WARNING: Hope you like surprises... I don't plan on writing a cliche.

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The shrill and surprised voice that rang out behind us just as the final bell rang snapped some sort of sense in my fogged mind set. Travis on the other hand ignored both of those interruptions and tried to continue on where we left off, groaning a sound of reluctance when I pushed at his shoulders. He grabbed both my wrists and held them above my head, my fingers left dangling over the edge of the desk.

His lips went back to my neck, hungry for something I'm not sure I could resist giving him. The look in his eyes and the confidence his hands held as they moved on my body and face held me captivated to say the least. There was a part of me that wanted nothing more than to give back in, to let go and summit on the fight and allow him to have me. But I knew I couldn't, this wasn't right and I knew nothing good would come of this. But...

"Looks like the little Alpha to be has found himself a human to keep him busy," a playful sounding tone voiced out from behind Travis's hunk of a body.

Did I seriously just think that?

Why did she call him Alpha to be and me a human?

The presence of the other person helped me to untangle myself from the foreign desire that threatened to consume me long enough to yank my hands out of his grasp and wrap around his face to tear it away from my body. Whispering a quiet and pleading, "No," as I did so. That one word seemed to have sucker punched Travis right out of his weird heavy trance that had fallen over him. That's also when I realized that someone was still here in the classroom besides the two of us and was still watching..

I jumped off of the desk when Travis leered back from me is shock or surprise, I don't know which or maybe both. I stopped and tucked a piece of hair that was in the way of my eye sight when I saw a girl with curly blond hair standing in the door way, leaning on the frame with her jutted out hip bone.

"Hey," she said with a wave in my direction and a smile wide enough to have my brows scrunching together. She only gave me that one glance before her eyes were directed behind me, focusing solely on Travis. A thought ran through my head, one that wondered if anything happened or was happening between them two. The idea sent a shiver of both disgust and something else down my spine.. anger? That's ridiculous, even if something more then friendship occurred involving the strange girl and my ma- Travis, I had no right to feel affected by it. None at all. Even if we just made out and came minutes or maybe seconds away from devouring each other whole.

"I guess you finally decided to stop with the whole 'waiting for the one' bull crap, huh?" the strange and becoming unnerving girl asked with a raised eyebrow. With a smile that looked all to smug for her taste.

A deep growl drew her from her thoughts and sent a whole different kind of tremble through her small frame, almost begging for that bitch--girl, to get lost and let them get back to what they where doing on that wooden desk before she decided to crash there two way party.

"Shut up Samantha, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about," authority rung from his voice, dripping with sexiness. What was she even thinking? Sexiness? Ugh! I have to get out of here before I lose my mind, now.

As if sensing my thoughts, Travis rushed forward and wrapped a strong sturdy arm around my waist and looped it so he could pull my towards him and into his awaiting embrace. I tried to keep my body from melting against his but I couldn't, there was something about him that had my wanting to please him anyway I could. I looked up and found his eyes already on mine, connecting ours and made sure to keep them so as he ducked his head and tilted my head back so his lips pressed to my ear. His breath blew hot pants onto my skin, sending shivers throughout my body. A quiet moan left my mouth, eyes closing at their own record as I enjoyed the sensation he was giving me.

"Okay, seriously Travis? You realized I'm still here right? Now, detach yourself from that pes.."

Her voice faded out as Travis spoke, his chest vibrating and sending the echoes down my front sides with his frame still closely along mine. It came out in rasping and almost possessive tone, making my toes curl so tight in my shoes I wouldn't be surprised if they fell off, "Mate." I had no idea what it meant but a part of me knew.. somewhere deep down, fluttering with happiness at being called something of such.

"Wait, what!? Her! She's your mate?! That fucking hum-"

Suddenly I was no longer wrapped around Travis, the rapid departure of warmth left me feeling cold and.. lonely. But I only had mere seconds to analyze the strange dubious feeling before my thoughts were interrupted by startling aggression. The sound was low, rough, almost graveling with aggravation and pure hollow-felt wrath seeping from his tone.

Travis.

With a mind of their own, my eyelids fluttered open, as though pulling back the curtains and basking in the sunlight and abandoning the shadows. It took several moments for the confusion and baffle-ness to pass and for my surroundings to come back to me, slowly registering in my distracting thoughts. As my gaze drifted to the two figures leaning on the now re-closed door to the still empty classroom my breath caught in my throat with surprise and aghast.

