A/N Ooooh, new story, new story!! This is set in the modern day, kinda. Have fun!

I Want You

Chapter 1: The Counselor's Office

A figure dressed in black jeans and a black shirt sat with one leg on the edge of the couch, propping his leg up as he leaned his head back, sighing. Crimson optics stared at the ceiling from beneath black straightened hair tossed to the side, and his tanned skin made his eyes seem to stand out even more. His outfit didn't help anything at all, as it was all black, down to his anklet socks and black Converse. He snapped his head back, staring boredly at the posters around the otherwise plain room, the secretary chatting softly on the ever-ringing phone at the desk. Down the hall were three doors, one leading to the principal's office, the second leading to the counselor's office, the third to the ISS room. ISS was the kids' abbreviation for in-school suspension, and everyone tried to avoid it. It was hell. Even he didn't go there.

A tall and skinny woman stumbled into the hall from her room, having tripped over her own shoes. He scowled as he glanced over her; she wore a tight shirt that didn't flatter her, showing her ribcage, and an ugly floral skirt that hung too loosely on her bony waist. He shoes were red, like that girl's from that movie, the one where she clicked them three times to get home. She wasn't unattractive, though. She had long raven hair that came down to her midback, with striking emerald eyes. She hardly wore makeup, aside from a light pink lipstick, and she had flawless porcelaine skin, with high cheekbones.

Beckoning him with a finger, he sighed and made a show of getting up, walking down and into her room. She closed the door behind him, and he stopped just next to the plush couch that was on the right of the door, eye twitching at the sight of the room. It wasn't the usual boring white with randomly crappy pictures autistic children had drawn, and the various broken toys here and there, no...this was much worse. In fact, he would have preferred the generic room to this. This room was a plush baby blue, with rainbows and happy animals painted on the walls. 'God, I thought she worked at a high school, not a daycare.' He scowled, walking carefully over to the faded red velvet couch, and falling into it. This, at least, wasn't so bad. It was red, and he didn't mind red. She took a seat in her computer chair and swiveled to face him, clipboard in hand, pen in the other. Her eyes scanned the sheet, and she'd occasionally glance up at him, then back down.

"Let me guess. You're reading my reports, my grades, shit like that," he breathed boredly, his voice a tone deeper than his angel's, but not in a bad deep. It was like a hypnotic voice, almost. Then again, having been in a family of shadows did that to you. She raised a brow and quickly scratched down what he said, and he laughed, sitting up straight and leaning forward, arms on his legs. "Sweetheart, let me tell you a little something. You won't be able to figure out why I'm here from just looking at some petty notes, alright? My family history won't help you in the least bit. You need to ask me, if you can achieve that."

She looked back up at him, then lay the clipboard down flat on the desk, folding her hands on her crossed leg, nodding at him once. "Alright, then. Why did you do it?"

He chuckled, a vampiric grin spreading on his face. "There you go. Now, why indeed? What could have possibly been my motive?"

"I was hoping you would make this a bit more simple, Dark. You and I both know that you're a bright young man, you have moderate grades, and yet you hang out with the wrong types, doing the wrong things. Like this."

His grin faltered, and he scowled deeply. "You want to know plain and simple why I did it?! How could I not? The way he smiles, the way he acts, just who he is, HOW he is. For him to hide his true nature, it hurt me. Because I wanted to know if he could ever do something more than what he's been doing. But he hides behind these wretchedly screechy cheerleaders! I wanted him to know!"

She leaned forward slightly, cocking her head. "Know what, Dark? What could you have possibly told him by doing that?"

He grinned once more, and this time, it was sadistic. "I told him that it was alright to be what he truly was. I told Link that I knew he was gay. I told him I was gay, too. And now, I'll tell you the story of why I raped him."

A/N I know, I've been slacking off on updates and shit. But new stories hit me more than updates...so sorry. :"D

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