Midnight Screams Pt.6 (Sarah's POV)

Lunch time,at last, was here.Breakfast hadn't settled well with me and i felt sick, i figured maybe lunch would calm it. I placed my books neatly into my locker,shut it, and turned to start toward the lunch room,eyes cast to the floor, for some reason i was totally interested in watching my feet move. I made it just past the double doors that was the entrance way to building C, when i bumped into something. I looked up in shock and embarrassment, ready to utter my apologies, when i realized who it was.



"Xavier..", my voice barely above a whisper. I felt his arm snake around my waist as he pulled me closer. He leaned down and i felt his cheek brush mine as his lips seemed to caress my ear as he too whispered, "I've been looking for you, love,"



My breath hitched in my throat as i had suddenly lost the will to speak. He chuckled at my sudden loss for words, and He stepped back, but kept his hand on my hip. My hand had ended up holding his empty one. i shifted my weight and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself.



"we'll be leaving campus for lunch from now on, as i'm sure you won't mind." He flashed me a brilliant smile and i just then noticed something i hadn't before. Xavier's canine's were strangely longer than all those other times i'd seen them. I didnt argue and walked with him to the main entrance of the school. He held the door open for me and we walked into the sun together. I gave a slight hiss at the sudden irritation of my skin. He tightened his grip on my waist as if to give a silent apology. His usual stoic expression turned into a tightened worried one.

"You are at risk of not completing the change.." At his words I looked up. I questioned him asked what he meant, he replied. "The irritation you are feeling in your skin signifies that there is a chance you will not survive your transformation. If you continue to feel it you will eventually begin to boil under the skin and soon enough be incinerated, that is of course unless you only come out at night as in popular cliche of our kind, in estimate i say if we do not find a way to help this...within the next week, or so, you, my beloved, will be reduced to ash."