Whisper, V & V Gustafson [ebook offline TXT] 📗

The yips! were close on her heels as Adelaide stumbled through the woods trying to navigate through the dark. On occasion she would look behind her to see if it had gotten any closer, but only the pitch black greeted her. The unknown beast yipped! again, as if fueled by her fear. Tears streamed down her face as she tried not to break out in sobs.

Adelaide's foot wedged itself between a rock and the root of a tree, causing her whole body to twist and plummet to the ground as she screamed over the sound of bone breaking. But it was not that that had scared her, it was the sudden silence that consumed her. Frantically looking around to see nothing, but she looked nonetheless. She didn't need to see him, she could feel him, his hot breath overpowered her frantic ones.

"Please! Don't do this! This isn't you. You don't have to do this!" Begging did nothing but excite the beast more. Fear wracked her body, causing her body to go into uncontrollable shakes in an attempt to conceal the bile slowly burning her throat. With her petite little hand she clasped her mouth in order to stifle her sobbing, but only to no avail, it made it difficult to breathe. 

Finally face-to-face with the beast, she stared into his eyes as he stared back with a snarl. "P-puhlease," Adelaide attempted to beg for her life once more, but her words came out in jumbles as she could no longer control her sobs when the beast opened his wide jaw to reveal his teeth. She could hardly see but they were dripping with blood, human blood, as if he had killed today and she were a snack.

Everything happened so slowly, Adelaide felt her mind count down the seconds to her impending death. Before she could utter another word the jaws crushed her windpipe making it impossible for her to scream. The blood that pooled around her body felt so warm against her cold skin. Feeling her consiousness slipping away, she was able to catch a glance at her murderer. A pair of devastatingly blue eyes bore into her green ones, tears swelling into his. All Adelaide could think of at that very moment was 'hush. Don't cry love. Not for me." But the boy cried even harder as he cradled her limp body in his arms. Leaning to her ear as he whispered, "I'm sorry."

Adelaide sat with her head buried deep within a book. The once boring walls had come to life, transforming into a vivid jungle and its tribe. With her imagination running wild the book took a whole new form as Adelaide became the heroine, a young warrior princess trying to save her family from a demonic omen that loomed over their tribe. Adelaide became so immersed in her book she could barely hear voices from outside the ones in her book. "Adelaide!" At first she assumed it was her hot and trusty sidekick warning her about lava, but the second "Adelaide!" was much to high-pitched to belong to her hot model protector. Whack! A rulers stick swatted the desk next to her book, causing her to snap back to her mundane reality. 

"Adelaide, sweetheart. I called your name at least five times. Please return to your dorm room, it's getting late. I've got some, erm- papers to grade for tomorrow morning," a woman with thick glasses spoke nothing but sweet words. Behind those glasses was a beautiful, sultry woman capable of seducing any man if only she knew how beautiful she was.

"Yes. Sorry, Abagale," Adelaide mumbled in a barely audible response. That's right, her and the library teacher were on a first name basis. Considering the fact that Adelaide was in the library during all hours of the day when she was not in class, they shared quite the bond that she and her mother had not.

Adelaide gathered her things, slung her large backpack over her right shoulder and made way for the exit. Every so briefly she stopped in her tracks and looked over to her teacher, "I will see you tomorrow, right?" Abagale simply smiled and nodded before heading to her desk full of papers. With that, Adelaide flashed a bright smile with the ability to melt any boys heart into oblivion, then briskly walked out with a flushed expression. It's not that she had a crush on the teach, Abagale just had a certain effect on people, got them hot and bothered by a simple glance. Shaking her head back and forth vigorously, as if to rid of Abagale's image from her head. 

