Welcome to Accel(Max and I)

"I hate to bring this up, especially now, but you'll be facing some disciplinary actions as well for instigating an argument with a higher ranking individual, Leander." Pietro said a bit ruefully. This would definitely be something that the Berserker didn't want to hear, however the rules were still in place. Pietro would at least be a bit merciful in that Alexander already had the beating of his life. That had to be some punishment enough, and at most, some community service would be more than enough as "jail time", if he could refer to it as such. A sigh left his lips as he thought about it. "Forgive me, we'll talk about that later." He waved it off for the moment.

"Geez, you're getting on my ass about that? Come on, Pietro..." Alexander groaned with everyone in the room. Could he not see that he had more things to worry about than punishment of that kind? As lightly as the Berserker made it sound, he knew he nearly lost his life today. Hell, he was practically holding on to a tiny twig while dangling off a cliff, that's how close he was. "I don't care. That bastard needs to die and I'll-" Abigail's sudden shriek caught everyone by surprise, Alexander nearly jumping at the sound of her infuriated voice, snapping his head in her direction. Was she angry that he declared that he was going to kill Elliot? First off, he could barely get his mind straight. Alexander had never heard Abigail scream at him like this. They had argued. Bickered. Feuded. No, this was something entirely different. And because of that, Alexander didn't know what to say or how to respond.

And it was even worse when Abigail started wailing on him with every single spiteful word that the woman delivered upon him. It hurt worse than when Elliot pounded the living shit out of him. But... why? As Abigail continued though, it felt worse and worse. Specifically in his heart. And he could just stare at her. No, he couldn't just sit there. "Who the fuck do you-" Alexander tried to lash back out, but Abigail was too persistent. And for once, the rather determined Berserker, the one who stared death in the face and spat in it, looked like he was almost cowering at Abigail's words. To some degree, he was. God, why did it hurt so bad to listen to Abigail right now? Elliot practically said the same thing. But, hearing Abby say it...?

The moment Hannabelle came in, it was like he just woke up from a nightmare. He barely even caught on to what was going on, going wide-eyed as Hannabelle slapped Abigail. Hard. Oh shit. Pietro was even taken aback by it all. Abigail looked so composed on many things before, so to see this side of her, well it just flat out floored him. He watched the argument flare among Hanna and the Mage, the prior standing up for the man that lay in the cot behind her. But in the end, Abigail relented, storming off out of the room. His voice joined with Amethyst as well, trying to stop Abigail, but his hand missed her as she slid out the room. "Hell..." Pietro murmured, looking down at the ground in agitation. Today was not a good day at all, and he wasn't even noon. They still had the rest of the day to worry about too...

Alexander sat there, completely silent as he stared at his lap for a moment. He wished he could have said something. He wasn't nothing! He wasn't weak or simple minded... but it came from Abigail. It wouldn't matter from anyone else, but his number one rival? A woman that he did his best to beat one day? She saw him as nothing now. Nothing... Was he nothing? The only thing that this piece of nothing did was just fall back into the bed, ignoring the pain in the back side of his ribs, letting out a tired sigh as he just shut his eyes.

"Lean-" Pietro tried to get out but Alexander simply waved him off.

"Go away, I just want to sleep..." Came his response, the defeated tone in his voice ever so soft, but it was there. In the months that he came to know Alexander, Pietro knew no one who could destroy his spirit. Except Abigail. It gnawed at him, not truly used to disputes like this, but he knew he shouldn't complicate things further.

"Riley, please see to it that you rest as well. Leander will be on bed rest for as long as Nurse Alyssa suggests, and Professor Amethyst, I believe we should see about Elliot. Abigail just may need some time alone..." Though, he ended with an almost unsure tone. Nevertheless, they needed to put this thing behind them. Although Alexander wasn't too sure about that...

Hannabelle also noticed the way Abigail's words completely shut down Alexander's spirit. It broke her heart knowing that Abigail had such control over his willpower like that. The worst part was, she didn't know how to cheer him up. So she just went with Nurse Alyssa so that she'd be able to heal her nose, then came back and crawled into bed with him. He didn't seem to react much to her, and it broke her heart, but she still stayed by his side the entire day and night until eventually Alyssa sent him back to his own dorm to rest. He was stable enough to take it easy on his own, and Hannabelle promised she'd take care of him. Besides, Alyssa did enjoy making house calls. So of course, every day she came over to check his vitals. She even seemed a bit flirtatious, asking him if he needed her to give him sponge baths. Hanna didn't seem to like that one bit.

Abigail was no where to be found. For not just a single day, but the next three days. She wasn't with Pietro, she wasn't in her room..she had just flat out disappeared. The professors were worried, no doubt Pietro was worried, but Elliot wasn't. No. Elliot know she'd come back. However, he was immediately sent off on another mission, the head master feeling as if he needed to be separated from Accel for the next few months. This mission was harder than what most fourth years could handle, but Elliot was different. He'd be able to handle it. The morning after Elliot had left, Abigail showed up once again. Though she didn't seem back to normal at all. No, it was the opposite. She was completely, one hundred percent fine. Which was weird considering the way she left, upset and angry at the entire world.

