Author Note::

Okay, so I came up with a little plot. Sorta. :] And it's a knock lower on the 'tame' level. Lol.

A reviewer said it was tame, so I tried to hike it up a bit. Hope you like!

PS: Like no one updates these Strange Angels stories. D: It depresses me. I enjoy to read them.

It had been two days of a 'Graves and Dru' that someone finally realized that we were in fact together.

It went down like this; I went to lunch without Graves. Dibs was currently with me and we were just getting into line to get food. Well, he went to the raw meat part while I stayed on the mostly humane one. Nothing much had really changed, except the fact that I had Graves on my mind all the bloody time.

I was grabbing for a pudding cup. Chocolate to be exact. It looked good, and my stomach growled in agreement.

Something, or someone I should say, decided to grab my ass. I turned on the spot, and I didn't even take the time to see who it was. I punched the bastard in the face. It wasn't a wulf, but a djamphir. I kicked him in his gut. No one grabs my ass, not even Graves. I snatched my pudding cup and spit on his face as I walked up to the front of the line. Surely it would have solved the problem. Everyone laughing surely got a kick out of it.

But the laughing stopped just as I turned around. What, was the ass giving them a bird or something? Before I could turn around and look, I was tackled to the ground.

Fight? Hell yeah.

I brought my knee up into his groin, watching as he groaned and rolled off of me. When it comes down to it, fighting fair doesn't do you shit. It's protect your own, go for theirs—ask any guy, he'll tell you the same.

Without blinking I brought my fist upon his face, breaking his nose. Blood spurted from it seconds later.

Freezing me from bringing another punch to him. It was like I could hardly breath, just the smell of it was overwhelming. I clenched the pudding cup in my other hand, feeling my stomach churn at the thought of chocolate. I wanted to barf. My mouth begun to water. I heard screaming and yells from all around, but none of it was making sense. I strained to hear anything, but it was all a buzz. And the blood was just the most beautiful thing. It looked appetizing.

I didn't realize I was trying to get a drink of the ass hole's blood until I felt myself being lifted up and off of him. It was like I wasn't even myself. I was going bizerk. Screaming, kicking, yelling; I wanted—no needed that blood.

"Dru," Graves shouted in my ear. Immediately all my motions stopped. It was like I was brought back from the freakish outburst. I relaxed, letting all my limbs fall onto the ground without a care.

"Dru." He was whispering in my ear. I finally turned my head around, letting it rest on his shoulder. Idiot, I could have hurt him. That stupid pang that hit my chest whenever I thought something horrible happening to him, happened again in my chest. I sighed, closing my eyes. I felt his lips press against my own briefly. A spark flashed behind my eyes, making me suddenly energetic and more awake than ever.

He pulled away quickly, pushing my hair out of my face to kiss my forehead. "Don't freak out on me kid," he murmured, "don't freak out of me."

It was quite the commotion. We found out later that Graves was right; I was closer to blooming. Or whatever the hell that Christophe called it.

Sadly Dylan saw our little kiss exchange, and banned Graves from the hallway my room resided in. It was very unfair, and I threw in a couple of threats about how it wasn't his choice, he wasn't my father, that I was old enough to have someone visit my room, and a load of other crap. But I lost.

And I hate loosing.

I mean, in those few nights that we were actually together, he did stay in my room. And it's not like we went hog wild like hormone raging teenagers. I just found out that I liked kissing Graves; a lot.

It's been two days since the blood incident. Two nights without his skinny ass warming me and my damn bed. Two nights without me being the slightest bit girly with kisses and such.

I fucking hated it.

"You're staying the night tonight, whether they like it or not. I'll be damned," I mumbled spearing a pair slice with my fork. Graves had just sat down, coming back from down with the other wulves. They got to leave, because they weren't girls or svetocha.

Damn them.

He placed a nicely wrapped Whopper from Burger King in front of me. I swore my eyes shone with affection or something. I turned around and kissed him quickly, turning back to my burger and unwrapping it. During the first bite, I think I went to heaven. Bacon and cheese, with ketchup, mustard, onions, lettuce, mayonnaise, and pickles. "Oh God." I was definitely in heaven. Thank God for Graves.

He laughed beside me, "I'm glad you like it." I took another bite, moaning at the taste. "You're my hero." I didn't care if I talked with my mouth open or not.

I felt his arm slide around my waist, giving me a gentle hug. "First one's free."

I smiled. Even after everything, he's still the same Graves I met, the same one I fell for in the end.

Burger finished moments later., I downed it with orange juice. Not the best match, but it was all I had. I wiped my mouth with a napkin that was packaged with my fork. Graves laughed. "Since when do you use a napkin?"

"Since I started kissing you."

And that's what I did. "First ones free," I said as I pulled away. "You gotta work for more."

The surprise I found in my room, is not something I would wish upon for even the people I hated.

"What the hell do you want now Christophe," I groaned, slamming my door behind me. My day was quite good. Graves gave me a bacon cheese burger, we skipped a class to go make out like crazy normal teenagers in a random closet, and to top it off I kicked some ass. How could my day get any better?

