06 * Tears & Joy

Damian’s Pov

Just like every other year, Camille has me teaching Occult 101 to her witch students and sometimes, giving how I willingly agree, I wonder if she has me under some sort of leash. This year, am here eagerly for a different reason, Devika Clare, my little mate.

Seeing her stand there in the midst of the crowd, reminds me how young and bright she is. Sometimes, I get caught up in the fact that she is my mistake that I forget how young and fragile she is, inside and out.

“Camille, how did it go?” I asked with hands in my pocket. If am going to teach Occult with my mate here, then I need to make sure my secret remains a secret.

“You are Damian so we’ve got your back” she replied with a smile.

“I’m not one of you” I replied. Fixing my eyes on my mate. She was wearing a long sleeve black cropped top and a denimjeans. Her bright brown hair, running down her shoulders in beautiful wave curls. Her brown eyes shinned under the sun, a pure reflection of the light that’s emanating from her.

“Keep telling yourself that Damian, you are part vampire, part warlock and nothing will ever change about it” she replies, staring at my mate who was walking to the stage to pick her card.

She pulled a red card out, making me sigh in relief as she went to join the others in line.

“You two are very alike you know?” Camille says again.

“What do you mean?” I ask wondering what the bitch is up to now but she just smiles.

After the students were sent to their various classrooms, we were expected to go in and introduce ourselves.

As I went through the names of the students that will be learning Occult 101 with me, my lips stretch into a fine line as I see her name right here. Camille us right, we do have a lot in common.

I patiently wait to enter the class last so that I can spend as much time as I can with them. Walking into the classroom, I see her sitting and smilling with a young wizard. I know am not meant to be jealous but I do and it’s stupid, I know but I can’t help it, she’s MINE.

I introduce myself to the class and began to make small talks with the sudents and just like every year, the girls were flirting with me. Some a little too obvious, some subtle but unlike the previous years, am not amused, am pissed. Unlike the past years, am spoken for now.

Seeing the way my mate looked at me, my mood was uplifted, she stared at me like I was the only one in the room and I felt proud. It’s great to be in the same room with her and everything but I have to round things up.

With the paper in my bag, I called out the name of the 6 Occult students here in the room and asked them to stand and come with me. Everyone was standing but my little mate was still busy staring my way. I couldn’t help but get amused at how cute she looks lost in the thoughts of me.

The wizard boy beside her begins to tap her but she wasn’t reacting, she was just staring at me. I fold my hands in front of my chest, watching the scene before me. She soon regains her composure and instead of talking to me, she asked the wizard if she was in trouble.

The way they were acting so close was so irritating me, they met today yet they were acting like childhood sweethearts. The body pushed her up by her waist and it took all I had to restrain myself. Not wanting to see the boys annoying face, I ask them to follow me before leaving the class, my mate and the others following.

To call me angry would be an understatement, I’m craving a good kill, something fun and interesting would do. The thought of the victim being the young warlock is fun, exactly what I need right now.

Not wanting to waste any more time here, I showed them the room where our classes will be held.

“Classes will commence tomorrow by 12 pm but before that, how many of you meditate daily?” I ask and my mate and one other guy raised their hands

“You meditate most of the time?” I ask and the girl raises her hand.

“You meditate sometimes?” I ask and this time, every other person raises their hand.

“If you will be in my class, you need to love meditation and practice it daily. Preferably, twice a day because that is the foundation in which every other thing will be built on.” I advise before rapping everything up.

The way my mate looked at me made me long for her but unfortunately, there’s not much I can do so I walked out of the class and headed straight for my car.

I needed to get out of here before I do something that I may regret for a very long time. Some of the girls were coming for me and I would have used my speed to leave but if I do then I expose myself in front of her and I can’t let that happen yet.

Getting to my car, I hear a very peculiar voice calling me from behind the mob of girls behind me. Turning around, there was my mate chasing after me screaming “Sir! Mr. young!”

Without a second thought, I walk past the girl, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the car. I enter the driver’s seat and hit the road.

She kept on staring at me and I couldn’t help but wonder if I’ve done something wrong.

“Miss me that much?” I tease to lighten up the mood but she doesn’t answer.

Thought you wanted to speak to me? I ask again yet there was no reply from her.

Getting worried, I park the car by the roadside before looking right at her face, only to fínd tears streaming down her cheeks.