Here's the rest of chapter 11! Sorry it took so long for chapter 11, my computer described to die completely on me. This is the end of book one. I'll be doing book 2, as well. I'll let y'all know when it's coming. Still don't own Hex Hall... Or Archer.

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When November rolled around, Hecate's weather worsened and grew rainy. I've always loved the rain for some reason, but this time I couldn't seem to enjoy it. Not with all the drama in my life right now, especially with the Eye. I've been watching Sophie a lot lately, specials orders from them. Even when Byron; whose reason for missing the assembly and most of October at Hecate was because they suspected him of the attacks, just like they did of Jenna, was proven innocent.

Now, with little to no leads on the attacks and with a demon still at the school, the Eye thinks now more than ever it was Sophie. At first they told me my eavesdropping on her would be innocent. They just were suspicious because her own father had sent her to Hex Hall himself. But now, I think they're making excuses to be able to take her out. The thought of her dying by my family's hand made me sick.

So now weeks into November, with Sophie's and my relationship still... strained, and with the Eye communicating with me even more, I was in a bad mood.

I made my way down to the cellar, only to find the Vandy waiting for me. Sophie was not there so I assumed she was late, for the first time ever. I didn't dwell on it though, I was too moody to bother and ask the Vandy if Sophie planned on coming at all. So I marched my way into the cellar and started to categorized the useless shit.

I heard the click of the door five minutes later and a muffled, "You're late," as Sophie was pushed into the cellar.

As the Vandy locked the door behind Sophie, I looked up from behind one of the shelves, catching her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. I decided not to comment on it. "There you are. Did the Vandy send out the hellhounds after you?"

"No." She picked up the clipboard and headed to the farthest corner of the cellar.

"What, no witty retort? No standard-issue Sophie Mercer comeback?"

"I'm not feeling very witty right this second, Cross," she said, her eyes scanning the shelves.

"Huh," I said softly. "What's up with you?"

"Let's see, shall we? The only real friend I have here is gone and will probably never come back. Everyone is determined to think she's a monster, and no one will listen to any other ideas."

"What other ideas?" I asked. "Sophie, she's a vampire. It's what they do."

"So you believe that too?"

I tossed my papers down, suddenly frustrated. "Yeah, I do. I know she was your friend, and that it sucks, but she wasn't the only friend you have here."

"Are you saying you're my friend, Cross? Because I could swear you've barely talked to me since the night of the ball."

I looked away, clenching my jaw. And yah, I guess she was some what right, I was kind of avoiding her. But she was also avoiding me, she was the one who hasn't tried talking to me for almost a whole month. She was also probably the reason why Elodie wanted to 'take a break' from our relationship, whatever the hell that meant. I mean if Elodie wanted to break up, why couldn't she just say so?!

Wow, I was positively losing it. I should be happy that Elodie was the one that broke it off, that way I didn't have to carry around all that guilt. But I couldn't help but feel abandoned, I guess with Sophie and Elodie both ignoring me I was racking up some serious issues. Maybe I needed to see a therapist.

"You've been completely weird ever since that night."

"Me?" My gaze swung back to her. "You're the one who hasn't been able to look at me. And excuse me if I think it's a little suspicious that as soon as Elodie started spending time with you, she suddenly breaks it off with me."

She shook her head confused, until realization lightened up her eyes. "What, you think I told Elodie what you said about wanting to spend the ball with me so that she'd dump you and I could have you all to myself?"

When I didn't say anything, she gave me a light shove. "Get over yourself," She snarled. She tried walking past me but I stopped her, suddenly wishing she was close to me. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to my chest, wanting to apologize.

But when I opened my mouth to say something I couldn't. She froze, we both froze. So lost in each others gazes, us breathing hard with neither one of us moving. I felt my eyes darken with hunger, I wanted her. God, I wanted her with a burning passion. She must have sensed the change in me because surprise shown in her chocolate brown eyes, and for the first time I got it. She never knew. She never knew how I felt about her. That I loved her. And for the first time in a long time, I let my mask fall. To show her that I wanted her, that even from the beginning I wanted her.

