Thank you to those who posted comments, they are greatly appreciated and make me feel inspired for the next chapter. Heres a token of my thanks, a segment in Kalin's POV.

Kalin's POV

Beautiful and haunting, more than any human ever had a right to be. Her music was for me, a man she did not know, and it had touched the heart that I had forgotten about, seeped between the cracks in and made come to life. It was something strange for me, to be able to look at this woman, and have her chase away the madness that haunted me for most of my life, the curse of my kind.

But looking at her, I felt clarity, even if it was dull and always fled when she was out of sight. I found myself wishing to speak to her, to hear her speak to me once more as if I were just a normal human being as she was. She had shown me kindness when no one else had, and I often now found her name and face appearing in my mind. Her lips full and red, eyes as blue as the sky the last time I can remember seeing it. I had always thought I would be into long legged amazon women, with a tiny waist and over large breast.

But this female was none of that. She was somewhat short, a good foot or so shorter than I was, with waist long blond hair, and she was not tiny, but she was not large either. She had a shapely waist that gave way to nicely rounded hips and thighs. Her breasts were nice and plump, not overly large, but exaggerated her figure. Her skin was softly tanned, just barley a kiss from the sun, but it suited her well.

Her hands were graceful, with long fingers that ended with short nails, and each finger pad was callous, on both hands. There was not a single flaw that I could see with her, and I hungered for the sight of her more than I had ever hungered for anything.

I heard one of my guards in the other room stir, but I ignore them. I could not tear my gaze away as she sat there playing her violin without so much as a pause. Her music was beautiful, compelling, and even though she did not know it, a calling. Her music was a loud calling out to me, telling me something about her. She needed someone in her life, someone who would cherish her, who would cause that aching sadness that filled her eyes and notes to edge away from her heart. I did not know if I was such man, but I would kill for the chance.

Under my muzzle, my fangs sharpened at the thought that while I sit here, some other male could be touching the female that fate had clearly chosen for me. While she was out of my sight, I would be plagued with the madness, unable to comprehend the world around me. And this burning jealousy that I felt building inside me made that madness no better. I wanted to kill every male on this campus that would dare touch her like she was his.

The music was over too soon, and she kept her eyes locked with mine until she disappeared into her building. I pushed back the madness, watching intently, struggling to do such a simple thing. There, a light flicked on on the fifth floor.

I slumped back onto my bed, shifting in the straight jacket, wishing the guards would take it off. But they had no drugs tonight, and they knew I could kill them would they allow me to be free.

But tonight had not been wasted. I now knew where her bedroom was, and once I got free, I would go to her, and I would make her mine as fate intended.

I pictured her face just as the madness overtook me and I roared with wanting her.

(***)

Rebecca dashed down the halls as fast as she could, glad that they were empty since all classes were in session. Her feet pounded on the stone floors, her breath coming in hard pants, her sketch book and pencil case clutched to her chest with one hand, and her violin case clutched in the other.

She had overslept, and now she was scrambling like hell to get to her art class before she was TO late. She must have mindlessly clicked off her alarm when it had gone off this morning, which would make sense, since she tossed and turned most of last night. For some reason music kept playing in her head, and she kept picturing Kalin. She wished someone were in bed with her, it made her feel lonely, but she had long ago decided she would never bring a man into her bed unless she was sure she was going to spend the rest of her life with him.

It has intrigued Rebecca that that was how it would work long ago. Men could accept the invitation into other woman's bed, but the moment he brought one into his they were bound, and it was a way of saying they were officially in a relationship. She wanted it to work like that, to have a man willingly come into her bed knowing she wanted more than a fleeting night.

She tripped just as she reached the door, hitting it and stumbling in as it sung open and hit one of Kalin's guards that had been standing idly by it. She froze, panting, realizing every eye was on her. She glanced at the guard, to find him heatedly glaring at her, and she figured step one was done.

Make them hate her.

"Rebecca, so glad you could join us." her teachers voice floated to her from somewhere in the room, and her face flushed.

"I am sorry, really I am." she said sincerely as she made her way over to her seat. Kalin was hunched over, but as if sensing her, he sat up straight and glanced over his shoulder. She gave him a smile, and he gave her a small nod in return. She sat down, and pulled out a pencil and she opened up her empty sketch book.

Hi, she wrote, tapping it to get his attention. He glanced over, read it, then seemed to give her a look, as if she were expecting him to actually be able to respond, whether it be by writing or by speech. She flushed again, but she was persistent.

Do you think your 'watchers' have a problem with me?

He read it, then gave a quick glance over his shoulder, glaring at them to seem normal, then gave a subtle nod. But she could have sworn the corner of his eyes were crinkled, as if he were . . . smiling?

