Counselor's Office - Creative Writing Department [Open during Office Hours]

He yawned as he walked down the hallway towards the office. It was too early. The sun was still out for Gods’ sake. Rubbing his eyes, he reached the door and turned the handle, surprised to see that it was still locked. Jade orbs narrowed as he unlocked the door. Odd, Kyrian should be out of class by now. Shrugging slightly, he kept the door open and made his way towards his desk, turning the computer on before setting his bag down. It was quite possible that he was running late. Seeing as Damien always came to visit him at the end of the day.

Devlin sighed slightly. He sincerely hoped that the whole Damien-Kyrian thing didn’t come back to bite the teacher in the ass. He really hoped that the two were able to work things out and keep what they had. Because he knew that Damien made Kyrian happy. It would be hard not to see it. Pushing the thought aside, he logged into his computer and pulled up the grading program. He then pulled out the huge pile of three to five page reports he had to grade. HE might as well be productive while waiting for the blonde to show up.

Cailean stretched as he finished up his grading. He had spent from the time class ended till now grading homework that none of the students seemed to know how to do. He set the stack of papers filled with bad grades and stood up. He needed to go see Kyrian about something. It was a question about an upcoming school event. He could probably ask someone else but he figured it he timed it right then he might be able to bother one of his few close friends. He grabbed his brief case and tucked the papers in neatly. Grabbing the keys to the classroom, he walked out of it and locked the door. After that he began the walk to Kyrian and Devlin’s office. He walked slowly and enjoyed the peacefulness of the almost empty hallway. The students that did linger quieted as he walked by. He couldn’t help but grin at this. He hid the grin with a cough. He came across the open door and peaked his head in only to see no Kyrian. He frowned but sighed and walked in. ”Hello Devlin. Where is Kyrian?” He asked as he spotted the man. He walked up to the desk and sat down on it without a thought.

Devlin felt the amusement before he heard the footsteps of the teacher approaching. Wonderful. Just what he needed. Glancing up at the man before him for a moment, taking a minute to taste and feed off of the amusement before returning to the paper in front of him. ”He most likely got help up in class by one of his students. He should be here soon.” he murmured softly as he wrote an A+ on the top of the paper, circled it before shifting it next to him and beginning work on the other. ”I’m surprised your still here…” he stated, his tone indifferent.

Cailean nodded as he heard the response. He yawned and stretched before placing a hand on the desk to keep his balance. He looked at the time on his watch before looking back at the Night teacher. ”So what are you doing here so early? Don’t you come in till later? Oh. I had papers to grade before I go out and drink for a bit.” He said with a chuckle. He peered at the papers the other was grading. ”So what are you are grading?” He asked while faking curiosity.

His jade orbs never left the page as he continued to read the essays. ”Yeah, but Kyrian and I have a meeting for the spring festival. So instead of asking him to wake up four hours before he has to, I figured I would wake up four hours early and get my much needed grading done…” he stated, writing B- on the top before circling it and moving on to the next one. ”they are book reports for Romeo and Juliet.” He smirked slightly as he gazed up at the man. ”the night students have some pretty interesting theories. Would you like to hear them?” he asked darkly, unable to resist teasing the other.

”I see. I hate getting up early so I wouldn’t have been able to do it if I were you.” He said as he ran a hand through his messy hair. It refused to co-operate with him so he just left it as it was this morning. It annoyed him to no end due to the fact he liked his things neat and organize. ”I never found that particular story interesting. It was always rather overly dramatic to me. I was always ‘A Midsummer’s Night Dream’ person.” He said with a chuckle as he looked up at the ceiling. He winced at the next question. ”Oh hell no. I would rather not.” He said shaking his head. He sighed as he checked his watch once more. He wanted to ask the stupid question and go to that tall glass of beer that was calling him.