That's right, it couldn't. Christophe just had to show his arrogant face.

"Just... checking up on you," he drawled, clearly pissed off. I mean, why does he get to be pissed off. He's the one who broke into my room. I dropped my stuff on the floor, taking off my shoes. The clock read ten, light shining brightly outside. Everyone in the schola should be asleep, except for me; and Graves. Did I mention he was due to stay over—but an annoying djamphir is in the way?

"I don't need you to check up on me. Leave."

"I will," he sneered, "but take my warning."

Warning? That caught my attention. I looked at him finally, watching as he stalked backwards towards the window.

"If you think you and the mutt will be accepted, think again. You're blooming is only mere weeks away. Once you become what you are meant to; he'll disgust you, and you will disgust him. It's only natural. Dig yourself out of this hole before I have to step in and take what is mine."

Yep, day officially ruined.

Even as I changed into my pajamas and brush my teeth, I fumed over what he said. Only until I finished did I really take in what he meant. For once, and only once in my life, will I admit that Christophe was right. The djamphir hate the wulves. I'll be just like them, just a girl. And... Graves hated the djamphir. Why didn't I think of this before? Because his kisses were so addicting, you wanted to pretend nothing was happening around you; with Graves. Damn, damn, damn!

"Dru?" His voice drifted in from my room into the bathroom. I stiffened. Dig yourself out of this hole before I have to step in and take what is mine. Before he steps in and takes what is his? What, does the bastard think I'm his?

"In the bathroom Graves," I breathed out hardly. It felt as if I was suffocating, like the world was crumbling down around me in dedication to Christophe.

Large soft hands grabbed at my stomach, pulling me into a heated chest. Graves.

And just like that I could breath again. Just like that I almost forgot about Christophe's visit and that everything was going to be okay. "Come to bed," Graves murmured into my neck. Breathing came out in a pleased sigh. A sigh of content and relaxation. I'll just forget about Christophe, about everything and just live in the moment. I'll worry about how I'm going to kick his ass later.

I turned, pressing my lips to his neck in return to the hug. "Alright."

Without warning his arms picked me up, my sequel of surprise filling my ears along with his deep chuckle. I was dropped on the bed, and before I could turn and tell him off; his lips were silencing me.

Of course I still blushed madly whenever we kissed. Especially when I kissed him first.

I laced my fingers in his hair, smiling when he let his trail down my arm to clasp our hands together.

Something had changed from when we kissed earlier, I couldn't put my tongue on it to tell you what really changed; but I liked it—a lot.

Graves' tongue was exploring my mouth almost endlessly. Just the kiss it's self making me dizzy and hazy, but also making little mews in appreciation. My hands dove under his shirt, to touch his back. It was incredibly warm and soft. So nice.

Graves broke from the kiss, shrugging off his graphic tee. I raised an eyebrow, feeling myself breathless. Instead of him kissing my lips like I thought he would, he placed his on my neck. A whole new warmth burst inside of me. And suddenly it was too hot. I pushed him away with my hands. He pulled back thankfully. I took the moment to breath. His hands were holding my waist under my tank, rubbing circles with his thumbs.

My eyes fluttered open, only to be met with his half lidded emerald ones. His breath hit my face waves after wave in a pant. A thin hint of sweat was on his forehead, hair hanging loosely in attempts to tickle my face. His tongue darted out in efforts to wet his lips. I smiled softly. "It's kinda hot."

"Let me help."

I thought that he was going to get up and open the window or something.

But I didn't think he had the balls to do what he did.

His hands skimmed from my hips along my abdomen all the way to my arms and hands; taking my tank top in the process. Thank God that I sleep with training bras on.

I looked up at him. I wanted it to be horror, like 'Why the fuck did you do that you ass?'. But instead it came out in awe.

"I could have been bar e under there for all you knew."

"But you're not."

"What if I was?"

He lowered himself, so that his chest and mine were pushed together. He then started to plant kisses all around my neck that built up to my ear. "I'd do this."

Relaxing a bit, I sunk into my comforter, feeling the tenseness leaving my body. His lips came back to mine all over again.

His hand cupped my exposed thigh, bringing a shiver to me.

"We're not gunna do anything Dru," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my throat, "I promise."

I trusted this kid, fully. Not only does he put me before himself, but he is quite the gentlemen in his own 'I'm a badass' way that I digged.

A loud explosion let off in the distance. It screamed to my ears. Moments later it seemed the schola awoke. Everyone making as much noise as they could. People started to run back and forth down my hallway.

We broke away quickly, both wide eyed as we scrambled for our shirts. Damn freaks ruining my night.

That's when someone was banging on my door, and someone else banging on my window.

"Come out and play little one."

I didn't like the sound of that voice.

Before I could turn and look at Graves, he was already pushing me towards the window.

I opened it quickly and quietly as possible as the sound of my jingling doorknob echoed around us.

Dibs and some other wulfen were on the other side of the window, already helping me out, then Graves.

"We got to get out of here," Shanks announced, "the schola is under attack."