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I have to admit, the only thing that went through my mind at those words were, 'Get Graves and get the fuck outta here.' Horrible person I am, I know. I knew everyone could take care of themselves in the long run, but I mean, it's Graves whom I like to kiss and cuddle with in the night and—.

I have more important things to worry about.

Like the fact that there is a freaking wulf that isn't Graves, or Shanks, or anyone else that I know for that matter; on my heels. Fuck.

"Dru," Graves was yelling somewhere behind me.

"Graves," I yelled back.

The touch was telling me that whoever the hell was behind me; was completely gone.

I glanced over my shoulder to see Graves; shoving his hand through a wulf's chest.

Oh God.

My heart started to thud at the sight. Blood was running down his wrist and onto his coat. How the Hell did he manage to grab the coat with vamps at the door?

Within the second he ripped out a chunk of ribs; and the wulf fell to the ground howling in pain.

Bad. Ass.

"Don't stop running Dru," he yelled after me, "follow Christophe!"

Since when was Christophe here? I looked in front again, starting to run; and sure enough I was engulfed with apple pie and Christophe was battling like a warrior.

Shit.. shit... shit!

I ran harder and faster than I had when I was with Graves and the wulfen on our runs. Good thing I did those.

I don't know how long I was actually running for before Christophe stopped his assaults.

"Dru, I need your blood."

He needs my blood? Why the bloody fuck would he need my blood?

"For what," Graves growled from far away.

"To create a fog mutt," Christophe all but growled back.

Out of no where, a vamp tackled Graves, and they disappeared into the night and bushes.

"GRAVES!"

No, this can't be happening. Everything was so quick and horrible I wasn't really aware what was happening. "Graves," I yelled again. I had to fight against Dibs, whom showed up out of no where, to try and reach him.

"I'm sorry," Christophe muttered, "but if you want to save your lap dog..."

And his fangs sunk into my flesh.

It hurt, terribly bad.

A piercing scream filled the sky, and I think it was my own. Just make it stop, everything make it stop.

Graves, please make it stop.

"Shit," Shanks muttered, "Graves!"

Everything went black.

"Wake up," Graves' voice murmured in my ear. "Please wake up Dru."

I felt groggy all over, and just plain…dirty. I wanted to jump into a hot tub and just scrub everywhere, and to get the aches and pains out of my body while I did it. I could feel the crud sticking to my skin.

"Graves." I tried to say his name.

I could hear his breath hitch. "She's awake," he yelled moments later.

Ah, too loud. I scrunched up my face and tried to roll over. I could tell it was dark because I couldn't sense any light behind my closed eyelids.

"Where the hell am I?"

"We're at the main schola Dru," he whispered. A door opened, feet walking towards me. "How's she doing?" Shanks. I forced my eyes open.

The room we were in was bigger than the one at the last schola. It was equipped with everything that the last one was. Dresser, computer, closet, and even a vanity. The bed I was laying on was a king four-poster rather than the twin plain one I used to have. Graves was sitting on the bed next to me, a rag pushed to my forehead. I groaned softly.

"How are you feeling," Shanks asked coming to the other side of the bed and taking a seat. A wince found my face, because Shanks had sat on my knee—pain flooded my veins. Graves was leaning over me in an instant and shoving Shanks on the bed, growl rumbling deep in his throat.

"Graves," Shanks snarled, "what the fuck is wrong with you man?"

"You hurt her—"

"Graves," I whispered, "shut the hell up. Shanks is just as concerned as you are."

The weight shifted on the bed, Graves was up and shrugging on his coat. "Fine. Call me when you need me," he muttered before slamming the door behind him. Immediately I sat up, feeling more like shit than ever. It seemed like a dream that not to long ago, maybe mere hours, that Graves and I were shirtless making out on my bed. Goosebumps ghosted over me immediately, making a cold wave engulf me; one that only Graves could cure.

"Sorry about that Shanks," I muttered, fighting to sit up without making a sound. The door opened and closed again, Dibs was bringing in fruits and juice.

