5 Part 4

[Past-Lucien]

It had been weeks. Lucien was bored out of his mind. He needed some entertainment or he knew he would die out of boredom. The students at his new school were simply like robots, studying and doing classes day after day without any disgust at this monotone schedule. He didn't even have to pay attention in class or read the textbooks more than once, he knew he was intelligent and he could solve the sums they gave and the texts they read if he only looked through it once.

He tapped the pencil he held on the table a few times absentmindedly. He could feel the girls sitting across from him staring though he wasn't exactly looking at them. He knew they found him attractive but distant. He wasn't exactly planning on breaking the wall he had built around him either so the first few weeks he was all alone.

He hated being alone.

The boys hadn't approached him either, everyone was busy in their own world. He finally decided to give him admirers some attention. He looked at them and locked his eyes with a girl.

She was beautiful with soft features and grass green eyes. He wondered how dumb she had to be to want him. He guessed it couldn't hurt to play around for a little while so he smiled at her. Her eyes widened and she looked behind her to see if he was actually smiling at her and when she realized it indeed was her, she smiled back. The girls around her threw her looks of jealousy and Lucien couldn't help but chuckle thinking how naïve they were.

The next few days he spent with the girl whose name he found out to be Sasha. She was open minded and easy going. He soon found out he could kiss her and touch her whenever he liked and she never objected. She was not much of a challenge and after he fucked her in her dorm, he lost all interest. She was heartbroken when he left her but he could care less. He soon discovered he could give slight attention to any girl and they would be up for whatever he asked.

There was a huge forest behind their school and he often found himself there in the afternoons. The forest was overgrown with tall trees but him being an expert tracker, he always found his way around. Everyone was given two hours after school to spend it doing whatever they liked and he just went into the forest and sometimes sat on the forest floor for hours at a time, thinking and other times he would just collect dead bodies of animals. He loved to put a string through them and hang them by the branches of the tall trees. He had no idea why this action brought him such satisfaction. He knew it would look weird and creepy to anyone from the outside so he always took extra caution to let his secret hobby remain undiscovered. He didn't have friends except for a boy called Rodrigo who he got along with well yet they weren't that close and the girls never followed him into the forest. He knew there was a rumor he had a friend waiting for him in the woods but he didn't care much about gossips in the air.

It was almost three months later when he noticed a girl, sitting at the front corner of the room in every single class he went to. The sight kind of unnerved him because he gave himself credit for being observant but he did not understand how she could make herself so invisible that he never noticed her for almost three months. Two students having the same schedule was weird too because she had the exact same classes with him every day.

What made him notice her that day was the bully of their class- Sam holding her by the hand. He loved to pick on the weak ones and never bothered the boys. Though the school loved to say that they would not tolerate bullying, they overlooked each time someone was reported being bullied or caught red-handed.

Blood dripped down her wrist as Sam gripped it tighter. "Come on bitch, you really thought you could just take the book I wanted from the library and not face the consequences?"

"How childish," she laughed. "For a book you're acting like a moron, you pathetic fuck."

Lucien's eyes widened when he realized who exactly she sounded like. Her words, her voice and even the way she said them could make him think of only one person.

His mother.

He was standing by the door and she was sitting just by it. Their eyes locked for a moment and he felt as if he was slapped across the face.

She had the same golden eyes and the same platinum blonde hair as his mother did. He would be lying if he said she wasn't attractive. She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen and the features that strongly resembled his mother's only seemed to make her prettier to him.

She realized something too as she looked at him because she quickly looked away and threw a book at Sam's face. "Here take it," she said quietly. "And go. Don't bother me again."

He rubbed his nose from the impact the book made on it and he adjusted his shirt. "Oh well, sure."

She took out the bandage from her wrist as Lucien made his way toward the back. He continued looking at her as she looked at her trembling hand. She had a deep gash right on her wrist and it looked like Sam's pressure had torn open the healing wound. "Fuck it," she muttered under her breath and Lucien suddenly found himself paying more attention to her as the days passed by.

His schedule of classes were almost the same as hers except for when she had computer classes, he had physical education but that was only one day. He searched her up and found out her name was Lara McEnroe. He asked around and found out that she was the only child to the current principal of the school and her father had died when she was only three. He rechecked his information and when he was fully satisfied with it and knew there was no way his mother could be related to her, he found himself wondering if it really was possible. They did say that nine people in the world had the same faces but even if he considered the possibility that she was his mother's illegal child, there was no way someone could look just the same – only a few years younger.