I gauged openly at what I was witnessing, my eyes widening as far as humanly possible as the sight played out before me. The first thing I took in, pupils focusing fully and almost memorized on was the view of a hand grasped around anthers throat. Travis's fingers were gripped Samantha's flesh just below her chin with strength that made her face fill with blood and turn a color that was mixed between red and blue. His face was so close to hers that for a brief mill second I forgot what I was seeing and rage filled me. I wanted to rip her away from him and yell at her excuse of a face that she should stay the hell away from Travis. But then his words reached me, clearing the fog that continued to float through my conscious.

"Don't you dare talk about my mate that way," the words dripping with near the surface furry. I couldn't tear my eyes away, his voice was a siren with me its probably not the first victim.

Her arms snapped up, as though finally being released from being pinned down. They tried to pry his fingers off, smacking and scratching. No use, I thought, a quiet comment drifting in the depths of my mind. I knew I should've been scared, anyone else would've started to scream in horror and call for help. But I didn't, it wasn't fear that was pulsing through my veins as I watched Travis inches away from tearing someones throat out.

No.

I loved the way he was standing up for me. Loved the way he showed his feeling towards me. Loved the power  and authority that was oozing off of his form in thick overwhelming waves.

Yes.

Part of me knew this shouldn't be my reaction, that my response to Travis's actions wasn't right. And that I needed to leave while I still could for, if I stayed then I was sealing my fate. Knew this was my one shot at succeeding in escaping from this terrible beauty of a man.

But there was another part that hummed with approval at my realization. He was protecting me from this vile girl, close to murdering her. For only saying a few words that spoke volumes against my presence along side him. I wonder, what he would do to someone who struck me, caused me pain and discomfort. Laid his hands on me in places a fathers hands should never be put on his own flesh and blood. A smile, one I've only ever wore once before stretched across my face.

Lips curling back to give a wide view of my teeth. Eyes opening broadly and sides slitting at the same time, creating a stare that trembles down others spines. My fears and worries started to slip away, turning to ashes of nothing, drifting away into the breeze. Vertebrae straightened, even though I hadn't even realized I've been hunching my shoulders in cowardliness. I sneered at the word in my mind, I was no coward. The grey in my pupils began to swirl with a dark murky blackness, trying to make quick work of consuming as much of the lighter shade as possible.

The hands at my sides warmed with new energy, heated by the power being released within me, leaking out in fast streams. I sighed in relief, finally. In the background I heard the muffling of a voiced raised, quietly shouting at another. When I returned my gaze to the reducing life of a girl I saw her fingers pointing in my direction, her mouth trying to form words or a scream, I couldn't tell which or both.  Her eyes were wide set, terror flooding her features.

"Don't you point at her!" His fingers tightened his hold and a wrenched whimper escaped her lips, I giggled. That was it, that sound caused Travis to look back, for shock to fill him. For that little vocal action wasn't some average girl giggle. No. It had a deepness to it, a rough surfaced edge to the echoing hollowness.

"Lilly... what's..." I knew my image was changing, that the blackness was spreading to my veins and turning them to a charcoal black, all over my body. Arms, legs, chest, stomach, even my face. But I didn't care, I only wanted to see the fingers push through the thin fragile skin of the scared looking little girl. To hear the blood gushing out of those protective layers and the crackling of bones that laid just beyond that annoying skin and blood.

"Do it," I whispered to...what's his name? but my eyes were trained on the hand residing on the tempting neck. So close...the hands retreated, slipping away.

No. No. No. "No. No! No!"

With outrage fueling me, feeding the growing power I turned to the figure standing before me. He was starring at me, as though considering whether or not to step forward or backwards. His eyes were back to a crystal blue, they looked familiar.. I shook that doubt away, focusing on how his face was no drained of the earlier wrathful stare.

Thoughts and warnings tried to push their way through but I shoved them back, into a corner were they couldn't reach me. In a flash my neck swirled in a circle, the crackling ringing in my heightened ears. All my senses were trained on the man, not the pathetic girl who laid on the ground grasping for air and trying to crawl her way out the door, stretching for the handle. I could hear the rapid heart beat that resided in her chest as well as the strength the man was using to try and slow his. Fear lingered in the air, so great it was hard to tell how much occupied in each of the two.

The anticipation and impatience wore thin, I needed to see and feel blood, now. Licking my lips and tipping my head back I raised my hands with the returning smile, my palms outstretched and facing the man. I heard the intake  of breath the man took, about to say something before I beat him to it. A word left my lips in a whisper, wielding power and a stamp of surrealness and permanence .

"Death..."