He fought back a chuckle with a cough, barely able to fide his grin. ”yes, because Midsummer’s Night Dream is much less dramatic…” he mused, writing a B on the paper before sliding it over. He could not however hide the next chuckle that bubbled forth. ”Oh why not? They are just kids, Cailean, nothing to be afraid of.” he murmured, flipping a page.

Braylin rushed down the hallway as fast as he could. It was almost his class' curfew, and he needed to be back in his dorm before darkness fell. A shudder wracked his spine as he thought about it, the flash of eyes forming behind his own- one deep sapphire, one crimson red.

Shaking it away quickly, the brunette attempted to brush his bangs out of his eyes with the back of his hand. Papers were gripped to his chest tightly with the other one. He was about to miss the deadline Kyrian-sensei had set for him. Craaaaaaap. But the office door was in his view, just down the hallway. And if he rushed in just a few minutes late, he was sure the blonde man would be understanding. Right?? He was already so late with this work. But it really wasn't his fault!! He stayed up for so long, trying to look up all the information he needed to write. Papers were scattered around his dorm everywhere, the messy remnants of so many sleepless nights. All the work he'd gotten halfway done, then passed out on top of. Thoughts stopping midway as his mind finally gave, no longer able to keep his body awake. Years and years of insomnia, of fatigue. Braylin hadn't gotten a decent night of sleep since he was 12. The bags under his eyes were almost phenomenal. His appetite suffered greatly, and he only ate about once a day; maybe twice if he was actually hungry.

Flexing thin fingers around the already crumpled papers, Bray stopped outside the door and sighed quietly. Kyrian-sensei had been extremely understanding. He'd known something was wrong, especially when Braylin repeatedly fell asleep in his class. Again, not his fault. Starve the body of sleep for so long, and you're bound to crash. The setting unpredictable. He had to assure the teacher that he wasn't narcoleptic, just very, very tired. And the man had granted him just a bit more time to get his final project done. Sapphire orbs fell to the papers held against his chest. Hopefully he could still pass... if not. Ugh. He'd have to move back home and repeat the entire grade. Really?

Voices met his ears from behind the door, causing Bray to glance up. Was Kyrian-sensei in a meeting?? But he'd checked his clock before leaving. He'd been told to drop the project off tonight, at just around this time. Should he wait? Just knock?? One voice was familiar, but it wasn't the blonde's. It was that man... the one none of the other students liked very much. He was a jerk, but he tried too hard to be a jerk. Bray bet something had happened to make him like that. Bitterness, a winter so deep in the redhead's heart (Cailean-sensei. That was his name!) that he acted sub zero all the time. It must have been something bad to make him so mean. The instinctive want to help bubbled forth, as it always did. Every time he thought of someone who needed help, he wanted to offer it. But Cailean-sensei... well, he may very well be a lost cause.

The other voice was quieter, so it was a bit harder to hear, but it was unfamiliar. Where was Kyrian-sensei, inside being quiet?? Before thinking, Bray had released the papers with one hand and reached out, knocking quietly. "Kyrian-sensei?" he asked tentatively, hoping he wasn't interrupting anything important, but fearing greatly that he had. The door knob turned (when had he taken hold of it??) and he pushed gently, sliding the door open just a bit.

He heard the tentative voice causing his eyes to snap over to the door. The human boy looked almost scared, and Devlin smiling as he waved the boy in. ”It’s alright you can come in. Kyrian actually isn’t here at the moment. Is there something I can help you with?” he asked softly, giving the human student his undivided attention for the moment.

ugh another short post ><

“I am not afraid of the kids. They are a bunch of little brats that annoy me to no end.“ He said with a frown. Cailean sighed as he heard a knock on the door. He figured it wasn’t Kyrian because the man would have probably just walked in. It was also his office after all. Then again Cailean didn’t know the man very well. He looked up from a paper he was scanning to see a student. He had seen him around the school but didn’t know his name. Devlin seemed to be giving him the full attention so Cailean decided to just sit back and watch. You learn things from just observing people. He noted that the boy seemed scared. He took an already graded paper and pretended to read it.