Though she couldn't fool one student. He could sense the pain and turmoil in her heart, and yet she ignored it and put on the best possible front to fool people into thinking she was okay. It was definitely fake. Disgustingly so to Malech, but he really did love the drama going on between Alexander and Abigail. Even though he was furious when finding out that Hannabelle had actually gotten together with that loser who was really in love with that ugly girl. He'd get back at him somehow and he knew how to do it. He just needed Elizabeth so he could keep his name out of it. He liked his squeaky clean record in Accel. He definitely wasn't Elliot Hunter, a student who could almost kill someone and be forgiven. Though he knew Elizabeth didn't care about such things, and would be more than willing to get her hands dirty to put that bitch in her place. All he needed was the right moment to propose his plan to her...and he'd need to be the catalyst to push that moment forward. Those girls did an excellent job of avoiding one another, but getting them to meet outside of class where the teachers weren't watching would be a good opportunity for things to escalate without risk of interference from the teachers.

Elizabeth always enjoyed reading books in the park at a certain time of day. Normally this was when Abigail studied in the library. Pietro usually met with her over there, however today he was off doing his Student Officer meeting deal, so she'd be alone. How did he know that? Well, he had his sources. Abigail probably didn't know where exactly he was, so leaving a perfectly forged note in Pietro's hand writing at the library that asked her to meet him in the park wouldn't seem all too suspicious, would it? Goddamn, Malech really enjoyed art, all the way to writing in other students and teachers handwriting. No one knew he could do it and he never got caught either, so it was always fun to play tricks on others and never get caught.

He made his way to the park, humming as he sat in one of the benches that had Elizabeth in his line of sight. He didn't much care if she noticed him or not, after all the two rarely exchanged words after that day he had given her a sketch of Pietro and Abigail. She really hated him for that. Eh, but she'd get over it after he proposed his plan to her. They'd be the best of friends soon enough. Malech grinned as he saw the familiar figure of Abigail Hunter, looking around for Pietro. She was so busy trying to find her lover, well she had gotten a little too close to Elizabeth. There was no stopping this now and he couldn't wait to draw the scene. They were more or less alone together and Abigail was fucking stupid. He was waiting for it. He was waiting for Abigail to ask Elizabeth a very taboo question.

"Hello Elizabeth, have you seen Pietro around? I was asked to meet him here." Abigail asked her upperclassman. She wasn't really in the mood to deal with Elizabeth, but Pietro's note seemed to be important and if she missed him she would go back to studying at the library. Since Elizabeth was right here she might as well ask.

Meanwhile, since it was there week off, Hanna was in bed with Alexander. Sooner or later Alyssa would probably show up. Or Amethyst. Or Pietro. Or whoever else wanted to make sure Alexander was doing okay. It was a tad overkill, especially considering Alex was recovering well, and yet the visits were frequent. Hanna had managed to get a TV brought into Alexander's room so he'd have something to do while he was on bed rest. Though even with a TV in there he seemed pretty bored.

The next several days were a bit slow for everyone, not to mention a tad bit harsh or stressful. Abigail was nowhere to be found, and for Pietro, that seemed to bring a great deal of warrior to the man as he attempted to search for her many times. He had feared the worst, especially when Elliot was released, and he still didn't hear from Abigail. Alexander, despite his injured pride and other injuries as well, also began to worry, though he did so to himself. Abigail drove a dagger through him, and it didn't feel good. Yet the Berserker continued to worry about her. Was he a glutton for punishment? Besides, what if she were here? Abigail would no doubt just continue to spew hateful words at him that would kill his spirit even further. Perhaps Abigail's absence was a blessing for him. If so, it sure didn't feel that way...

"Abigail." Pietro remembered seeing her in class that morning, and yet she continued on like nothing had happened. Like she was peachy. Pietro gave her a concerned gaze, and it was clear that even he didn't believe her. However, the man didn't press the subject. Abigail came back, and that was a good sign. Perhaps when things settled down again, and once break started, he could have a moment with her to discuss where she went. He did care about her after all, and her disappearance only intensified those feelings, something that the professors were beginning to notice more so. But fate had other business in store for him as he began being tasked with several student administration tasks when a particular teacher had come down with a nasty flu. "Damn." He sighed out as he sat beside Amethyst in the teacher's lounge. Fingers rubbed at his temple as he stared at the pile of paper work. Even he, as intelligent as he was, knew that this amount of work would take a while. But it had to be done. At least they had Oscar's absolutely horrid humor keeping them entertained...

And Elizabeth... hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. The elder Mage had read the text that day, and when Malech had shown her sketches when she didn't believe him, all of Hell's fury entered within that woman within that moment. She remembered slamming everything on the ground, her once calm, composed self turning into a vengeful witch that would not rest until she saw Abigail Hunter dead or begging for mercy and obeying her every whim. "That worthless, sneaky bitch... Malech, your drawings never lie. You saw them? How long? How long has this been going on?!" Oh, Malech had been keeping tabs on them for quite some time from what she discerned. That only infuriated her more, because that meant Abigail had sunk her claws into Pietro much faster than she even thought possible. "I... I...!" Elizabeth let out a near banshee shriek as she suddenly grabbed her belongs and stormed out of the classroom. Her mind was filled with rage, her heart thumping wildly and about ready to explode. Even her magical aura fluctuated dangerously with a killing intent for a moment before the Mage willed it back down. And still! Elizabeth could only wish that Abigail vanished off the face of the planet.

