The world was built for two

He heard the sirens in the distance and winced. He knew how the Dean felt about outside sources like firemen and police, she liked her guards to handle everything alone, but that was impossible to control with humans on campus who called 911 naturally instead of an inhuman who would have gone straight to the Dean to report what happened. He turned to look at France as she took his hand and listened to what she said. He could tell just by her face she had an idea of what was happening but couldn’t say infront of everyone. He nodded to her then was impressed how she took command of the situation and told everyone to get backside. Of course not everyone bothered to listen but most of the crowd gathered around did scatter. He wanted to be responsible and stay to tell the police everything he knew, which wasn’t much of anything but something, but France suddenly was pulling him away and he wasn’t going to argue with her.

But they were stopped by the police regardless and Khalid knew soon Evelyn’s guards would be here to try and take over the situation, that was even messier now with the police. “Hellhounds?” he repeated in surprise and shook his head “No…I haven’t. A werewolf didn’t do this?” He spoke hushly but shushed himself as the policemen came and told them the little bit that he knew. Once the policemen moved on he looked back to France “If you know what did this, you should tell Evelyn quickly before it harms anyone else”

Khalid may have worked at a supernatural school but he didn’t like to delve much into it. He taught his classes and kept to himself, he had never bothered learning too much about magic or creatures or any of that sort. When the police walked away he quickly looked to France and resisted a moment when she tried to pull him “Wait, wait, tell me what happening. What are hellhounds? How do you know it is one?” Well, she was a Vampire so it was possible she simply just knew but, the human Khalid liked to take things a step at a time and learn all the facts, having everything rush around him just made him frustrated. But he sighed and gave him to walk back to the building with her since she seemed rather afraid of whatever this creature was.

“There’s no need to worry. The Dean is quick to respond to these things. I’m sure she’ll get everything under control” He assured her, for that’s why the Dean and her guards were there, to handle emergencies. When the elevator door’s opened he went to walk inside but stopped when she didn’t come with “France, it’ll be fine. “ She had been so adamant about going inside and now she didn’t want to be inside? When she started going back outside his eyes widened and he followed after her “Wait! France!” He called after her. What was she doing?! She said going outside was dangerous but she was still going outside? Well like hell he was going to stand here if she was in danger, Vampire or not. He went back outside and back towards where the body was and spotted France. He went to her side and touched her arm “France” He said her name but then saw her expression and frowned “What? What is it?”

Her explanation was…blunt and well, threw him off. He stared at her for what seemed quite some time, and blinked a few times like he had been hit over the head and was trying to regain himself. Dogs from hell that ate flesh…of course, why didn’t he realize that? “Are you certain? Where could they have come from?” Well, hell apparently but how in the world did they even get to the school from hell? If they were even actually from hell, or it was simply a metaphor because of their viciousness and how exactly did they eat flesh? Alright, now he was way overthinking it at the moment, it didn’t matter what they were called or how they killed, it just mattered that they were here. But he couldn’t help it, there was an inner professor in him and logic he could never seem to shake off.

Her compassion for the others he understood, she didn’t need to explain, he just wished she wouldn’t have rushed out here when obviously she feared the…hell hound as it was, could still be in the area. He didn’t want her to put herself in danger and he nodded when she seemed loss of words at first “I understand, but you can’t put yourself in danger” He admired her wanting the others safe, but he wanted her safe and so he was eager for them to get back inside for both of their safeties. He was glad when she turned back to go into the building with him and just hoped the Dean would get the situation under control soon. The girl’s body was still burned in his sight and it made him sick.

He shook his head “Don’t worry about dinner” He didn’t care about dinner, he cared about the girl that was murdered and the students safety and if the creature was going to harm anyone else and if they needed to notify the Dean and if they were safe indoors and if he should say anything to the other staff members in his building…He walked inside the elevator, his face still brooding with the thoughts in his head, and was taken very off guard by her sudden movements. He turned to look at her in surprise and seemed to be a bit frozen as her lips moved near his. With the dark thoughts in his head it took a few moments for him to even begin to react and by then she had already moved away as the elevator doors opened. He smiled as her and let out a rush of breath “I’m…glad you’re safe as well” He said before following her out of the elevator and back towards his apartment.

