The interior of the professor's office screamed wealth and ancientness. It smelled of it too. Perhaps it came with the perks of being a history lecturer. Emma thought, but discounted it immediately. She couldn't imagine the previous history professor staying under this air of wealth and ancientness.
She could tell that the room had been repainted and refurbished, by appearance of the walls which shone with a newness quality. There were marks on the shelves that told a story of the rearrangement of books, and the discard of the some which had outlived their usefulness.
The room had a kind of musty odor, evocative of grandparents' houses, the type that makes you feel safe and cozy, and curious; the air of mysteriousness accompanied and enhanced by the ancientness made the latter so. It was dimly lit too; as the thick brown patterned curtains were allowed to drape over the windows, shielding the room from sunlight. She deducted that t
Would our Emma be able to resist this compulsion?
Emma felt the tendrils of compulsion wrapping her all over. What can this be? She thought as she kept looking at the professor who gazed at her with those midnight black eyes of his, which now looked even more alluring and magnetic, the man as a whole actually. She discovered that she wanted to obey the professor with every fiber of her being, but also found out that she could snap out of this silly haze if she wanted to. She decided to try, to see what could happen, and what this thing might mean."I told you nothing; I was just on a sick leave." She stated innocently, hiding a smirk as she saw the look of shock and unbelief that washed over the professor's face, but which disappeared as immediately as they had come. She reasoned out that he must be surprised that his charm or whatever he was doing, wasn't working out all.She almost gasped out in fear and fright, as she saw him stand up from his chair sharply. She watched with brows furrow
Immediately Emma left the office, the professor banged his fist on the large table, causing a slight rip to appear on it."Impossible." He muttered, the black orbs of his eyes reddening by the passing second.She had withstood his compulsion. No human should be able to do that. The werewolf girl hadn't been able to resist it. So, how could she, a mere human be able to? Is she the one? He thought, reclining back into his chair, as he allowed his mind to wander.He had moved here on a request of his king to scout the regions, after a certain Alpha had sought for their help to overthrow another pack, and take over the region. They would be needed to fight along side them if possible. He had found the matter ludicrous, the all had, surprised at the braveness of the werewolf to come into their lair and ask for their help to extinguish another pack. But when he made the offer of the cave of Baresis, they had been inclined to l
"I think table four wants to make an order. Go check it out." The lean, thin faced woman, wearing a knitted white woolen sweater on brown slacks with brown leather sandals, mentioned to Emma who was wiping off coffee stains from the first table in the café. "Right on it." Emma said, with more excitement in her voice than necessary, which of course startled the woman. The older lady chuckled, shaking her head as she watched the boisterous redheaded teenager meander her way around the tables, humming a tune she didn't consider familiar in all her forty something years, while saying a few hellos to people, mostly the male folk who contested for her attention. She thought that the young college girl reminded her of her younger self. She was too full of life, and had been so happy when she had allowed her have the part time job back. Emma scooted around the tables, careful enough to shift away from the fat man who had wanted to touch her hips
"What the hell girl! Are you trying to give us all a heart attack, rather than coffee?!" The guy with pink dyed spiky hair shrieked, staring at her in bewilderment and anger.Emma thought that he would have looked handsome a bit if he hadn't decided to go power ranger on his hair. The other guy with short, but curly black hair, had a surprised but amazed look on his face. She wondered why he hadn't ordered for the rest, or perhaps call their attention earlier as she had stood there.Maybe the bottom ass of the clique. She thought. A son to an average father, who perhaps caught the attention of one of the girls or the other boy. Oddly, she pitied him. No one deserved to be bitched around.The three girls still had the shocked look on their faces. Ugly dunces. She thought."What did you do that for?" The third girl whom hadn't said anything since the charade began asked. Emma thought she oozed a more d
"You seem to have a knack for attracting undue attention." Emma heard Professor Perkins say, as she opened her eyes to see that she had actually landed on his arms, and not on the floor. She sighed in relief, her eyelids closing of their own accord, not wanting to think or ponder on what would have happened if she had landed with that large force on the floor. She would have broken some bones surely. She knew that the red-black haired girl had been behind the gust of wind that had lifted her up. Powerful! She thought, still shocked that she was stuck in between mysterious things that only happened in story books. She wondered what her sister would think of this. Well, Amelia for one, won't believe her, unless she came out with proofs."Comfortable that much…?" She heard Professor Perkins say, and sighed again. The man was a pompous jerk. But she knew that she owed him some thanks. Opening her eyes, she bit her lips unconsciously, a bit nervous
Emma untied her work apron from her waist, while thinking of the strange request she had made to her history professor. She had pleaded with him to keep on with the hypnotism he had placed on the people in the café, while she rushed inside to gather her stuff. She didn't want to be assailed by their thoughts again. And she wanted to go home.She let out a deep breath as she dropped the apron in the cabinet meant for it. Day by day, things were getting out of her control. She thought, picking up her back pack from the brown tiled floor. Her history professor was something she didn't know of, other than what she knew of his powers, just like the other five. She had tried to get his identity by trying to read off the thoughts of the five, but she had discovered that she couldn't. She wondered why. She also couldn't hear the thoughts of her professor again, after she had cited that migraine had been the cause of her discomfort."Did he fi
When Emma passed by a group of teenagers playing football in a yard mechanically and the cloth store without holding her head in pain or hearing thoughts other than hers, she knew that her history professor had granted her second favor. He had kept up the hypnotism. And for that, she was highly relieved and grateful. He was quite considerate. She thought with a small smile fanning her lips.She shifted her gaze from the cloth store to her professor, whose eyes were straight ahead. She noticed that his face was strained and pale. She felt bad then, knowing that keeping up the hypnotism, dispensing his power that way, was draining him of his strength. She wondered if she should tell him to stop, but the memory of what had happened in the café zapped through her mind, and she shivered. She didn't want a repeat of that. She would refuse to allow herself feel guilty until they reach the house. She trusted that Melvina, with her uncommon cooking skills, w
Emma let out a smile, then a chuckle, then a full blown laughter as she descried that she wasn't hearing those plaguing foreign thoughts again."I did it." She muttered over and over again, as she stood up from the bench, still laughing intermittently as she processed her recent achievement.It hadn't been as easy as she had thought. She had imagined the picture and had held it strongly quite alright, but she hadn't foreseen the terrible impact or force that the foreign thoughts had had on her mind immediately her professor had released his hypnotism effect on the area. It had been brutal; the pain had been brutal. It had been like her brain cells were about to explode out of much information to process. She had almost let go of the imagery on her mind if not for the soothing words of encouragement from her professor. It had taken time, but little by little, she had felt the unwelcomed noise die down till what was left in her mind was just t