She needed reprieve. To calm herself. Grabbing a book she was engaged in, the Mage made her way to the park and sat down on a stone bench, sighing angrily and attempting in vain so far to focus on the book. It was increasingly difficult, as each word only transformed itself into "Abigail" or "Pietro". She shook the bundle of pages in impatience and tried again. The day was so perfect too, with crystal blue skies and not a single cloud to be seen. There was a gentle rolling breeze as well as it caressed Elizabeth's pale skin that held some peachy tones, but just barely. How could such a horrid day plan to get worse? But as footsteps stopped before her, Elizabeth sensed the presence of who dared bother her. Yes, this day could indeed get worse.

"Asked to... you spoiled brat, how dare you rub this in my face?" Elizabeth's patience was growing thin as she slammed the covers of the book shut, but its sound reverberated with magical essence, an accidental influx that came with her great disdain for Abigail. "You vile bitch, you walk into Accel like you rightfully own the place? What, do you think that we'll spit and shine your shoes next?! You even gloat that you have Pietro wrapped around your finger... your grades and pretty little face aren't enough to truly swoon that perfect example of an Accel leader." Her voice grew deeper with hate as she glared at Abigail furiously. "Stay. Away. From him. That is your only, and last warning."

Alexander had seen several people this morning, now spending time with Hannabelle in her bed. He couldn't deny that Hanna's bed was much more comfortable, and her loving attentiveness did help. However something was gnawing at the Berserker. And whatever Hanna seemed to do to fix his "boredom", it only brought his mind further on to the problem. Elliot. That man was gone, but he would be back. Nothing was permanent, and who knew if the man would come back early or not. He needed to get stronger, improve his own Berserker skills. Maybe even see if Dante knew anything. That was the only Berserker in Accel right now, but he was a Third Year. He must know some tips at getting better! It seemed that his mind had already settled on this as Alexander slipped his arm out from around Hannabelle and stood up. His recovery went much faster than what everyone expected, though having been bedridden for a while made him feel stiff. "Ugh, geez, I gotta stretch out." Came a grunt as he began stretching out his lower back and shoulders. He did it for a couple minutes, but looked over his shoulder at his shape shifter girlfriend while doing so.

"Hanna, I gotta see Dante, see if he knows anything I can learn as a Berserker. I gotta get stronger... for when Elliot gets back. I won't fuck up next time."

Abigail should have been surprised by the hostility in Elizabeth's voice. She probably should have known right then and there that...well it was the time to walk away. However, Abigail Hunter looked deep into Elizabeth's eyes stared her down for a moment and gave her the shittiest, fakest grin she could possibly muster. "I'm sorry, you seem to be in a bad mood, Elizabeth. I didn't mean to disturb you. If you haven't seen Pietro though, I guess I'll have no other choice but to go up to his room and wait for him if you haven't seen him."

No. No she didn't bring up having access to Pietro's dorm whenever she wanted. She may have been being a really big shithead for completely disregarding her upperclassman and her threats, but she wasn't going to just let anyone boss her around. No. When Abigail left for those three days, she promised herself two things. That no one would push her around, and that she wouldn't let anyone hurt her again. So yes, the fakeness was definitely there as a wall of defense. Besides, it was a bit fun seeing Elizabeth squirm, knowing that Abigail and Pietro had a thing between each other. Nothing Abigail thought was anything major, other than of course their friendship. However, even Abby had pushed Pietro away a little too. She didn't want anyone to know how she felt anymore...because even she didn't know how she felt. Alexander and Hannabelle being together really did bother her, but now she went out of her way to pretend like she couldn't care less. Like she was happy.

Abigail wasn't happy, but no one had to know that. She'd just keep pretending, and when people like Elizabeth dared fuck with her...well she'd just lay it on even thicker. Attempting the "Kill with Kindess" approach. If Elizabeth attacked her, it wouldn't be her fault. She'd act in absolutely self defense, smiling all the while. She needed a punching bag anyway, someone to take her frustration out on. Elizabeth wasn't so scary, especially when she went out of her way to make Abigail feel bad about herself. She was jealous of her, jealous of her grades, strength, and the status she had with the teachers. But most of all jealous that she had Pietro calling her by her first name and spending as much of his free time as possible with her.

"Have a wonderful day, Elizabeth. See you in class Monday." Abigail made sure to walk away extra slow. She wanted her to do it. She wanted her to attack.

...Which was interesting to see for Malech. He thought Abigail would have turned around and cried for mommy. Elizabeth was scary when she was like this, yet Abigail...crazy broad. She was really asking for it. Well...if Elizabeth gave it to her, he wouldn't stop it.

