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Excerpt from Fated Duet

The day seemed bleak through Johnathan's eyes, a hole had formed deep in his heart for some reason. The world didn't look quite the same after he'd left the one person he felt whole around. He couldn't remember her name or what she looked like when they were children. He just knew that he didn't feel complete without her presence when he had to leave her when she was six. That was already ten years ago and he was certain she'd moved by now but he wasn't giving up hope. Although he wasn't human and didn't believe in a God, that didn't mean he wasn't praying to someone for his wish to come true. He was hoping to finally meet her once again if he continued teaching at this school. This was the school her mother had talked about when she was younger, driving her to push herself to achieve almost the impossible. Johnathan turned the corner abruptly, realizing he was running late when the intoxicating scent hit him hard enough to knock the breath from him. "What the fuck was that?" he gasped softly to himself, noticing a blond-headed female approaching him. "Good morning, Mr. Saint-Vincent," she greeted excitedly, clutching her books close to her chest. The intoxicating scent was now almost unbearable as he covered his mouth in an attempt to keep from barring his fangs at her. This was her scent. The one that he so missed was now standing right in front of him. He couldn't believe the luck he'd had after just a few days here. "May I walk with you to class?" she asked innocently enough, her grip around her books tightening as Johnathan nodded silently. Once again to keep from attracting attention from his higher-ups. He didn't need them thinking he was trying to start a relationship with one of his students.

Although as the weeks progressed, the scent wore off the blond-headed female. Even as she sat right beside him, eating her lunch and chattering on, he couldn't smell her scent as strongly as he used to. He wondered if his senses were leaving him now that he'd found her or if she just wasn't the right one. When a petite female with multi-colored black, blond, red, light brown, and dark brown hair approached the blond female to retrieve her friend, Johnathan was then hit by that intense intoxicating smell once again. Meeting the turquoise blue eyes of the petite female, she stopped to stare at Johnathan. Something flashed through her eyes, almost as if she'd recognized him immediately. "Have we met somewhere before?" she asked curiously, tapping her chin in thought as her friend shook her playfully. "You couldn't have met him somewhere. Mr. Saint-Vincent is a new transfer teacher and I would have noticed by now if you'd met him already. We've been dating for the last few weeks, Ryshelle," the blond explained excitedly as the multi-color haired female shrugged with indifference. "I guess I don't know him as I thought then," Ryshelle declared nonchalantly, turning to walk away with the blond when Johnathan hastily reached for her arm.

Ryshelle turned her head toward him abruptly, a glare gracing her delicate features as a purple shimmer glazed across her eyes. "Wh- What was that?" Ryshelle asked out of confusion, blinking several times to see if it would happen again. Johnathan knew then that he'd found her. The one he'd been praying to meet for years now. "I need to speak with you in my office," Johnathan announced without hesitation, slacking his grip on her slender arm. Ryshelle turned toward him completely now, a confused look on her face as she raised a defiant eyebrow. "Oh? What about Mr. Saint-Vincent?" she challenged as she yanked her arm from his grasp now. "Is it my school attire choice? You can save your breath, Mrs. Snider already spoke with me about it and I refuse to change. If you don't like it, nobody said you had to look at me," she announced defiantly, placing her small and delicate hands on her exposed waist.

Johnathan hadn't even noticed what she was talking about until he glanced down to see she was wearing a white button-up crop top that hung off her dainty shoulder. One strap of her bra was exposed and her flat stomach, a tattoo of an R, and belly button piercing were on display for everyone to see. Johnathan flushed when he realized what she was wearing but refused to bend to her will as well. "Listen here, Princess. Didn't your mommy or daddy ever teach you to respect your elders?" he sniped back, grasping her arm once again when she was stunned into silence. He knew to go for her parents when it came to her. There was that defiant streak in her he knew would become a pain in the ass when she was older and they were her one weakness. Her mother abused her to perform at her peak level of physicality and femininity and her father died in the plane crash that he was supposedly on as well. For all Ryshelle knew, her childhood crush was dead with her father.