Ever since her arrival to Ashmont Academy, things seemed much more different from what it was like in high school. Not the normal kind of different either. The teachers were all extremely attractive, too attractive for a young, inexperienced student like her. They also seem quite odd and mysterious, always whispering to each other in their little teacher huddles in the hallways between classes. The fact that they point out and examine some of the students doesn't seem creepy at all. Nope. Not one bit. Okay, maybe a tad. But what's even scarier than that? That Adelaide turned a corner in one of the dark, dusky hallways, alone. Sure it would be okay if it were midnight, but it was only nine o'clock and there was not a single soul in sight. For a university, especially on the first week, there is bound to be someone, right? Adelaide could only pray as she felt an ominous chill creep down her back. Something didn't feel right, just as it never had since she arrived here. Every night, at the time that she leaves the library, she can practically feel someone breathing down her back. All she could do was quicken her pace, practically breaking into a sprint towards her dorm room. When she looked behind her she could have sworn to the police, her mother, and baby Jesus all at once that she saw yellow eyes piercing the night. The eyes were coming towards her faster than she could run.

In a panic, Adelaide sprinted around the corner only to be greeted by the feeling of hitting a brick wall. When she collided with the steel-like object everything came crashing down on her. The books were not kind as they rained down on her, the corner on her Trigonometry book whacking her right in the forehead creating the sexiest gash there could have ever existed. Feeling as if she were to be eaten any second she looked up to see what it was that had stopped her in her tracks and flung her across the hall. A pair of icy blue eyes matched with a smug smile looked down on her as she lay sprawled out on the floor. Adelaide could feel her face heat up, utterly mortified. "I-I'm s-s-so sorry," Adelaide stuttered, trying to find her words but completely baffled by the shirtless man in front of her. 

A sneer. Surely it was a sneer, was it not? But when Adelaide glanced once again, all she saw was a sweet smile and a helping hand, which she so gingerly took. "No problem, klutz." Slowly rising from the ground, Adelaide felt as light as a feather as he effortlessly pulled her to her feet. "The name's Jesse."

The moment Adelaide's skin met with his, the moment she was face-to-face with him, she felt an overwhelming sensation overtake her. She wasn't sure what overcame her, she was never the promiscuous type. When she mashed her lips against his she was half expecting rejection. Instead she was greeted with the same fiery intensity as hers. Jesse pushed her up against the wall, skimming his fingers under her shirt as she hooked her fingers in his pants. 'Come on, Adelaide. What are you doing? Willpower. WILLPOWER!' As soon as her subconsious decided to finally chime in, Adelaide shoved the ever-so smug looking Jesse from her. Panting, Adelaide attempting to catch her breath only to find it impossible.

"Well... That was, uh, interesting?" He just kept smiling, which pissed Adelaide off even more. 

"I uh... Well... I'm so sorry!" Adelaide shoved past Jesse.

"Wait! Your name!" It was too late, Adelaide ran into her dorm room and slid down the door. "You know..." She whispered.

That night Adelaide tossed and turned, the yellow eyes shifting to blue eyes haunting her dreams. The heterochromia iridium eyes ravaged her, raked her over again and again, then ripped her apart until she woke up screaming, drenched in sweat. "What the hell!" Her blonde roommate exclaimed, more annoyed than concerned, turning on the light.

"N-nothing. Just go back to sleep." When Amy, the bitchy roommate, went to sleep Adelaide just laid there for the rest of the night afraid to close her eyes. Whatever was waiting for her in her dreams was something she never wanted to experience again. It felt so real, as if it were actually happening. But that was just it. Something was happening, something that Adelaide couldn't stop. The train wreck was bound to happen, spinning her life out of control. Adelaide didn't wear chaos well.

After a long night of no sleep, Adelaide prepped for her morning classes. Typically a student was never this excited about class first thing seven in the morning, but nothing made Adelaide feel more alive than Forms of Lit: Fiction with most likely the best teacher, Mrs. Vilkas. No one understands how to pronounce her foreign name so she typically goes by Mrs. V, short and sweet, but everyone knows who she is. Mrs. V was the only teacher Adelaide was able to genuinely appreciate, she took no prisoners when it came to the homework and she was never lenient like many of the teachers in this school. A bonafide hardass, but that's why she was so popular with the students, no one would mind a punishment from her.

"Quiet, class." Her voice was soft, but hard, enough to silence the class in seconds, something that many teachers spend years trying to master. "Since it's the first week of class, I thought it'd be nice for you guys to get to know your classmates. We won't have a lot of group activities, so this is a good chance to make friends." She didn't. The class groaned. Even Adelaide rolled her eyes. No one liked "get-to-know-each-other" activities. Cheerfully clapping her hands