Hannabelle wasn't very happy to hear what Alexander was planning for the day. It had only been a few days...Alyssa had wanted him in bed for an entire week. She remembered hearing the nurse distinctly threatening to tranquilize him if he tried to sneak passed his bed rest. She had to distract him, and quick. What better way to distract a man than with womanly wiles. "Oh..you say you're feeling stiff, Alex?" Hanna suddenly rushed over to her door and locked it, then walked over to him. "I give good massages. Please stay and let me make you feel good."

Alexander didn't really have much of a choice. Hanna was already moving him back towards the bed and stripping him down to just his underwear. Though once she did that, she was suddenly naked with the exception of a pair of tight fitting black panties. Yeah...he wouldn't be leaving any time soon. He and Hanna hadn't gotten a chance to have sex again because of his injuries and because Abigail was always in her room most of the time. But right now she wasn't, and he seemed to be feeling so much better that he wanted to spar with Dante.

Nope, not if Hanna said anything about it. She grabbed some baby oil from her nightstand drawer and then began to spread it over his back. She grazed her breasts against him as she did it, so she could get her tits all nice and shiny for him. "Here..does this feel better?" She whispered in his ear as she ran the palms of her hands over his back slowly and firmly. She was good at massages...one could only wonder why.

Abigail Hunter, a newbie. A First Year. A nobody. That's what Elizabeth saw in front of her; a rich, spoiled brat that thought she was the latest and greatest thing. And she held herself up like that. It infuriated her to end, and the moment that absolutely, detestable, hateable, and deplorable grin that ever crossed a person's lip, Elizabeth was ready to strangle her. But then she spoke about... Pietro's room? It couldn't be. She had access to Pietro's room? That was unbelievable! It had to be a fib, an utter lie just conjured up to throw the older Mage into a tailspin of fury and anger. Well, it was working, but that still didn't make it true... could it? "You're lying, whore." She spoke through clenched teeth. Elizabeth had such elegance beforehand, and now the upper class lady seemed so barbaric as she bared her fangs now. Nevertheless, Abigail was feeding that fire on and on and on...

Absent for three days, and now she thinks she's queen of the world? And then she sauntered away. Acting like she won. Won? Won?! "Oh, Miss Abigail Hunter..." She was practically hissing at the preppy girl as she slammed her book on the bench, uncaring as its spine bet in the fury of the toss. Already furious aura surrounded her form. She didn't care who was around. She still didn't even realize Malech was even near them. No, all she wanted was revenge. There was all this fury and jealousy. Such unprecedented envy burning inside Elizabeth's heart. It needed out, and she would funnel it into her own abilities to teach this unsightly woman a lesson.

"I will make you rue the day of your birth and cast you back into the pit of hell that you belong in. I hope demons defile your filthy body, but I'll make sure to send it to them in pieces." Elizabeth didn't wait another second when she finished, but she didn't just cast willy-nilly. Abigail would notice the ground beneath her shine in archaic symbols within a black, runic circle. While Elizabeth was an excellent magic user of the black arts, she also held a strong affinity in trapping magic. And this was a shining example as Abigail would have only a short moment to leave the circle that at most was six feet in diameter before living chains came from the runes and would attempt to ensnare her. Oh, but Elizabeth knew her prey would escape it. The Mage was cunning and smart, knowing that Abigail would plot to create more distance between them. So she made sure to aim not for Abigail, but where she would land after she avoided the trap.

A dark grin spread across her lips as her energy burned brightly. But, no, they couldn't play here. It would only be a matter of time before the professors would catch on to her aura. "Stand still, bitch. Make this easy for me, and I'll think about letting Pietro seeing you after I've burnt all that hair off your damned scalp." Oh the things Elizabeth had in mind for her if she could just catch Abigail!

Stiff? Alexander had grabbed his usual attire, having already been in his pants and simply tossing on the signature red jacket that he always wore. "Uh, yeah. I've been in bed for a couple days straight, babe. No worries, I'm sure that doing some hard drills will shake out the kinks and stuff!" He said rather energetically, but he seemed to be silenced as he heard the door lock and then Hanna approached. With intent in her eyes. "H-Hanna? Whoa!" God, how does she do that? In a flash, the jacket he had just put on and his pants flew across the room somewhere. Alexander didn't even get a chance to look. "Hey, what the hellllllo ladies~" Those tits looked so good. He almost put up no effort when he was pressed backwards and finally feel back on the bed. Goddamn, why was Hannabelle so sexy? This had to be his weakness, and he didn't even know he had it until they had sex that one night!

Somehow, the Berserker shook off the daze and found himself upon his back. "Wait, no, Hanna!" He protested. "C'mon, I'll keep it light, ju- Gah! Cold!" Holy hell that baby oil felt cold as hell. It immediately sent a shiver up his spine. But then her breasts pressed up against his back, and he could feel her nipples teasingly tracing lines upon the toned back muscles. He bit his lip, and he couldn't deny it. Yes, it felt really good. "Y-Yeah..." Alexander sighed out hotly, starting to relax back into the sheets. It only made it better that they were nearly naked, and that thought only spurred on even more lustful ones and broke down his resistance a bit more. Maybe they could stay a little bit, hm? Hanna really was good at massages. Especially if it's like this. And as she kneaded into his muscles? "Ohhhh yeahhhhh~" Alexander groaned at dreamily, starting to slide his hands beneath his hand like a pillow.