Bad science project? Normally he would scoff at such a thing but here in this school he knew anything was possible. The human side had always been caring, the kind of man to care about strangers and help people out, much to the fae sides annoyance. But the reason why he cared for France was more deep seeded then just his natural personality, he held true feelings for her, he always had just for reasons unknown to him he had just…forgotten her it seemed but now he remembered her and everything about their relationship…except how in the world it had ended, that just kept evading him. He was glad however to get them back in his apartment, even though he was reeling about this…hellhound business and if everyone on campus would be alright, but what could he do?

He frowned and looked surprised when she suddenly announced she should go and he quickly shook his head “France, no. You can’t go back out there, it’s not safe” He figured she wanted to leave to help out outside, but after seeing what that creature had done to that poor student, there was no way he could just let her go outside, Vampire or not. He gave her a concerned look “And I want to make sure you’re alright, so just, stay until they catch this thing and it’s safe” He knew the Dean’s guards were a force to be reckoned with, they would catch this hellhound soon enough…right? She wanted….comfort? That made his head reel but he managed to follow her with his eyes as she went back into the kitchen. He had turned the stove off before leaving, but of course he had, he was safe like that.

“Of course I am” he didn’t even hesitate, he would keep her here for days if that meant keeping her safe from the creature that roamed outside. Since she laughed he assumed she was kidding, she wouldn’t want to stay here all night with him but if he could convince her to stay for her own good he would be grateful. He took the glass she gave to him and he drank it, a bit more then he typically did, but after what he saw and knew what was out there a sip was far too small, he needed a gulp. He admired how she just seemed to smoothly transition for dead bodies and dangerous hounds to going right back to normal talking about them. He wasn’t transitioning that easily but then again she was a Vampire with (allegedly) far more years then him. Death was probably nothing to her, she had seen plenty of it, so he tried to move himself onward as well.

He paused for a moment and thought back. He remembered, at least, he was hoping he was remembering the same memory she was referring too since everything was still a little big foggy “I remember” He murmured, gazing at her gently. She had told him she loved him, to him that was the best memory of his entire life. He then sighed and set his glass town and gave her an apologetic look “But frankly, I don’t remember anything that happened afterwards” He hated, absolutely hated telling her that but he felt he needed to be honest instead of getting cornered if she brought something up that he couldn’t remember about how they ended. “What happened to us, France?” He asked earnestly. She may have switched the subject but he didn’t want it switched, he wanted to talk about what happened. “Did I do something wrong? Did I miss up? Because if I did I’m sorry. I never meant too”

He looked a little sheepish “Well, even if you didn’t want to stay I would insist that you do for your own safety” He knew there was a chance she wouldn’t want to stay with him, for all he knew she had a deep seeded anger against him and she was forcing herself to be nice. He didn’t catch onto things like the fae side did, he couldn’t tell that she did in fact want to stay, he was rather clueless in that way. When she mentioned they had sex, he felt silly to feel a little embarrassed for her to say it out loud. But she had always done that to him, made him feel like he was the chubby kid on the playground and she was the most popular girl. “Alright and…then what?” He had been hoping for more an explanation how they ended, but it was obvious she was avoiding it but he needed to know, he didn’t like having this empty space in his memory.

“I…left?” How could he have just left? One thing he didn’t remember and second how could he have just left? That didn’t sound like him at all. They had been in a relationship, she had to be leaving something out, he couldn’t have just gotten up and walked out the door to never speak to her again. He nodded in agreement to the wine and finished off his glass before gladly filling it up again. “That doesn’t sound like me” Love wasn’t weak, and how could he say something like that without remembering? But the blackouts…he knew he had blackouts around her but…he couldn’t have been talking and functioning like that and her not realize something was off. He watched her closely, his eyes not leaving her face even as she touched his shirt “I’m sorry…I don’t…remember leaving. I don’t remember saying any of that. I would have never left you”

The past tense made him frown and lightly shake his head “I never stopped caring about you. I still care about you” His eyes were glued to her face and he looked tortured, for he had left her and said things that he would have never even dreamt of saying to her. But when she used the past tense for the way she felt for him and found himself frowning and glancing down for a few moments. Of course it was past tensed, they hadn’t seen each other in years and he had apparently left her stranded like some dark hearted jackass. If it had been anyone else he would have questioned if they were telling the truth or not but not with France, if she said he had behaved that way then he had…but why or how completely escaped him.