He looked first at Cailean, taking in the angry, falsely disinterested look on his face. There was a reason he hadn't taken Cailean-sensei's class. He was too unpleasant. Bray had quite a bit of distaste for the man. Even if the want to help him surfaced, he pushed it back down. No. This man didn't want help. He just wanted to wallow.

Leaving the door open behind him, Bray stepped into the room as the other person had told him, dropping eyes to his papers for a moment. "Um..." Sapphires lifted to the unfamiliar voice, and Bray was a bit struck. Wow. This man was... so attractive. He had bright aqua, or more like pure teal eyes, and sleek silver hair that hung in a smooth sheet down to his shoulders. And the smile he was being given. It was polite and somewhat distant, but it was also so cute. He was instantly on guard. Bray just wasn't attracted to people. He was too deep into fighting off nightmares and trying to keep his grades above failing.

With that thought, the brunette was able to shake his thoughts back into proper logic. Still. This guy wasn't old enough to be another teacher, was he? Was he interrupting some tryst or argument between Cailean-sensei and the other? His head tilted downward again, looking at his papers in order to hide the deep blush that coated his cheeks for more than one reason. Embarrassment, of course, but also the fear of interrupting their conversation having negative consequences, and that unexplained attraction to the silver haired stranger. "Well. Are you another teacher, or a college student? 'Cause I have some papers for him, but... well, they're my final project, and they're deciding whether or not I get to graduate. So I need them to go directly to him." his eyes flicked back to Cailean for a split second. No way in HECK would he leave them with this man. They would be shredded the instant he walked back out the door. Then he was looking back at the unknown man, cheeks tinging just the slightest shade of pink again.

Humans were always amusing to him. He didn’t need to read minds, a person’s emotions let him know what they were thinking, or at least close enough to it for him to be usually right. And right now the room was saturated with desire. So much that it was beginning to make him dizzy, which was quite a feat for a human of this one’s size. He chuckled softly at the question, his laugh rumbling deeply in his throat.

”I am the Creative Writing Teacher for the night class. I’m actually planning on going to see Kyrian once I’m finished grading papers,” he said gesturing to the three papers left he had to grade. “So if you’d like I can drop it off personally for you.” He suggested, jade orbs sparkling in amusement. It was an everyday thing that the students (whenever the day students actually saw him) lusted after him. And it was partly because of what he was, verses what he looked like. This one was no different, and just like the others, but this one didn’t swoon (because yes, even the guys tended to do that, however strongly they tried to hide it) over him. It was oddly refreshing.

Cailean snorted softly as he watched the two interact. It was rather amusing. He peeked at the man beside him from the corner of his eye. He had to keep from laughing in sheer amusement. He could tell the other was enjoying this. He looked back at the other. He could tell the student wouldn’t dare entrust him with the assignment. He wasn’t cruel enough to make it so the young man would fail.

”Yes. You could always leave it with this man who one can trust oh so well.” He said with a voice that had sarcasm dripping from it. He couldn’t help but be a little mean. After all it would help cure his boredom. He grabbed another graded paper and pretended to read it.

Night Class. His wide sapphires narrowed slightly. Yup, definitely on guard now. The night class emanated a sense of danger. Of the unknown, which piqued Braylin's curiosity, yes, but even more than that, sheer danger. When he thought of the night class, the nightmare flashed across his mind again. That pair of eyes, two different colors. Fear spiked through him, but he swallowed it down. No. No, he'd wait for that meltdown until he was back in the security of his dorm room.

Blinking himself back into the room, he took a few steps toward the desk, ready to hand the papers straight to the stranger, not at all willing to let Cailean-sensei touch them. But the redhead's words caught him, and his legs stopped, forcing him to pause and hesitate slightly. Trustworthy. The man was a night teacher, and he didn't trust that group as far as he could throw them. Still, who exactly was this man to talk about trust? Narrowing his eyes again, he lifted them from the desk near him to the redhead's eyes. "You're not someone who has any right to talk about trust, sir." he snapped, resuming his walking and approaching the side of the desk. "And you're trying too hard to scare your students. You aren't scary, you're just an insufferable jerk." he huffed and turned back to the stranger, irritation calming the attraction to him slightly. "Please make sure these get to him, sir. They really, really are important. And I'm already past my deadline." The small stack was offered out to the man, sapphires falling to the opposite pair of hands.