"Goddamn that feels good... well, um... okay, maybe a quick massage." Just quick, no! "Actually, c'mon Hanna." As much as he still seemed intent to get going, his resistance was very weak, and it felt like he was avoiding looking back for fear of the sexy sight he would see. "H-Hey, I'll practice even lighter, and you can give me that massage when I'm done, hm?" Alexander seemed to ask sheepishly, biting his lip as he tried to convince her to let him go. Or was he trying to convince himself? Oh, if those breasts mashed against his back again, he wasn't sure! Three days since they last got naughty like this, and the constant reminder of what he could have gnawed persistently at him.

"Don't do this, Hanna..." He began to whine, trying to push up still. "Goddamn it you're so sexy... I mean, c'mon!"

Oh the death glares and curses that this woman could throw at Abigail. She was insane, could probably rival Elliot when it came to that temper tantrum. Abigail could have turned to look towards her, but no. That would almost be like she was worried, even upon hearing all her threats and insults. Elizabeth calling her a whore was almost laughable, because Abigail had never been with Pietro or anyone in any sexual way. She stopped in her tracks upon sensing Elizabeth's magic. She was going to attack. This was it, Abigail had managed to piss off someone two years senior to her. But she didn't care...no. She was ready for this.

As the black rune circle appeared under her, Abigail could feel the power that it held. She held her skirt down as she managed to jump out of the way just before the chains sprawled out and hit her. She needed to properly deduce Elizabeth's strength before coming up with a counter attack strategy.

...Or not. The moment Abigail landed on safe ground, another rune was already formed and she wasn't going to be able to jump in time to get out of the way. Though she wasn't down and out just yet. As the second group of chains burst from the circle, Abigail looked at Elizabeth and grinned. As the chains burst from the ground, nearly ensnaring her...Abigail did a counter spell, and the chains suddenly went whirling straight towards Elizabeth, completely disregarding her. Abigail had been practicing her spell countering for the passed three days, so even if a mage was higher level than she was, she could still send their spell back right at them.

Malech was actually impressed with Abigail's ability to send the spell back at Elizabeth. If she got caught, this would be over before it even started. Though something about the way Abigail was so confident just pissed him off. No...he wasn't going to interfere. Not yet. This fight would only motivate Elizabeth more to do something terrible to Abigail. Even more terrible than simple attacking...torture. Torture was what Malech wanted her to do..she was definitely capable of it. She just needed the right opportunity.

Hannabelle was ignoring most of Alexander's pleading as she trailed her fingers down his back, mixing up the sensations to make it feel even better for him. "But Alex...you know Nurse Alyssa is going to find you and then stick a needle in you, right? Besides...you're not going to do anything good for your injuries by talking to Dante. He won't go easy on you. Especially because I heard he was pretty disappointed about you and I becoming official." Their relationship status was all over campus now. Even though they weren't the most popular couple people liked to gossip about, Hannabelle was pretty popular herself.

The news traveled a lot faster than she thought it would, especially considering she had spent all three days inside of the apartment with Alexander. Maybe someone who had been in the Nurses office had texted a friend or two and that's how it got all over school. Hanna didn't mind, though. It was good that everyone knew that she belonged to Alexander and vice versa. "He's totally going to be mad and then take advantage of your injuries. Then he'll blame you for having openings. Please Alexander? Don't go...Please." She was now pressing front against his back, whispering in his ear, like a siren. Trying to brainwash him into doing what she wanted. The truth was, though..she didn't want him to obsess over Abigail's brother. He was gone as far as she was concerned.

She didn't want him to try to get stronger in hopes to challenge him one more time. Abigail knew her brother better than anyone...and she said he wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Hanna really didn't want to see Alexander get mixed up with him again. Still, knowing the Berserker, he would never accept defeat. Though it was more than that. He was upset because Elliot had hurt her and probably also because Abigail had been hurt by him too. She wasn't sure if she could really keep him from going after Elliot Hunter again. "If you stay, Alexander...I can give you a treat..." Hanna cooed, nibbling at his earlobe. "I know you've never had a blowjob before..right?"

When Abigail fell in the exact spot that Elizabeth knew she would jump to, the Mage just smirked. Oh, she had this in the bag. This younger, inexperienced fool didn't know what she was dealing with. A Third Year such as herself was filled with plenty of experience, Elizabeth having slain many demons upon missions. Barely lifting a finger during those missions too. As the chains came out, whirling at Abigail, Elizabeth just scoffed as the woman wouldn't be able to avoid this one. "You're too easy, Abigail. I can't even believe you thought you even stood a chance against me." She saw the sudden grin cross upon Abigail's lips. What was that little wench up to? That was when suddenly the chains did a completely 360... and were headed for herself!

