The Virgin and the Fae
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
9,626
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 1
It was still dark outside when Charlotte awoke. With a slight groan of fatigue, she rolled over and shut off her ringing alarm. 5:30 it read, and she certainly felt the earliness of it. The past few weeks blurred together, each day full of studying and caffeine. As she swung her legs over the side of her bed, Charlotte wondered when was the last time she’d slept more than 4 hours. She dressed quietly in the darkness so as not to wake Katie, her roommate. That was when she heard it first, a soft whistling sound. Charlotte dismissed it as the winter wind outside and shuffled off to the bathroom to wash-up.
“Of course, we can meet later tonight then at 8,” Charlotte heard herself say to Mark.
It was stupid of her; she had so much work of her own to do, but Mark, in his general good humored way, had begged her to help him study for their calculus final.
And that was Charlotte’s way, she couldn’t say no, especially not to Mark who had befriended their first day of college. It was truly because of him that she had anyone at college. Charlotte was always so engrossed in her studies that she barely left herself time to eat, much less socialize. But Mark had pursued her almost doggedly since the beginning, inviting her to dinners, to parties, to sports games. She refused almost the whole of the first month, but by October, she finally agreed to join him and his friends for a dinner in one of the dining halls. They were nice—loud and somewhat vulgar—but they were nice to Charlotte.
It was hard not to be nice to Charlotte in fact, she was quiet, but her initial timidity was surprisingly endearing. She had an aura of innocence that made Mark and his friends feel simultaneously unnerved and comfortable around her. Not so with Mark’s female friends however. Though they all found Charlotte to be equally “sweet,” her looks aroused feelings of such intense jealousy that they all secretly disliked having her around. It was Charlotte’s looks that caught Mark’s attention that first day. She had her back to him in the registration line, wearing jean capris and a simple white t-shirt, but still he found himself entranced. She was thin, not painfully so, but simply…willowy. Her calves and thighs shapely with slim hips and a waist that curved in pronouncedly. She had straight brown hair that shone in the sun. Before she even turned around, Mark was smitten. But it was truly her face that was the most stunning of all. She had the most delicately put together features, arresting in how, almost, angelic they were.
They sat together in the dining hall at lunch, Mark with his five plates of food while Charlotte picked at her plain bagel.
“You need to eat more,” Mark said worriedly. “You’ve barely eaten anything these past few days.”
“I’m fine, I’m just not feeling very well,” Charlotte replied. And it was true, her body ached all over, with a pain that almost made it hard for her to raise her hand to her mouth. Mainly it was her back that hurt, but her shoulders and upper arms were sore as well.
“You don’t look too well either,” Mark remarked, looking at Charlotte’s face more closely. She was paler than usual, with a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead. God, even sick she was beautiful, he thought to himself.
“How kind of you to notice,” Charlotte laughed. “I’m just tired, that’s all. I’ve had so much work these past few weeks that I haven’t sleep very much. I’ll be fine once finals end.” Despite the fact that finals were still at least two weeks away, Charlotte sounded convinced that this was a perfectly acceptable amount of time to wait before recovering
“That’s weeks away, Charlotte. Could you please go to health services later today?”
“I have too much to do today, if it gets worse then I’ll go this weekend.” Mark knew perfectly well that that was a lie. If Charlotte got any worse, she’d probably take an Advil and get an extra half-hour of sleep, anything more she would consider self-indulgent and unnecessary; but only in her own case. When Mark had gotten a flu in November, Charlotte had fluttered over him, bringing him her notes from their calc class and read his English assignments aloud. It had been self-indulgent and unnecessary on Mark’s part to allow her to do this, after all, he’d only been truly sick for a day, but he’d feigned illness for the rest of the week in order to see her. As soon as he’d admitted to feeling healthy again, she slipped away, disappearing again into the bowels of the library.
As they cleared their plates, preparing to head off to their respective classes, Charlotte heard the whistling again, soft but clear.