Okay, so they had a problem with her, that was good, because that meant they would be out to get her, and that fit perfectly in with her plan.

She continued on with the rest of the class, doodling on her sketchbook, and chatting to Kalin as if he were actually responding to her. Until Jimmy, Crystals boyfriend, stepped in.

"Hey, Rebecca, why the hell are you talking to this psychopath? He beat the crap out of you just yesterday!" he leaned heavily on their table, and she blinked up him, finding him glaring heatedly at Kalin, who was glaring even more heatedly back.

"What? What do you mean he beat the crap out of me yesterday? No he didn't." she was honestly confused, she had thought that it was just a misunderstand, a cross of information. But Jimmy actually really believed that Kalin was the one who beat the crap out of her. She frowned at him, and he frowned back.

"Oh, come on Rebecca, don't tell me you are gonna cover for this guy! He threw you clear across the room!"

"And would you like to tell me how he managed that, since he is a little tied up?" Jimmy looked back at Kalin, who stared motionlessly back. Jimmy frowned for a moment, before speaking again.

"I guess he must have gotten free or something. I know what I saw, and you defiantly did not throw yourself across the room and into table and chairs." he sounded more resolved than he had mere moments ago, and for some reason it set Rebecca's teeth on edge.

"Jimmy," she began, but she caught the slight motion Kalin made. If she hadn't of been paying attention to him, she wouldn't have caught it, just a slight shake of his head, could have been mistaken for him shifting his head slightly.

"Just drop it," she said instead, giving him a good kick under the table so he would get the idea she wanted him to leave. She glanced down at her doodles, her mind unable to put together the pieces of the puzzle. Every single person in this room has seen what has happened yesterday, but now that she looked at their expressions, she saw the looked at Kalin with fear and distaste, not wonderment like the day before.

"I don't understand," she mumbled, and saw Kalin give what seemed to be a shrug next to her. She sighed, laying her head on the desk, feeling the worried looks from her classmates. It irritated her, so she lifted her head to meet each one of their gazes with a heated glare of her own. They backed down quickly enough.

Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw her brothers name flashing across the screen, and sighed, knowing it would be nothing good if he was calling her. He had "coincidentally" moved into the same town that her college was in a year before she had made the move. And now, her parents didn't know it, but he often forced her to play the piano in the nightclub he owned.

"Hello?" she said quietly as she put the phone to her ear.

"Where are you?" he demanded, not even bothering with pleasantries.

"In art class."

"Good, come to the club."

"Now?"

"Yes, now. What the hell did you think I meant? Tomorrow?"

"But, I have classes!" she sputtered.

"What is your next class?" her eyes slid to her violin. She wanted to lie, but she just didn't have it in her.

"Violin," she answered on a breath, waiting for it.

"I don't care then. Do you have your piano with you?"

"No, but I can go get it."

"Forget it, not enough time, what do you have?"

"Only my violin, brother," her voice was getting lower and lower.

"Ah, what the hell, Rebecca. Go get your fucking Piano and be here in half an hour." and he hung up with a loud click. She felt tears burn in her eyes, but she blinked them away before turning to give Kalin a somewhat watery smile. But he looked like he had heard the conversation, but that was impossible.

"Got to go, sorry, Kalin." and with that, she scooped up her stuff and made he way to the door. But, of course, one of his guards got in the way. She glared at him, unafraid.

"You know, maybe you two should do you job." she snapped, shifting her case for a more comfortable hold, and to hit him if she needed too.

"And who says we aren't?" he hissed, his buddy coming close to his side. She could feel Kalin's eyes on her back, burning holes with curiosity.

"I do."

"Oh, and what exactly aren't we doing?"

"Watching him, taking care of him, he should not need anything, since you guys are meant to provide."

"Sounds like a volunteer to me," the other guard said when his buddy glanced at him.

"Yeah, sounds like you will be watching him now on." he crossed his arms, and she blinked up at him, appearing surprised.

"Say what?"

"I said, you have officially signed on to be his baby sitter."

"No, he doesn't need baby sitting, he needs tutoring."

"Well, you can do that then."

"Hell no, go fuck yourself."

"Would you like to repeat that?" he hissed, leaning towards her. Her eyes widened, and she took a hastey step back.

"Fine, whatever, I will do a better job then you two assholes," she hissed and jumped around their solid bodies, glancing back when she was just out the doors. Kalin was staring at her, obviously wondering what the hell she was up too.

She took a deep breath, just hoping that she had made a good move, and that she really hadn't just invited a crazy man into her bedroom.