"What?!" Caught completely off guard, her surprise cost the woman valuable seconds as she tried to do the same thing, quickly realizing that she wouldn't have a sufficient amount of time. A purple orb formed in the woman's hand before lightning arcs stretched out and disintegrated all the chains. All, but one. The next thing Elizabeth knew, her purple orb dissipated, and a single chain latched around her ankles and began dragging her towards the source of the rune circle. Well, because of this motion, the Mage hit the ground upon her back, grunting in pain as she coughed for air somewhat, the air shaken from her core. Another issue was that the rune circle was right in front of Abigail. Elizabeth knew that close quarters wasn't her forte, so she began struggling against her own spell. This wasn't working, it was too effective. Instead, Elizabeth quickly switched to sitting up and began shooting the same lightning arcs towards Abigail. She wasn't going to let this little bitch shame her like this!

Caught by her own spell, how disgraceful. Abigail would pay, and pay dearly. "I'll burn you alive, you little wench...!" Elizabeth hissed, powering up the amp in her orb as the arcs increased in voltage. It was clear that Elizabeth's malicious intent was far greater than anyone could have guessed. This kind of power would seriously harm Abigail if she wasn't careful, but at the same time, Elizabeth was blindly throwing spells at her without clear thought put into it now. Once again, her calm face was now thrown out for a woman hellbent on getting revenge.

"Little... bitch...!"

A pleased groan left the Berserker as Hannabelle let those magic fingers slide across his sore muscles. She was really tempting him, wasn't she? Oh hell yes she was. "Yeah, but..." His defiance was a tad bit weaker now. There was following orders from Pietro, those were easy to throw up a middle finger too. Alexander could easily deny Pietro the satisfaction of him obeying commands. However, when Hannabelle was 99% naked upon his back and dripping honey into his ears like this, it was impossible to be in the right state of mind and try and convince both her and himself to let them be. And she even made things worse at the realization that Dante already knew that they had started dating, and the older Berserker had his eyes on Hannabelle since day one. Would the guy even stoop so low to try and beat his ass and steal Hannabelle? When she put things like that into retrospect, well... it kinda sounded like a good idea to avoid any contact with him.

More and more convincing, and Alexander started to believe it. But then he could just train on his own, right? He remembered when Hannabelle mentioned Nurse Alyssa. That buxom nurse that seemed to be caring for him a lot, but also wasn't aware of what she was packing too. There were many awkward mornings where she would check his temperatures, pulse, whatever, and her breasts would be pressed into the side of his head. Oh, best part? She didn't notice a thing. Alexander grumbled at the thought, though couldn't deny those were some awesome knockers too. But he then just looked over his shoulder at Hanna, seeing her own lovely ladies. "Hanna..." The girl then pressed against him, melting away his defiance more so. It really felt good to have this skin on skin contact. His arousal, if not pressed against the bed, would definitely be easy to see.

And Hannabelle really was worried about him. Maybe he should have thought this through and put Hanna in his mind. When he thought like that, he truly felt a little guilty, especially when she did a lot for him the past couple of days. "... Okay, okay." The man sighed, wanting to turn over, though his back was oily. Which was still a very pleasant and warm sensation. "I still want to do something though to-" And then he heard Hannabelle's proposal. And that was it. "B-Blowjob? Like your mouth... on..." It sounded adorable as hell from him as he bit his lip with clear desire in his eyes. "Mmn." Alex hummed pleasurably, her ears a lovely sensation upon his ears. Alex liked treats. He liked them a lot.

"You make it really, really..." A playful chuckle left his lips as he grinned. "Hard... to say no to you, sexy. You think you can swallow up my big cock~?" He teased. It had been several days, and he was backed up. Again. Her promise, thoughts of them coiled up in one another and fucking, it sent blood to that eager member of his, and he knew he wanted Hanna right now. This time, he pressed up a little, enough to turn himself over while surprisingly not having to left her up and off of him. He stared directly at her now, and more important, that impressive bulge now pressed against that sexy pair of tight, black panties. Alexander couldn't help but slowly grind, sighing out with lust. "I've never had a blowjob, so show me what I've been missing. And maybe afterwards, you can help me work out... maybe in the shower?" Alexander spoke to her sensually, leaning in to kiss at her throat and neck. Shower sex sounded nice too...

Oh man, she had really pissed off Elizabeth. Did she really like Pietro that much? Abigail took a deep breath and calmed himself as Elizabeth began shooting those lighting arc spells directly at her. She then raised her hand and sent an electricity attack right at it. The two spells collided, but more arcs quickly materialized and Abigail had to pick up the pace. She was more of a somatic caster, so with every spell that came from her body she did a step, a twirl, she nearly looked like she was dancing as she cancelled out each of Elizabeth's attacks with her own. However, the third year would have much more capacity than her and if this continued on, well she'd run out of juice trying to simply block her attacks. Though if her concentration broke in the slightest, she'd definitely fuck up and would probably end up unconscious. Just one hit and it was lights out. She suddenly started dashing towards Elizabeth, knowing that her spells were more suited for long range. So were Abigails, but she could make it work.

Amethyst, who was in the teachers lounge with Pietro, suddenly looked up from her work as she felt two magic forces clashing against one another. Amethyst definitely wasn't the strongest out of the Professors, but she was the eyes and ears of Accel. Nothing went on without her feeling it, or sensing it. Then when she pinpointed where it was coming from, she'd scry on the particular location and would send someone to stop whatever was going on. She knew from the energy signatures that it definitely was two students at each others throats. She sighed. "Another fight? You would think these kids would learn."

