User blog:LexPetitxVampire/Affair in the Library

Lucky for me, the rain had cleared up, and the sun was shining but cool air still traced over my face – I was never a fan of the rain because he never offered his jacket; I attended Western College of Law, and I have fallen head over heels for one of my professors, Professor Zamarren. The words he didn’t even know I existed, didn’t apply to me, we often got lunch and dinner together! Usually it was just fast food, but every once in a white, he’d treat me to a nice sit down meal.

The hallways of the school had seemed to have been doused in colors found only in a sepia photograph, but at least the hallways were warm, better than that cold biting air of the outside world. I was studying at the library on that day where the rain had cleared right up, okay, I wasn’t only studying, I was more killing time. Professor Zamarren had wanted to see me in the library and while I waited for his lecture for the 2L’s to end, I would study for an exam. Kill two birds with one store.

We often met in the library to fool around in the storage room, I didn’t mind being his dirty little secret, it was sorta fun in a weird way. When he came in, he gave me a silent nod and once he had passed me, I shut the old tome and followed him, briskly. I shut the door behind us, and he pinned me to the far wall, pinning me with a knee between my legs as he tore off his black blazer. The school had a uniform for both the male students and female students. My uniform looked suspiciously like a Japanese school uniform, and being an Otaku, I loved it!

His knee did not rub any sweet spot, but it was close enough to make my juices drip drop onto the crotch of my gray panties. And then he was kissing me, open-mouthed, hunger, and his blazer was off, and his large dry hands cup my face. I love feeling his warmth upon my face, it never failed to make me blush like a little school girl. But his wedding bandless left hand kept leaving my face to mess with his pony tail but I was too deep into the lust he had created to really and honestly care about that right now.

He pulled away from me, and looked me dead in the eyes and asked if I could stop pulling his hair. Sure, my hands had been roaming him, and had untucked his shirt, but I had not pulled his hair – I didn’t like my hair pulled, so why would I have pulled his? We went back to making out, and his hand moved down to my crotch, where he slipped two fingers past the gray cotton confines and I moaned against his thin, soft lips – his touch made me weak in the knees, a tired phrase I know.

But I felt his hand being taken away. “C’mon, professor,” I moaned into his mouth. “Show me what an A plus lawyer in training deserves.” I felt his mouth taken away from mine, and suddenly, I opened my eyes, and saw he was not in the room. “Zachary?”

He hadn’t had left, the door didn’t open and close, and I hadn’t dreamt the whole thing because his blazer lay there like a black puddle upon a cardboard box. I decided to leave the storage room, thinking that maybe he was able to slip out ever so quietly, but what I saw almost made me scream, but an ink black hand bigger than anything humanly possible covered my mouth. Professor Zamarren hung up near the ceiling, being held onto by two more of those ink black impossibly too big of arms.

I breathed in the heavy stench of absolute fear, the air smelled sour now, as I watched as the inky black hands ripped Professor Zamarren in half. The hands threw him down and his halves splashed with blood upon impact, and I ran out of the school. I never finished my degree, I never even stepped foot on that campus ever again.