Then she made the first move. Her soft lips touching mine. At first I was too surprised to do anything except stand there, completely frozen with shock. But then the surprise wore off, almost a little too quickly as I moved my lips with hers, a growl like noise came from my throat. My arms were around her in an instant, our lips moving against one another's. The our bodies were pressed together. Everywhere she was soft, I was hard. I loved that feeling, of her body pressed against mine. Especially with the feeling of her lips, they were soft as well.

We broke apart to catch our breath. I felt dazed and a little caught off guard. But I loved that Sophie was the only one that could do that. From the beginning she kept surprising me more and more. And I loved that. I loved her.

Wanting more I started kissing her again and we were stumbling against the shelves. I heard something fall and shatter against the floor, heard the soft crunch of glass underfoot as I pushed Sophie against the wall.

And then her hands were reached up between us and unbuttoned the first few buttons of my shirt. I wanted her warm hands on my chest, so I moved a little back to give her more room. While she unbuttoned my shirt, my lips trailed from hers to her throat, she closed her eyes and ran her hands through my unbuttoned shirt and on my chest. Her hand just stayed there while we kissed, when suddenly she moved. Or well, froze actually.

Her head tilted downward. I was a little slow to realize why she stopped, I was so lost in the moment I almost forgot why I always buttoned my shirt up all the way. I looked down to confirm what I had thought and felt the blood drain from my face.

The tattoo.

Of the Eye, was exposed.

A sickening feeling grew and grew in my stomach, until it was to a point where the feeling of it was unbearable. Scared to see her expression my head tilted up, my panicked eyes met her scared and surprised ones.

She stared at me, frozen. Unmoving.

I finally broke the silence and spoke. "Sophie." That seemed to break her spell, for she put her hands to my chest, and shoved. Catching me off guard I fell back, crashing into a shelf, sending its contents to the floor. A viscous, yellow liquid spilled from one of the broken jars.

She turned to run but I was already on my feet, I grabbed her arm. "Sophie," I said. Well, more like pleaded.

I didn't know what I was going to say.

I was so scared that she hated me now I wanted to explain everything to her, tell I loved her so much- oomph.

I felt her shift back, making me lose my balance as she shoved her boney elbow in my chest. I bent over as the air rushed out of my lungs. Then her hand came up, hitting my mouth. I felt blood seep out of my busted lip, but I was too shocked and surprised to feel anything.

To do anything.

I could've easily disable her, but she caught me so off guard I didn't even have time to think straight.

I covered my mouth with my hand hoping to stop the blood flow.

I reached for her, ready to explain. To explain everything. But I was moving to slow. She spun away from me. I tried grabbing for her again but she dodged and ran for the stairs.

She fell against the wood door, screaming, "Vandy! Mrs. Casnoff! Somebody!" And at that moment I knew it was useless. Sure, she was the demon in the room, and yeah she scared the crap out of me. But she thought that I was the monster. After all I was with the Eye, I have been my whole life. I knew she wouldn't understand though. That I had no choice. That this was all I've known my whole life. I sighed defeated, and pulled up my pant leg. A knife was there, ready and strapped to my leg. I pulled it out and turned.

Sophie was still pounding in the door, her gaze landing on the knife in my hand, her eyes lighting up with fear, and desperation. That broke my heart, that she was scared of me. That she thought I was there to kill her, because that's what the Eye does. That's what I do. Or at least, what they expect me to do. That's what Sophie expected me to do too.

I spun and ran for the low window in the back of the room, sliding the knife along the ancient lock. The lock on the door and the lock on the window gave way at the same time, I let out a sigh of relief as I turned to look at Sophie one last time. She sagged against the door. I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes as I turned and shimmied out the window.

The tears streamed down my face as I dropped to the ground and broke out into a run.

I knew I had to go back to the Eye.

Tell them what happened.

Of course I would leave out most of the details.

I would tell them I was compromised, but not tell them how.

And I would most defiantly not tell them that I fell in love with Sophie.

I wouldn't tell them that I plan on seeing her again.

That I planned on leaving the Eye and never look back.

But first, I needed a plan. A plan that would get me back to Sophie. So she and I could be together. I just hoped, next time she saw me, instead of being afraid of me, she would be happy.