"I want to see!" Alan called out from across the room. Seemed like all the teachers were in here doing catch up work while the students were on break. Just as long as it didn't involve Elliot Hunter, Alan always enjoyed seeing a good fight between students. He went over to Amethyst as she located the section of the school the readings were in. Then she summoned her crystal ball, a convenient display for when she wasn't near all of her monitors and such. With a wave of a hand and a short incantation, the ball floated up to her eye level and then displayed the two students fighting...and Amethyst wasn't pleased. Another older students attacking a younger student? Even if this first year was Abigail Hunter...there was no need for this.

"I can't believe this...Elizabeth and Abigail? Both of those two are the most level headed girls I've ever seen." Amethyst said as she watched the two fight. It looked like Elizabeth was the defending one at first, as she was on the ground being dragged by chains. However, she was sending very dangerous lightning spells at Abigail..who seemed to only be concerned with blocking them. Who had started this between them?

"Huh? Elizabeth is caught in her own spell. How did that happen?" Alan commented before leaning in and squinting at the display. He had recognized it since he used similar spells to Elizabeth, though they were much more advanced. Amethyst shook her head.

"I"m not having this. Abigail could really get hurt, I'm going to stop this myself." She said as she got up from her chair.

Hanna knew that he wouldn't be able to resist the offer. It was actually quite cute considering he had to check to make sure she meant what he thought she meant. She had been avoiding doing anything sexual to him just because she didn't want him to strain himself. He was walking around like he was fine, but Alexander would totally be the type to pretend like he wasn't hurt. When he turned over on his back, she could feel his hot, eager erection pressed up against her pussy. That didn't take very much...he was already rock hard. She moaned softly as he grinding against her and licked her lips. "Of course I can handle that big cock of yours. Don't underestimate your girlfriend, Alex." She said with a smirk before she pushed her fingers into the waist band of his underwear and pulled them off.

That cock of his smelled absolutely wonderful. Alexander's scent was completely intoxicating to Hanna. Ever since the first day of them living together she couldn't get enough of it. She even enjoyed stealing his jacket sometimes just so she could smell him all day. Though his cock was permeating with his masculine scent, and she really, really enjoyed it before she opened her mouth and started to tease his shaft with her tongue. Hanna looked up at him while she teased his cock. She was also on all fours, and she swayed her hips from side to side as if she were wagging and invisible tail. "You taste good, Alexander." She purred as her hand gently gripped the base of his cock.

She pushed the very tip of it into her mouth, and stopped just underneath it. She still wanted to tease him, so she circled her tongue around it very slowly. She knew that she was playing with the most sensitive part of his cock and she studied his reaction before finally pushing him further into her mouth, being careful not to graze any of her teeth against it. He really was big...she couldn't get him all the way inside without deep throating him. She'd save that for later. For now, Hanna bobbed her head up and down that throbbing erection. She also made sure her tongue was moving around quite a lot against the underside of his dick. She wanted him to really enjoy his first blow job...

It still completely floored the older student that Abigail Hunter could perform at such a higher level that what her current year status measured. She had book smarts, but that didn't measure one's abilities. To be frank, Elizabeth had not seen the Mage in battle, but did witness some of the girl's magical prowess in various assignments. She didn't have anything special, other than showing off that tome of her's that she seemed to always have. It was impressive to some degree, but the woman did squeal over the sight of the thing. Yet whatever Abigail showed off with, Elizabeth still had the experience and power in her own spells to easily overcome the younger of the two Hunter siblings. But, if that may be so, why the bloody hell did she have the hardest damn time trying to knock this bitch on her ass and keep her from skating all over the place and block her spells?!

Elizabeth managed to find a moment when Abigail began dashing to sever the chains around her ankles, quickly standing up on her heeled boots. "Damn...!" The older Mage hissed, setting her eyes on the girl who was closing in on her. Her speed was rather impressive as well, the physical attributes of Elizabeth lacking somewhat as she was more used to standing in the back line and casting magic. Their fighting distance grew smaller and smaller, and for a moment, Elizabeth felt a bead of sweat crawl down the side of her scalp. No, this wasn't her strongest area. If things turned to close magical combat, Elizabeth wouldn't be able to counter in time. "Keep your distance, woman." Using a bit of extra energy, she summoned a rather fast, yet desperate spell: Blink. Elizabeth traveled at most 15 feet away behind Abigail when she drew too close, but with so little time to get her mind in the right amount of focus, she traded an even larger amount of spiritual energy to cast it in an instant. Once safe, the woman slouched over, panting slightly. She could still last! This was nothing! She just needed a second to gather a bit of energy...