But suddenly she unbuttoned one button on his shirt and he looked at her in surprise “You’re not…angry at me? Why aren’t you angry?” The way he questioned her he obviously thought she should be angry, absolutely furious at him for leaving her the way he did. “You should hate me…hate me for what I did. I hate me. I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to leave you. I don’t know why I did” When she undid the next button he found his hands sliding over her hips to bring her close, bringing his lips close to her "All the best memories I have are of you alone”

Khalid didn’t like loose ends. He liked to know things and question why, especially when it came to his own life. There were so many holes in his life, so when he got the opportunity to fill one of those holes he had to take it no matter what. He was also pretty blind and clueless, so he didn’t see how badly France wanted him to shut up and just have them be intimate but he had never been good with women, it had taken everything for him to notice she was interested in him years ago. So she had been angry with him…but apparently not anymore and oddly that didn’t make him feel better, it hurt him that he had made her angry. Friends…friends. He had said about them being friends before…now he wasn’t so sure.

When she leaned away a part of him in the inside growled in frustration, but his face stayed pretty neutral, though he did frown some. Yet she didn’t fully move away and he shuddered to have her hands on his chest…no one had touched him like this since her. He found himself gripping her hips tighter as her hands danced along the hem of his pants. When her lips came back near his this time he didn’t move forward, afraid she would only draw back again. He let her lips brush against his, inviting him, before he leaned forward so that his lips firmly pressed against hers. At first he let a few seconds pass to see her reaction before her drew her up against him and kissed her more fervently.

Just kissing her like this he could have done all night, but he was a different breed of man. Of course he liked sex, but he was the type of person who would be satisfied just holding and kissing all night long instead of trying to do everything possible to get the woman in bed. He was a gentleman and he had always loved that France was lady…but deep down he had also liked that she had a little fire in her, but maybe that could be blamed on the fae side. He let her slide his shirt off without resisting, moving his arms back so the sleeves could move off his arms. He then slide his hands against her face, pressing his fingertips gently down to her throat as he moved his lips back to her, the muscles in his stomach jumping as her cold hands touched his skin but he had never minded how much cooler her body was too his, he liked it. One hand began sinking into her hair and he was beginning to think they should move to the couch…when he heard the buzzing of his phone and then not soon after, at his door.

He nodded in agreement with France that he was indeed not home, but when it rang again he sighed heavily and glanced back at his door. He smiled as France wiped at his lips and he kissed her cheek “Just, one moment. Just one” He told her as if he was afraid she might disappear out the window then turned to the door and answered it, looking surprised to see Evelyn there and what he assumed was one of her guard’s standing behind her, though he had never seen the woman before “Dean Varrow”. Evelyn eyed him for a few moments as she always seemed to do and although the professor never knew why she did this ritual every time he saw her, she did it to see who was standing before her. Human or Fae. She seemed to relax to see it was the human side and greeted him with a nod “Professer Nasser” She stared oddly at his opened shirt and then glanced past him when she smelled Vampire in his apartment. She quirked a brow “Did I interrupt something?” She asked coolly and he quickly began buttoning his shirt “No…come in”.

Evelyn glanced back to her guard and shook her head “I’ll be fine inside, Claire, stay here. I’ll only be a moment” She said before stepping inside his apartment. He looked at the mysterious woman for a moment before closing the door half way, feeling the guard would feel better that way, then turned to look at Evelyn….who was looking at France with a mute look of surprise ”Professor Boticelli” She gave the woman a polite smile “I know you were there when the student was murdered outside…I wanted to ask you what you knew” She addressed it watching France as if she knew France had the answers but looked to Khalid as she finished speaking.