”I promise these will be in Kyrian’s hands in no more than an hour.” he vowed, assuring the student even if the brunette didn’t know the severity of what Devlin had promised. Not that anything would happen between now and then. Still, it was amusing. Lust continued to swim beneath the light fear that he wouldn’t turn his papers in on time. He briefly remembered Kyrian muttering about it the last time they were in the office together. And if anything does happen, you can blame it on me. You did give it to me on good faith after all.”he had to bite back a smile. It wasn’t unusual for students to find him attractive, but it had been so long since he had actually attracted a boy that it was refreshing. He was beginning to think that he was only affecting the women populace.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” he asked softly, allowing the boy to watch him put the project into his briefcase.

Cailean sighed as he grew bored of this little conversation. The kid didn’t seem to like him much. Then again he didn’t like the kid much. Well… He didn’t like students in general. They are often to concerned with their own lives to realize what was going on around him. Although he had to give the kid credit. He had guts. The words he spit out at the man were brave ones. He had very few students who stood up to him. He couldn’t help but give a chuckle then crack a slight smile. He put the paper down and crossed his hands over his lap. He closed his eyes and gave a sigh. He was starting to feel tired. Today had truly seemed unnaturally long. He had given a test and they had all taken the full amount of time given. Although he had to admit, quite a few did very well. Something he was secretly very proud of.

”You know it’s not very polite to speak to an adult like that, kid.” He said after a few moments as he watched Devlin slide the assignment into a brief case. ”Believe or not. You can probably actually trust him. He’ll get your assignment to Kyrian.” He said once again giving a rare smile before going back to his bored expression. Being to nice would give the impression he was going soft. Which he wasn’t.

Braylin had a retort at the ready for Cailean-sensei when he said that he was being rude, but instead to saying it and possibly getting himself into trouble, he just licked his lips and turned back to the other, chewing his bottom lip hard. "Thank you, sir." he commented quietly, taking a measured step backward. He needed to get back to the dorms, safest place on campus after dark. "If you'll excuse me, then." He bowed formally to both men and turned to walk toward the door, thoughts split perfectly between the silver haired man he seemed very pulled to and the need to get to the day dorms before the night students came out. The second was looking less and less plausible with each step. After all, it was already just about dusk outside the office windows.

Devlin nodded as he watched the student leave, his gaze breaking only from the door to put the paper in his bag before they returned to the slightly open door. The lust, the desire. They saturated the air, and Devlin took in a deep breath, his eyes flashing as he drank the emotions in. Cinnamon. Not a taste he was unfamiliar with, but it had been a very long while since he had tasted it this strongly. It coated everything, his tongue, the very air he breathed. Almost to the point where he couldn’t breathe right. Unable to help himself, his gaze darkened, a dark smirk playing with his lips as he watched the door, getting drunk off of the lust that the boy left behind.

”You look like you’re having fun.” Cailean’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, causing Devlin to chuckle and return back to the papers before him. But he never ceased to monitor that emotion, to drink it in while he could. He had been running low for a while. Weakened and almost desperate, as he had been too busy to continue his regular visits to the Drama teacher.

”Well, you humans are all amusing. Especially the younger ones.” he stated simply, the coy smirk falling as jade orbs danced over the page and he wrote C+ on top of the paper before moving on. It wasn’t often that he had gotten so drunk off of an emotion that he forgot other people’s presences. He had to give the kid points for that at least. Not many humans peaked his interest, but something about this child did. Shrugging it off he continued to grade the remaining of his papers. This kid was Kyrian’s. Devlin would most likely not see him again.



