I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Third Person POV The darkness that consumed Rachel fed off the fear that Ella was feeling. She tried her best to hide it, but even Rachel knew that Ella’s fear was evident. The color had completely drained from her perfect features and as much as she tried to blink them away, Rachel could see the moisture in her eyes.

She wanted to cry.

“It's been you this whole time...” Ella breathed, still trying to wrap her head around the facts.

Rachel didn’t have to confirm, Ella already knew the truth. Her intuition was telling her the truth. As much as Rachel wanted to go to her friend and comfort her, the darkness wouldn't allow her. She was consumed by it.

She felt all sorts of anger and hopelessness. She gave into the darkness long ago; even before it's been conjured. She was an easy target for it to take as a vessel. She wasn’t surprised.

“Please say something...” Ella whispered. Rachel could hear the desperation in her voice.

“What is there forto say?” Rachel asked, her voice emotionless and dry. It made Ella wince; she had never heard Rachel sound this way before and she didn’t like it.

“I want you to tellit's not true... that you didn’t kill those people. That you didn’t kill Scott.” “I didn’t kill Scott,” Rachel quipped. “But | would have if | could. I only framed him. | made him believe he was the one who killed those people.” A stray tear escaped from Ella's eye as she stared at Rachel.

“You were the one who sent him to jail...” Ella said hoarsely. “Which means you were the one who killed him.” Her voice had gone dry and bitter by the end of that sentence. Rachel couldn't argue or deny those facts, so she remained quiet.

Ella was so wrapped up in her own thoughts, trying to process all that’s been exposed to her, replaying this past week in her mind, trying to figure out how she didn’t see what was right in front of her. She didn’t even notice the door of the bedroom had opened and Raymond, Rachel's father, was standing behind her.

He was staring directly at the back of her head; his eyes trailing down her narrow back and across the nape of her neck. He held the syringe tightly in his grip as a glimmer of humor spread across his thin lips.

Rachel hadn't meant to give him this idea, but she did. It was right after he tried to give her the syringe, hours before the banquet.

“Ella is smart, she will be able to see througha mile away. | won't be able to stick her with that thing,” Rachel said, refusing to take the syringe.

This angered Raymond, but he had to agree with his daughter. He furiously paced back and forth, knowing that both of their lives were at stake.

But then he paused, and a smile snaked his lips. He looked at Rachel who was pale as a ghost and feeling sick to her stomach.

“Then you won't be the one to inject her with this,” he said, holding up the syringe. “You will be the distraction...

and | will inject her.” Rachel was brought back to the present moment when Ella let out a small sob.

“Rachel... whatever is going on... lethelp you,” she pleaded.

But Rachel knew there was no helping her right now.

She closed her eyes and looked away. Just as Ella was about to say something else, Raymond stabbed her as hard as she could in the neck with the syringe.

At first, Ella seemed to be consumed by shock. Her eyes grew large and round as she tried to process what had just happened. Then a gasp escaped her lips and her eyes flickered to Rachel.

Ella reached up to touch the syringe in her neck and at first, Rachel didn’t think the wolf's bane was going to work. Maybe she was too strong of a Volana for it to take effect. Even her father began to look nervous.

Ella opened her mouth to speak, but no words cout. And then, her body began to quiver uncontrollably, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, shocking Rachel to the core.

Had they killed her? The darkness was going to be pissed and probably kill them too. Not that it mattered anymore; Rachel didn’t deserve to live after everything she had done. Her thoughts might be her own, but her actions and words certainly aren't. It's like she’s standing on the outside, watching herself do these horrific things and she can’t do anything about it.

Ella fell to her knees; her eyes fluttered shut and then she fell to the ground.

Raymond looked relieved and let out a sigh.

“Is she alive?” Rachel asked, her voice sounding unfamiliar and raw.

Raymond bent beside her to feel her pulse on the side of her neck and after a moment, he nodded.

“Her pulse is faint, but she’s alive.” Before Rachel could say anything, she was stopped when the voice began to speak.

“You have done well,” the voice said. It took a minute for Rachel to realize that she was speaking out loud so Raymond could hear her as well.

Ray tensed and stared at Rachel, confused. But Rachel couldn't speak to explain what was happening. The darkness wouldn't allow her to speak or move.

“We will handle the Volana from here,” the voice continued.

Soon, darkness reined in through the cracks of the window, pooling in like a rapid river. It swirled around the floor and filled the room with its dark essence. It felt cold and gave Rachel a chill down her spine; she would have shivered if she could. But she couldn't move a mussel.