He did think she would disappear…she had before in his mind. One moment he was with her, the next he was in another country with a new life and she was nowhere to be found. The blackouts had always freaked him out but at times they just outright scared him. He could blackout any moment and not be a professor anymore or be living at the school and France could disappear once more. He didn’t want that, he loved his life here but it never seemed he had a choice.

Evelyn’s eyes flicked back to France as she began to speak and was not surprised, she had assumed France would be the one to debrief her regardless, she knew of her history and how the human side of Khalid was not too involved in the inhuman world. Khalid watched France as well as she spoke and nodded in agreement. Evelyn shook her head “No, we have not. You caught no sight of the creature what’s so ever? No idea what it may have been?” She asked but Khalid crossed his arms and shook his head “No, nothing, but France said she thought she knew what it was” He commented and the Dean rose a slender brow “France?” She repeated the nickname and glanced to the other Vampire, a small hint of amusement in her eyes but it was gone as quick as it came “And what did you think it was, Ms. Boticelli?”

“You have smelled Hellhound before?” She gave her a look like she didn’t believe her one ounce which meant she didn’t know if she could believe anything she said at all. She nodded slowly and looked her over in a dismissive way before looking back to Khalid “Well, I need far more of a knowledgeable opinion if we cannot properly track this creature” She fixed Khalid with a look and he wondered why, once again, she was looking at him like that “After you get some sleep, Mr. Nasser, please come see me” There was a strict point in her words that he didn’t understand…but she knew the fae in him would. Khalid was centuries old, he had lived before the pyramids were even thought of. If anyone had ever encountered hellhounds or whatever this creature might be it was him, she just had to wait for him to be the one in charge.

“I do not know. But we will solve it on our own” She took a step back and headed towards the door again and Khalid went and opened it for her, where Claire waited outside. She turned back to Khalid “I hope to see you soon so we may speak” She glanced to France and the look on her face showed she knew soon probably wasn’t going to happen soon enough. “Have a good evening Mr. Nasser, Ms. Boticelli” She bid them goodbye then walked out. Khalid closed the door and sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he looked over to France.

He chuckled “Ah, yes Dean Varrow is….” He tried to find a word that described the woman but one word really didn’t do it. He never personally had a problem with Evelyn, he always kept to himself and followed the rules and made no reason to catch her attention, which he was glad for. He didn’t however liked the calculating way she looked at him, as if she were unsure who she was speaking too or if she was speaking to someone else. He chuckled again and sighed “She can be a difficult woman” Most of the staff did not like her because of her cold and brute ways but he could hardly blame her, he would probably turn into that as well if he had to run the university like it needed to be run.“She means no harm. That is just who she is” Leave it to Khalid to defend the infamous ice queen everyone hated.

He had assumed the moment was broken and they would not return to the kissing and touching…apparently he was very wrong in that assumption. The playfulness came back to her easily and his eyes locked on her hungrily once more. He shook his head when she came to him “No…I can sleep later” He murmured with a warm smile and cupped her face again like he loved to do. He slipped his arms around her and pressed his mouth against her to kill her deeply “Don’t…don’t go” He muttered against her mouth before just allowing her mouth to tangle with hers.

The smirk he felt against his mouth sent his body alight. All the things his mind had sent away to forget came back with every touch. He remembered more and more every minute they were together, memories he couldn’t understand why he had allowed himself to forget, but it didn’t matter now nor did the memories of the past matter either. What mattered was she was here with him now and they could create new memories, ones he was determined to not forget this time. Quite frankly she didn’t need to use many moves at all, just the kiss alone had him starving to have her once again, to touch her bare skin and tangle up in sheets with her…but he told himself he was getting too far ahead. Just because she was kissing him did not mean she would want to sleep with him and he had to remain a gentleman.

He followed her without a moment’s hesitation to the couch and chuckled when she pushed him back against it, his eyes roaming over her body as she straddled him. His hands slide up the sides of her body then back down to her thighs and he smiled “You can’t tell?” He asked playfully after she removed his undershirt. His head leaned back against the couch and he let out a long breath as she kissed his neck, his hands gripping her hips as he kissed her shoulder in return. As her hands went to his pants he was surprised, he had not expected her to want that or even go for it so soon…but he wasn’t going to stop her.