NOTE: I have Kaimu's Permission to use her Character.

Cailean laughed at the other’s words. He wasn’t surprised by his them though. The Night seemed to always find the Day amusing. They were just an amusing race. With their wars and easily noticed lust. It was a part of them just like every other race. They just didn’t hide their existence. They let the other’s know they were here. They would destroy what they didn’t understand. Frankly Cailean didn’t understand why they all couldn’t get along. It was ridiculous how scared Humans really were. He frankly found the other races rather… interesting, ”I could say the same for your race. You look high or drunk. Or both. Definitely both. It is rather hilarious to watch. Now I will let you go on with your drunken high alone. I must take my leave now. Have fun. Don’t get anyone pregnant… Um…. No students. Oh don’t fuck any hookers. Those will give you STDs. Umm… Don’t get to drunk and high. The students may notice. Report you for bad conduct during school hours or some shit like that…. Hmm.. What else… Oh yea. Drugs not hugs… Or is it the other way around? Eh. Whatever.” He spoke as he made his way to the door before stopping as a thought hit him. WHy was here again? Oh yea. He needed to ask the other a question. Well not him but Kyrian. Maybe he could just ask the Devlin instead.

Braylin closed the door with a click behind himself, but not before the words reached his ears. "You humans..."

Wait. You humans? Bray paused, hand still on the door, facing the empty and fairly dark hallway. He needed to get to the dorm. But what was that about you humans, not including the silver haired teacher himself?? Braylin turned back to the door without thinking and pressed his ear to the wood, spikes bending slightly so he could listen closely. "I could say the same for your race..." Another race?? WHAT THE HECK. His sapphires opened unbelievably wide as images flashed before his eyes. Vampires. Dracula. Werewolves. Other... terrible things. One red eye, one blue. Fangs. Nails as sharp as talons. He gasped quietly. What exactly did humans and nonhumans have to do with this? With the two men and the school and everything else?? Different races?? But more words snapped him out of his thoughts.

Crap!! Cailean's voice was just on the other side of the door! Quickly, Bray pivoted and searched for a place to hide. Crapcrapcrap...

Lockers.

He darted forward and a few paces down the hallway, finding an unlocked bottom locker and shoving himself inside of it. For once in his life, he thanked god for his small stature. But curiosity still plagued his mind, along with a terrible fear of getting caught by the teachers. Of those eyes, of the darkness and the fact that he was alone shoved inside of a locker with no escape if someone were to find him. His mind hit overdrive, trying to decipher everything despite the fear he was drowning in. It was too dark. It was black, all he could see was the dim hallway through thin slats in the door. Oh no... Oh no, oh no... Please, Cailean, just leave. He wanted to dart out and run away but he couldn't afford to get a detention now!! Not so close! Not when his entire future rested upon the papers he'd given the silver haired man just minutes prior. Please, please leave...

Devlin snorted despite himself. Yeah, as if he would be stupid enough to fuck a student. Well, Kyrian was, but that was a completely different situation seeing as both teacher and student were smart enough to make sure every single ounce of evidence was hidden and or erased. Except for himself anyway. It’s kinda hard to muffle yourself when the person above you has enhanced hearing. That thought caused the edges of his lips to twitch. Ah, the look on Kyrian’s face when Devlin told him he knew the blonde’s secret.

He was half tempted to tell the human that no matter how many hookers, dirty needles or overall bacteria infested rooms he came across, there was nothing that could get him physically sick…..except Iron and steel. Of course he wasn’t about to tell Cailean that. Knowing the other, the teacher would put iron chips into his coffee in the morning just to fuck with him. And probably find it hilarious when Devlin collapsed to the ground choking.

”Is there a reason why you’re still here?” he asked calmly, finished grading the papers and now began to input the grades into the computer. Jade orbs glanced up from the screen when silence was his answer, silver eye brows rising in slight amusement, not betraying his annoyance at the other teacher in the least. Cailean was a good friend, but gods how he could be annoying at times.