Telling from her father, he couldn't either.

The room was filled with dark smoke, but it didn’t smell or feel like smoke. It was just there, lingering around the room until it grew thicker and darker. Rachel had to strain herself to see what was happening, but that wasn’t good enough. She didn’t know what she was seeing. It almost looked like the darkness was swallowing Ella.

It didn’t take long for the darkness to be covering her completely and Rachel couldn't see her friend at all.

Then, the darkness swirled around the room a final tbefore slithering its way to the window once again. Just as it cin, it used its cracks to disperse from the room. Rachel looked down at the place Ella once was, but she was no longer there.

Rachel and her father were left alone, staring at one another in disbelief. Then, her father was bold enough to speak first.

“What about my end of the deal?” Raymond asked, staring at Rachel. He knew the darkness was still inside of her and whoever was controlling it was listening. “You promised that I'd get power once this is over. | want to use the vessel you create to get that power.” Rachel let out a lowly laugh, but it wasn’t her. It was the voice.

“Silly bear,” she spat. “Did you honestly think | was going to let you walk away with zero repercussions? You know far too much.” “What?” He seethed. “We had a deal, witch. | spy on your Volana, and you getpower. | used my own flesh and blood to fulfill that task.” It was like a slap in Rachels face; she knew her father wasn’t genuine when he wanted to spend twith her.

But part of her was still in denial about it. She wanted to believe that maybe he did care about her after all and that he was truly sorry for how he treated her.

“And you have done well, but | can’t possibly allow you to walk around with all the knowledge that you have,” the voice said, chuckling.

“Then erase them,” he said through his teeth. “You have the power to do that.” “I do...” it said simply. “But my little friends are so very hungry and before they depart from your lovely daughter, they need to feed.” “What?” Raymond asked, staggering backward. “You are crazy. Why me? Why not kill her?!” The voice didn’t respond at first; Rachel was oddly curious about the answer as well. Why won't it kill her? Or maybe it still will. A sickening feeling formed in the pit of her stomach.

“I like her,” the voice finally answered. “She had done far too much to deserve death. Plus, she doesn’t know much of anything. Nothing that can expose us. As for you... well... we don’t like you as much. You are a failed spy. You could hardly even get close to her.” “I was the one who gave her the wolf's bane, knocking her out” Ray argued, furiously.

“You couldn't have done it without Rachel,” the voice hissed. “Also, didn’t you also abuse your daughter throughout her entire childhood? You took her virtue. You drove her to drugs and alcohol and forced her into that wretched facility. You are hardly worth a life.” Rachel was surprised that the voice knew this information, but she supposed it’s been living in her brain for weeks, so it made sense that it would know things about her. It sounded like the voice was angry at Raymond on Rachel's behalf.

Raymond was shivering, unable to move. She wondered why he wouldn't turn and run; it's not like the darkness was inside of him and making him stay still like it was doing to her. The only darkness inside of Raymond was his own.

“Rachel darling, my little friends are hungry, and | need them to be at full strength when they return to me. They will be leaving you shortly and you will be free of your duties. You have done well and as your reward, you get to keep your life,” the voice said, only to her this time.

Rachel was relieved, but her heart was so heavy, and her brain was so confused. She had done such horrible things; she was never going to recover from this. She knew this; death doesn’t seem so bad.

“You will keep the unbearable truths of what you had done,” the voice confirmed. “It might in fact be a punishment worth than death.” Rachel flinched at those words.

“But before my friends leave you, we ask that you perform one last task.” “What is it?” Rachel asked in a quivering tone, finally able to speak again.

After a beat of silence, the voice answered, “Kill him.” Downstairs in the living room where the guests mingled and laughed, their conversations ceased to exist as Raymond's tormented screams sounded throughout the entire packhouse. At first, nobody knew what they were listening to but then it was clear that someone upstairs was in grave danger and crying out for help.

Alpha Bastien was the first to jump into action; he was closely followed by Beta Ethan and then Alpha Jonathan.

Luna Selene wasn't far behind as well, despite knowing she should stay with the others. But her daughter was upstairs, and he needed to see that she was okay.

Bastien followed the sounds of the gargled screams and then the screaming stopped. But he knew exactly where it was coming from. He ran to the room at the end of the long hallway and barged inside. He paused, frozen to the core, when he saw Rachel kneeling over her father’s body, covered head to toe in his blood.

“Il... l.... I didn’t mean to kill him...”