's the sweetest, softest girl's I've ever met. But… really, I don't know anything about girls- carnivores or herbivores. I mean, I've never been in a relationship. Not that I could ever get in a relationship with someone like her! Society would never allow such a thing; hell, my own instincts wouldn't even…. irrelevant of what I may want.