Cailean sighed as he realized that there was no point in staying. He turned around and smiled in a hopefully irritating way. He shook his head in response to the question before turning around to leave. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He really wanted to go drinking now. That sounded like the best idea at the moment. He waved and left. He hummed as he walked. His hands were stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked. He really should have made a smart comment to bother the man.

[Cailean has left]

The door swung open, and Braylin stopped breathing for a good, long moment, fear and anxiety overriding every other sense or emotion. He silently prayed that Cailean didn't notice the student shoved in the locker, eating his bottom lip down to nothing but raw skin. And that Devlin followed after. God, how was he going to get out of there unnoticed? There was no way the teacher (or the students) wouldn't notice some weird Day Class kid trying to sneak out of the building. He wrapped his arms around his knees tightly, drawing them closer silently. The teacher wasn't walking this way, judging by the sounds in the hallway.

The humming died down slowly, tap-tapping of Cailean's shoes fading into nothing. Yet still, Bray stayed hunched in the darkness of the locker. He was alone, right? ...The darkness was... heavy. Suffocating. He felt it constricting him. Jesus, it was like the darkness was alive, and that was just ridiculous. He needed to calm himself down. Quickly, he released his lip, noting that it was numb and had that "you bit too hard and I'm going to hurt later" feeling. Darn it.

He watched the other teacher leave but his gaze never drifted away from the door. The lust had gone, but the panic was suffocating, coating his tongue, flooding his nose, saturating the very air he breathed. If he was any judge of emotions, (and he was) the kid was very near a panic attack. Teal orbs glanced back over to the screen for a moment. Should he wait to see if the boy was smart enough to leave now while he could? While the hallways were still empty?



But as the minutes passed, the fear became panic, and was edging ever closer to full on horror. Sighing, he stood and walked around the desk and out the door, teal orbs zeroing in on the locker that the boy was in. Silver eye brows rose in shocked interest. How in the world did the boy manage to fit himself in there? Devlin paused about two feet from the metal door, watching it for a moment. He could hear the soft pants now, of the boy’s fear. His pupils glowing slightly as the demon within him laughed. Oh how long had it been since he had felt such innocent fear? After all, it is the innocents’ emotions that are far purer than that of any other being. The pain had the demon he had pushed back over the years clawing his senses. But he managed to push him back. Enough to set his glamour firmly in place before speaking.



”Are you going to come out before you give yourself a panic attack, or are you going to sit and stay there all night?” he asked softly, his voice calm and neutral, if albeit amused.

He'd tucked his head between his knees, trying to breathe and calm himself down enough to leave silently. But as he fully took in the black surrounding him, the only thing visible being the hallway floor between the slats in the locker, he realized that he couldn't move. The fear had paralyzed him fully. His breath hitched farther, pulling him more from reality and closer to a-

A voice pulled him back into reality, and he gave a startled cry before slapping his hands over his mouth. CRAP!!! Head shooting up, he saw the shoes through the slats. Oh god, oh god, it was Devlin-sensei, he could tell by the voice. Eyes widened in fear and disbelief. He hadn't been loud. He hadn't been making any noise, really, unless the teacher specifically passed this locker. And it was far enough away from his door that Braylin's breathing wouldn't have been heard. Now... to stay in the locker and pretend he wasn't there? Or give himself up and pray that his punishment wasn't as severe as it could be?? Obviously there was no point in staying in. He'd all but shrieked when the teacher spoke. He knew Braylin was in there. And honestly, Devlin-sensei seemed oddly... dangerous. He didn't want to know what the man's punishment would be if he tried to pretend he wasn't in the locker.

Slowly... very, very slowly, he pushed the door open and stared out into the hallway, eyes wide. God, he was in SO much trouble now. He couldn't even fathom it. "How did you know I was here?" he breathed, in awe of the man and also terrified. Tonight would probably be his last at this school.