"Christophe said you'd need lots of sugar, it'd help speed up the recovery process," he sighed before setting the plate next to me on the bed. I ran a hand through my hair and itched the back of my head. Fruit did sound good.

Picking up an apple, I began to chew into it.

"What the hell happened back there," I asked.

Shanks laughed harshly, "What do you think happened? Our little loup-garu is a crazy, over-protective, and possessive wulf that in head over heals in lo—"

"No Shanks," I hissed, throwing another apple at him, "I'm talking about at the other schola, and what happened when I was out like a light."

I didn't want to think about Graves at the moment. Of course I wished he was here, but when I think about him I don't think about anything else. Anything important that involved life and death.

"Of course they were after you," Dibs answered, "and then Graves wasn't fast enough to stop Christophe from taking your blood."

"Oh man," Shanks smiled, "Graves sure kicked his ass for that. You should have seen it Dru. He took him down with one punch, sent a kick to the dhampher's ribs, and scratched the hell out of his face."

Graves, Graves kicked Christophe's ass?

"Graves broke Christophe's nose, cracked a few ribs, and the scratches on his face are going to scar. Pretty boy was mauled by a wulf for sure," Dibs laughed.

"Was this before or after Christophe did the mist thing," I asked. God, if Graves fucked that up and Christophe took my blood for no reason, I'd kick his ass.

"Well, technically it was just about twenty minutes ago," Shanks looked towards the door.

Oh shit. A sense of pride flew through me for Graves, but it passed right away; because I wanted to see it first hand experience. I pushed myself up to stand. By this point I had already finished the apple. Grabbing a banana, I peeled it open while standing and leaning on the wall. I shoved about half of it in my mouth and chewed. That should suffice. Stupid Christophe, stupid blood crap.

Dibs and Shanks were standing, as if to follow me. I wove them away. "I'm going to look for Graves," I sighed, leaning against walls, "you two better be gone when I get back."

The hallways were different than the last schola, and I had no clue which way I was going. Keeping my right hand on the wall, I started to walk absently.

Right now I should have been in my own room, laying in bed with Graves and possibly sleeping at the moment. I scowled at the though of the suckers that ran us out. I'll kill every damned one of them. Making my life a living hell; I'll show those ass holes a living hell.

If I were Graves, where would I run to...

Somewhere to smoke. But for Graves, that means where ever he felt like smoking. Damn him.

Voices were reaching my ears. Maybe someone saw him at least. Making my way down the hallway, they grew stronger.

"...nice to have another girl here for once, and fresh guy meat," a flirtatious voice rang out.

There was only one bitch that voice could belong to. Turning, I was ready to leave, the last thing I wanted was to run into her when I felt like shit.

"Ugh, do you insist on smoking at this very second, can't it wait until we're done talking," Anna's voice sounded disgusted.

Damn it all to hell!

Turning again I made my way towards the voices again. Graves was sitting on a cafeteria table, lighting up and taking a deep drag. Anna was standing in front of him. Too close.

I growled, though neither of them heard it.

Graves brought the cigarette away, blowing all the smoke purposefully in her face.

A smile worked its way on my face. I had just experienced jealousy for the first time in my life, and it was a short two seconds full. I tried to hide my limp as I made my way into the room.

Graves was the first to hear me, his head turning and eyes meeting mine. A smile found it's way on his face too. Anna then turned, frown deepening when her eyes landed on me. I didn't miss the quick 'up and down' check out. Obviously she found me a threat, otherwise she wouldn't be frowning like she was.

"What are you doing out by yourself," he asked flicking the filter so the ashes chipped off onto the table. He didn't have a care in the world. Sometimes I wondered why he started smoking, or even where he got his cigarettes. It didn't bother me all that much, minus that sometimes when we kissed right after he got done smoking, he'd taste like smoke.

"You said come find you," I winced when I forced myself to put pressure on my left foot, "and here I am."

I pretended that Anna wasn't there, which made me feel better about the situation.

Graves smashed the tip of the barely smoked cigarette into the table, putting it out. In one swift movement he was up and shoving his hands in his pockets. "So what's going on now," he asked.

