The Virgin and the Fae
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
9,627
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction, any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental
Chapter 2
It was dark outside again when Charlotte finished studying. Tutoring Mark had been rather unproductive since he always managed to get off topic and try to just talk about other things, but he’d learned at least one of the important concepts so was better than nothing, she supposed. They’d finished around 10, but she’d stayed to do more work on her own and it was only now at 1 that she was heading back.
There was snow on the ground and yet Charlotte wondered how it was that she felt so warm, hot even. She felt herself beginning to sweat and unzipped her jacket.
Maybe Mark was right; maybe she should have gone to health services that afternoon.
The wind picked up, blowing up the powdery snow into the air. And then there was that whistling sound again. Something was wrong. It was as if an instinct, deep and primal, screamed at Charlotte to run. For a brief moment, she resisted, hesitating against what seemed to be such a foolish action, but then the whistling got louder and the wind blew harder, slapping against her face. The instinct won, and Charlotte began to run, clutching her chemistry book to her chest tightly as she made for her dorm building. A sickening snap sounded and the tree to her right’s branch fell to the ground, right in the path before her. Charlotte recoiled quickly to avoid it and fell backwards, dropping her book as she landed. It was as if the wind were never there, the night was suddenly silent. No rustling of branches or cars on the street, just silence.
Out of nowhere, a man appeared before her. Charlotte was too stunned to even scream.
“You’ll hurt yourself, running around like that,” he tsked. Charlotte stared up at him struggling to think straight. Spots of black danced in her vision to the point were she could barely make him out. She thought she might pass out.
“And I can’t have you hurt, now can I? Not if you are to be mine.” He seemed proud, Charlotte thought. Proud and cruel. She still could barely see him, her vision had become almost tunneled, but she could make it out in his voice.
“W-what?” was all Charlotte could think to say. He cocked his head to the side slightly.
“I’d expected you to react a bit more strongly than that, Charlotte. But, given the present circumstances, perhaps docility is best. I have been watching you for sometime now. We don’t usually meddle with the human world—I certainly have never—but you were so…” he paused, looking at her. Charlotte struggled to flow his words, but it was as if someone had lit her body aflame. There were pinpricks of pain throughout her as if cells were exploding.
There was snow on the ground and yet Charlotte wondered how it was that she felt so warm, hot even. She felt herself beginning to sweat and unzipped her jacket.
Maybe Mark was right; maybe she should have gone to health services that afternoon.
The wind picked up, blowing up the powdery snow into the air. And then there was that whistling sound again. Something was wrong. It was as if an instinct, deep and primal, screamed at Charlotte to run. For a brief moment, she resisted, hesitating against what seemed to be such a foolish action, but then the whistling got louder and the wind blew harder, slapping against her face. The instinct won, and Charlotte began to run, clutching her chemistry book to her chest tightly as she made for her dorm building. A sickening snap sounded and the tree to her right’s branch fell to the ground, right in the path before her. Charlotte recoiled quickly to avoid it and fell backwards, dropping her book as she landed. It was as if the wind were never there, the night was suddenly silent. No rustling of branches or cars on the street, just silence.
Out of nowhere, a man appeared before her. Charlotte was too stunned to even scream.
“You’ll hurt yourself, running around like that,” he tsked. Charlotte stared up at him struggling to think straight. Spots of black danced in her vision to the point were she could barely make him out. She thought she might pass out.
“And I can’t have you hurt, now can I? Not if you are to be mine.” He seemed proud, Charlotte thought. Proud and cruel. She still could barely see him, her vision had become almost tunneled, but she could make it out in his voice.
“W-what?” was all Charlotte could think to say. He cocked his head to the side slightly.
“I’d expected you to react a bit more strongly than that, Charlotte. But, given the present circumstances, perhaps docility is best. I have been watching you for sometime now. We don’t usually meddle with the human world—I certainly have never—but you were so…” he paused, looking at her. Charlotte struggled to flow his words, but it was as if someone had lit her body aflame. There were pinpricks of pain throughout her as if cells were exploding.