“Do you hear that?” she asked Mark.
“Hear what?”
“That noise, the whistling.”
“No,” Mark replied looking at her oddly. He wondered briefly if she was hearing things, but dismissed it, deciding that in a dining hall full of students, chances were someone had whistled and he just hadn’t heard it
“Of course, we can meet later tonight then at 8,” Charlotte heard herself say to Mark.
It was stupid of her; she had so much work of her own to do, but Mark, in his general good humored way, had begged her to help him study for their calculus final.
And that was Charlotte’s way, she couldn’t say no, especially not to Mark who had befriended their first day of college. It was truly because of him that she had anyone at college. Charlotte was always so engrossed in her studies that she barely left herself time to eat, much less socialize. But Mark had pursued her almost doggedly since the beginning, inviting her to dinners, to parties, to sports games. She refused almost the whole of the first month, but by October, she finally agreed to join him and his friends for a dinner in one of the dining halls. They were nice—loud and somewhat vulgar—but they were nice to Charlotte.
It was hard not to be nice to Charlotte in fact, she was quiet, but her initial timidity was surprisingly endearing. She had an aura of innocence that made Mark and his friends feel simultaneously unnerved and comfortable around her. Not so with Mark’s female friends however. Though they all found Charlotte to be equally “sweet,” her looks aroused feelings of such intense jealousy that they all secretly disliked having her around. It was Charlotte’s looks that caught Mark’s attention that first day. She had her back to him in the registration line, wearing jean capris and a simple white t-shirt, but still he found himself entranced. She was thin, not painfully so, but simply…willowy. Her calves and thighs shapely with slim hips and a waist that curved in pronouncedly. She had straight brown hair that shone in the sun. Before she even turned around, Mark was smitten. But it was truly her face that was the most stunning of all. She had the most delicately put together features, arresting in how, almost, angelic they were.
They sat together in the dining hall at lunch, Mark with his five plates of food while Charlotte picked at her plain bagel.
“You need to eat more,” Mark said worriedly. “You’ve barely eaten anything these past few days.”
“I’m fine, I’m just not feeling very well,” Charlotte replied. And it was true, her body ached all over, with a pain that almost made it hard for her to raise her hand to her mouth. Mainly it was her back that hurt, but her shoulders and upper arms were sore as well.
“You don’t look too well either,” Mark remarked, looking at Charlotte’s face more closely. She was paler than usual, with a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead. God, even sick she was beautiful, he thought to himself.
“How kind of you to notice,” Charlotte laughed. “I’m just tired, that’s all. I’ve had so much work these past few weeks that I haven’t sleep very much. I’ll be fine once finals end.” Despite the fact that finals were still at least two weeks away, Charlotte sounded convinced that this was a perfectly acceptable amount of time to wait before recovering
“That’s weeks away, Charlotte. Could you please go to health services later today?”
“I have too much to do today, if it gets worse then I’ll go this weekend.” Mark knew perfectly well that that was a lie. If Charlotte got any worse, she’d probably take an Advil and get an extra half-hour of sleep, anything more she would consider self-indulgent and unnecessary; but only in her own case. When Mark had gotten a flu in November, Charlotte had fluttered over him, bringing him her notes from their calc class and read his English assignments aloud. It had been self-indulgent and unnecessary on Mark’s part to allow her to do this, after all, he’d only been truly sick for a day, but he’d feigned illness for the rest of the week in order to see her. As soon as he’d admitted to feeling healthy again, she slipped away, disappearing again into the bowels of the library.
As they cleared their plates, preparing to head off to their respective classes, Charlotte heard the whistling again, soft but clear.
“Do you hear that?” she asked Mark.
“Hear what?”
“That noise, the whistling.”
“No,” Mark replied looking at her oddly. He wondered briefly if she was hearing things, but dismissed it, deciding that in a dining hall full of students, chances were someone had whistled and he just hadn’t heard it