Anna's hand rose and touched his shoulder, her palm rubbing the blade. Anger blinded me for a moment, jealousy back and furious like a green eyed monster. Graves easily shrugged it off. If I don't kick Christophe's ass first, I'll kick Anna's.

"Well," I walked to the closest table and took a seat, sighing in relief of being off my feet, "Dibs and Shanks told me you kicked some ass about thirty minutes ago. Care to give me the details?"

The smirk that was once there, was lost as he frowned, face darkening easily. His fists clenched and unclenched before he exhaled loudly. "He didn't even say what it'd do to you Dru. Not to mention you didn't wake up for almost a day."

A day. Shit. Christophe was going to get another round handed to him when I was better.

"There was a fight and no one told me," Anna said.

Ignoring her, I stood and waved him over. "Come on, let's go to bed and talk about it. I'm sure if we're out here much longer Christophe will hunt us down and I don't feel like dealing with his shit right now."

Graves left Anna with grace, and my smile broadened at the look of double horror when she realized the two things I said. Of course I said it on purpose. For one I know she hated the fact that Christophe was around; and the fact he was always talking to me. For another I could tell she was interested in Graves by the way she was touching and flirting with him.

I'll dig my claws into this boy in front of her to show my stake of claim.

My girly side was replaced with this possessive one, almost matching Graves'.

"Oh," she sounded annoyed now, "so the only other svnothia is mated to the only loup-garuo?"

Mated?

"Sure," I muttered, "whatever you want to call it. Tell the guy in charge that Graves stays in my room at all times, security measure."

I lead Graves out of the room with that, me already to the point of exhaustion.

There's where Graves started to lead me back to my room. I was leaning heavily on him now than the wall. It was good to be there, with Graves. I felt like anything was easier with him at my side.

True to threat, Dibs and Shanks were absent from my room when he got in. Thankfully this room didn't have windows, so I didn't have to worry about late night visits from a certain djpher.

Once both of us were inside I locked the door, leaning against it and breathing. The bed was so close and calling to me. Graves was already taking off his coat. The shirt coming off next. It was covered in dirt and blood, much like mine. Whom's blood, I don't know.

All I could think about is when Graves ripped out ribs from that other wulf. A hum of appreciation vibrated my body. Eyes half closed I sighed, "You were amazing yesterday."

Graves came in front of me, wrapping his arm around my waist, the other turning off the light. The room was engulfed in darkness. "When I was kicking ass," he whispered, pulling me to him, "or when we were in your bed."

A wave of pleasure swept through me.

"Both," I was breathless at the feeling of his lips gliding over my neck, "but now isn't the time to continue the latter. I'm exhausted."

He chuckled picking me up and walking me over to the bed. He followed shortly, jeans gone. No panic filled me though, because Graves said nothing would happen, and I trusted him.

"That's what got us in this I do believe," he murmured, nipping at my skin now. My breath caught. It was an amazing feeling. To have his lips on me and just kissing me everywhere.

"Graves," I whined out, "tomorrow, I promise. Tonight I'm tired."

His hands were already yanking at my shirt, up and over my head much like the night before. It was quick, and before I knew it, he was working off my pants. Leaving us just in our under attire.

After pulling back the covers, he nudged me under them, him following shortly.

His strong arms wrapped around me, a quiet moan of appreciation swept past my lips.

Graves' lips pressed against my forehead, "You scared me kid. I thought I might have lost you."

Now was the time that I felt as strong as I do about Graves. He stripped us down to almost nothing and he wasn't inappropriately touching me or anything. We both were just laying and breathing each others warmth and scent. From being a dork that followed me around, to wulf, to best friend, to boyfriend, and then suddenly I'm believing the mate thing. I didn't know what it meant, but it just sounded right. Just as right as I felt about me thinking I might love Graves.

"Dru," he whispered.

"Yeah," I replied.

"I think I love you."

With every part of my body pushed against his, I pressed the last connection of my lips to his.

"I think I love you too, Graves," I whispered, kissing him again. "I really mean it too."