As the days passed on, he found himself following her every move. Stalking her like he had never stalked anyone else. He was not infatuated. He was just very curious to know about her. She had only one friend who happened to be Lucien's roommate Parkinson. Everyone called him by his title so nobody ever really knew his actual first name. They spent lunch and most of their time together. She seemed happy when she was with him and that angered Lucien. She was not allowed to be happy with anyone else but him.

If she was anything like his mother, he knew he would love to torture her.

She spent most of her time alone, reading books. She looked like a Barbie doll, with an amazing figure and golden hair. She was always spotlessly clean and organized. The boys would often lurk around her but she turned them down so fast that the remaining couldn't master up the guts to ask her out.

She was often very sad and flinched whenever anyone went too close to her. He wondered what had happened to her in the past which made her reject any sort of affection.

"I would like everyone to get into pairs and do this assignment. So go on ahead, change your desks."

Lucien glanced at the entire room as Mr. Winslet turned his back to the classroom and began writing on the board. The chemistry lab was accommodated with desks such that two could fit in one. He didn't want to get paired up with some girl who would be too into him to actually do the assignment and he would rather his partner does all the work.

"Hey," he leaned in the desk in front of the girl he had been stalking for a month now. "Wanna pair up?"

She looked up, surprised. Her eyes were a gorgeous green and she seemed prettier up close. Lucien smiled.

Everyone looked at him in surprise. He barely ever spoke unless spoken to and never took the initiative to actually try and speak to someone so this was a first for everyone.

"Why not," she smiled.

He sat leaning against one of the trees one evening, the sky getting darker every passing minute. He hummed a song under his breath, not even caring to look around because he knew he was all alone in the courtyard at this time of night.

"We should discuss about the project," the soft voice startled him but he hid it well. He looked beside him and saw the girl he was partnered with, standing a few inches from him. "It's high time I mean, we are to submit it this Thursday, right?"

He noticed if he put one of his hands over her face, it was enough to capture the entire area – including her jaws.

She was so tiny.

"True," he told her, noticing that her soft curves and her pale smooth skin was more enticing than he had thought initially. Or maybe it was just a trick of the moonlight. "Do you not find me attractive?" he found himself asking even though he didn't mean to just be outright with the fact.

"That's not… it," she said thoughtfully, her beautiful eyebrows crossing. "It's just you don't like the girls you date. So why bother? Plus I don't even like you."

Ouch.

The last bit felt like a dagger through his heart.

"Why is that so?" he said quietly, not giving her a hint of the storm her words had stirred inside him.

"You're smarter than you let on, aren't you? I realized that the very first time I saw you. You are not what you look like," she said and looked at him. "I feel like you hide a lot of things."

"You're quite observant," he laughed and leaned towards her. She didn't flinch.

"Why do you date them if you don't like them?" she sat down and looked at him. "It only hurts them, you know. I have also seen you tie girls up and fuck them. Don't you think it's dangerous for you to indulge into activities like this within the school? If you are into BDSM…"

"I am not into BDSM," he laughed. "I just love to torture them."

She went quiet.

"I can hurt you pretty bad right now, aren't you scared?"

"Do you ever want to give your torturer the satisfaction of seeing the pain on your face?"

He knew exactly what she meant. He had felt it. He never screamed out in pain or cried whenever his mother hurt her. He never wanted to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she had actually been able to hurt him. She only got more and more frustrated and kept hurting him even more but each time he kept quiet and dealt with it, crying afterwards at the pain he felt both mentally and physically.

He leaned towards her and he watched him with caution but not for once did she move. She did not act like the other girls did, they let him do whatever he wanted to with them was because they were infatuated with him but this one seemed like she let him do what he was doing because she was simply curious about him.

So was he.

He loosened the red ribbon that was tied up in a bow around the collar of her shirt. Despite the cold neither of them were wearing the black school blazer they were supposed to. Her heart started beating faster as he opened the first few buttons of her shirt and pushed the shirt down her shoulder. He pressed his lips to the soft skin of her shoulder and bit down.

She moaned at the sensation, her hand automatically reaching up to grab the back of Lucien's head. He sucked on her skin for some time and she let him, knowing there would be a mark there tomorrow. "Lucien," he introduced himself, one of his hands in her hair and another at her waist.

"And I'm Lara," she said. "But I think you know that already."