Post by Amelia Pace on Feb 21, 2009 19:56:37 GMT 1
((Sar checked this through for mee because I'm still incoherant and sill awake from NOT SLEEPNIG - so here is my boredom from my train journey at around 1500 words =]] ))
Adrian wasn’t the only one who was disappointed that the charade had ended. But if it continued much longer and one slither of moonlight made it through the window there wouldn’t be a next time and there certainly wouldn’t be a right now. She needed to be locking herself away and any minute now getting the cover around the cage so she didn’t transform. Even though she didn’t change, it still bloody hurt. Nothing could stop that, not yet anyway. People weren’t concerned with the wellbeing of werewolves so were yet to find a cure for the pain.
”God, if it wasn’t a full bloody moon,” she complained under her breath. Approaching the cage door, she avoided Connery’s eyes, or looking at him in any way. That would probably hinder her chances of actually getting in her cage due to her desire of wanting to pick up where she had just left off. She chastised herself only slightly. She was taken, she told herself. She shouldn’t be kissing anybody apart from her 6ftsomething boyfriend who just so happened to be spending his Christmas with his family because he wasn’t a werewolf. Even if he had been, his father would probably have the facilities to maintain the situation at home anyway.
Turning the keys in the lock she opened the cage, grumping as she knelt down and sat inside atop the pillows and cover that were ceremoniously placed inside. Like always, she locked the door from the inside and threw the keys out into the middle of Connery’s office with a fair bit more force than usual.
It really sucked to be a werewolf.
She was destined to be cooped up in a cage once a month, every month, for the rest of her life. She couldn’t, or wouldn’t, have children out of the fear of them being some sort of werewolf-mutant freaks. She’d always have to trust people unconditionally before she told them who she really was. Getting too close to the wrong people could kill her.
Temptation was something she shouldn’t let get hold of her – ever. Even though she trusted Connery more than anybody, she shouldn’t have let temptation overpower her so badly. She wasn’t about to deny her attraction toward the man, nobody could do that, not even some snot-nosed Slytherin could. But she could deny herself of the touch. Maybe.
Before five minutes ago she had thought herself a very controlled individual. Many a time she had felt like kissing other people, one being Scott Kovac – best friend and medic – but she had always refrained. Mainly due to the fact that she had a boyfriend. Granted he pissed her off from time to time, but she still liked him a hell of a lot. Love? Maybe. It’s such a strong emotion that who knows when they really feel it. And at seventeen whilst still at school, she wasn’t about to commit herself to one person just yet. Not that she wanted to be a slut and sleep around either.
Then again, she didn’t just want to forget that the whole thing had happened and move on.
Sitting in the middle of her cage, she preoccupied herself with arranging her pillows into such a pile she could sit semi-upright, looking in the direction of Connery. Chewing on the inside of her cheek she looked at the wall just to the right of his head. Momentarily he’d place the blanket around her cage and she’d be oblivious to the world around her, oblivious to him. She couldn’t wait. It would be slightly less awkward and she’d be left alone to think about whatever and take her mind off of the man on the other side of the bars.
Half and hour later and the pain started. She tried not to yelp too much, she knew Connery worried, but it wasn’t like he wouldn’t know it was happening. He’d probably worry more if he didn’t hear the occasional whimper and cry out. But drawing attention to herself currently wasn’t high up on her agenda. She needed to think, she didn’t need him telling her it would be alright.
She knew the drill. Absolute agony for the next ten hours and then just before day break she’d get an hours rest before breakfast. Maybe he’d let her lie in and not wake her until she awoke from her restless slumber naturally, which would probably be mid-afternoon. He’d know about her need for sleep, and either wake her so she could go back to her own bed, or leave her be.
Either or, she didn’t care. But if he woke her up, he could kiss goodbye to anymore lip action from her.
It was the Christmas holidays and if she were at home she’d be in bed late and out of bed even later. Hell she’d probably stay in her pyjamas all day if she was allowed like she had the first day of the holidays. The younger years hadn’t asked and the rest of her peers didn’t bat an eyelid, most of them had done the same in the past. It was only meal times she had ventured out of the common room anyway.
She planned on spending the rest of the holidays in much the same way. Or she had.
Chewing on the inside of her mouth could not be good for it. She could have sworn she’d chew through it by the end of the night. Pain aside she’d spend too much of it thinking. So much so she could probably ignore all the pain altogether, that’s how confused she was currently.
She hadn’t meant to kiss him. He was her Head of House and teacher. He was six years older than her, which in a year’s time would be fine, but she was his student. She was lucky it was the Christmas holidays. As her luck would have it somebody would have walked in at the wrong moment if it was a fully fledged term. It would be just her luck for it to be James, hell even Scott, coming to see their head of house or finally deciding that they needed to find out where the hell she went every month. Then that really would take some explaining.
The school newspaper had been right all along? Well, no. But they had acted on it. How stupid of them it was to do so, but was it really evitable? Spending so much time in close proximity and not starting to feel something a little more than morals should allow. Adrian Connery probably knew more about Amelia than she knew about herself. Everything that happened in her everyday life tended to come out in their monthly meetings or whenever they saw each other around the school.
It was safe to say he knew everything about her. He knew her in every which was possible, for a teacher. And now he was surpassing that through no fault of his own. He’d be the one to take the fall if anybody found out that they’d kissed, multiple times, yet it was her that had done it.
She’d feel guilty about it if it hadn’t felt so damned good.
The one thing she did feel guilty about was the whole fact that, even if nothing else happened, there was one more lie to add to the list that she told everybody everyday. Before now when she had said to people that nothing had ever happened between herself and Connery it had been the truth. Now to not lie she’d have to choose her words carefully or sarcastically say the truth to defer from it.
Amelia looked at her watch. It had felt like hours had past with her deliberating about the right and wrong approach to dealing with her scandalous situation. It had in fact been one. Now the pain was really starting to set in and despite her long trails of thoughts that had previously been keeping her preoccupied enough not to notice, now it started to really hurt.
She let out a small cry of pain before angrily pushing a load of pillows out of the way so she could lie down properly and curl up into a ball. It didn’t dull the pain but it made her feel slightly better. She tried not to think about it, but her thoughts just circulated back to the feeling of Connery’s lips on her own which she didn’t want to think about causing her to think about anything else which led to her thinking about the pain again.
It was going to be one hell of a night. She really was going to need that lie in tomorrow.