Pietro had been burying his nose into documents and notebooks, taking in the information left by the sick professor who he hoped was faring well. Mainly because even Pietro had his limits. He didn't fill out a lot of paper work, but he did his fair share here and there. However, this professor was apparently neck deep in stuff like this almost everyday. After a rather small stack of signing some rather minor documents, Pietro had to set down his pen and massage his palm, giving some attention to the web between his index finger and thumb. He was signing so much that his hand was beginning to hurt. How peculiar. "I'm rather relieved that my duties as a student captain are more interpersonal rather than paperwork such as this. I'm not sure how the professor did it. I'm not even a quarter way through, and my hand is already aching." He said softly, looking over to Amethyst, his head shout up suddenly. "What's wrong?"

When word came from her about another student fight, the only student in the lounge sighed and leaned back in his chair, hands resting upon the armrests where he squeezed a bit tensely. "I sincerely hope that's just an incorrect reading of yours, but I highly doubt you to make something like that." He sighed out in a bit of aggravation. Honestly, they had Elliot and Alexander a mere several days ago. Not even a full week. Pietro could only wonder what kind of dispute this could be. Through his time in Accel, student fights were beginning to settle down, though everyone had their sparks and arguments. Could this be over a simple game cards? Perhaps one student owed another some money. And sometimes the worst, it could be two girls fighting over the same man like the one coming out victorious could claim her prize. What an absolute childish reason to fight, over someone else. He could understand if it's to protect someone, that was something different. Pietro just didn't understand it for a chance at dating a man that probably deceiving both women at the same time.

Ah, but thinking about this, he felt like he'd probably grow old before he'd understand the thought process within the student body of most students here at Accel. Instead, the student captain rose from his seat and made his way over to the purple haired professor that he tagged along with mostly. The crystal ball she summoned displayed a fairly clear image of two females fighting, and for a second, Pietro had thought it was exactly as he thought. A cat fight, as many people referred it to. "Professor Alan, you should be a bit less enthusiastic about student fights." Pietro reprimanded the older man, but looked on as well. Well, firstly, the man suddenly went wide-eyed as he realized who the two girls one. To his surprise, one was Abigail. Abigail?! Why was she in a fight, what got into her?! Abigail never behaved like this, this was absolutely...! And guess who else was there on the other side of the ring? Elizabeth. Two of the most outstanding female Mages in the entire academy fighting one another. Why were they fighting, he still didn't understand! Pietro slammed his hands down upon his desk as he witnessed what was going on.

"I don't care how something like this happened, those two... I expected so much more out of them." Pietro looked rather livid, though even if they were rather outstanding students before this very moment, he seemed to care a good deal more than usual. "Professor Amethyst, please get us there. I'll break this up myself." He told her, placing a hand upon her shoulder and looking at her with a tense gaze.

Alexander could feel the warmth radiating from Hanna's hidden, moist flower. He couldn't help but continuously think about the way her inner tunnel wrapped around his manhood so tightly, with such an intense heat that continued to burn his already hot member in such a wonderful way. She'd feel him throb, feel him ready for any possible naughty shenanigans that either of them could come up with, and whatever their imaginations had yet to conjure up. In such a short amount of time, Alexander craved Hanna's body fiercely and didn't want to leave this room until he was sated. "Oh I don't." He grinned back at the shape shifter, pulling in close so that their lips were mere inches apart as he locked eyes upon her own. There was such a lustful glint those piercing yellow eyes that stared at the source of all his desires. "I just like challenging you because I like it when you're feisty..."

Once freed from the cloth prison, he sat there nude. His arousal stood at full mast, quite thick and ready for pleasure as he watched Hannabelle in barely contained excitement and anticipation, only revealed by a single bite of his lip as he abused the flesh there with a single canine. Oh they were positively naughty, what if Abigail saw this? They all lived in the same apartment, and these walls probably weren't exactly thick. Could he avoid alerting her whenever he sneaked inside or outside of Hannabelle's room. What if the pungent aroma of pure, carnal rutting filled the air? They couldn't hide that from Abigail and her A-Class senses. But, oddly, he thought of Abigail when she spoke to him last. Several days ago when she completely crushed him. Alexander seemed to glance off for a bit, dazed in such depressing thoughts, and yet he still didn't know why it left him a mess. Why could Abigail-

"Ohhhh..." The groan left him suddenly, and for the time being, Alexander was locked upon the sensations surrounding all the sensitive nerve endings whereever Hanna's hot, wet tongue touched. She left a trail of fire in her wake, and it just made him that much more aroused and bothered. "Holy shit, that feels good." He sighed out, leaning back upon his hands, his chest rising and falling while his eyes were tightly shut. Anything to enhance the sensation that Hannabelle gave to him. Though they were only closed for a minute before they were half-lidded in ecstasy, taking a look at his girlfriend. The way the shape shifter was upon the bed, on all fours like that, wiggling her ass like the damn seductress she was, Alexander groaned out loud at the sight and threw his head back. "Mmn, if you like it so much then don't stop." The Berserker sighed out, cock twitching as she grasped it. That made him flinch, yet definitely not in a bad way. Far from it.

It only got much better when she took him into her mouth. But she stopped only past the helm of his member. Why did she stop there? She probably a lot - Oh, that's why! A hot grunt left him, and as her tongue reached halfway around, he sat up quickly and didn't even realize a hand went to the back of Hanna's head, soon followed by a long, drawn out and shuddering moan. That felt really, fucking good. "Fuck, do that again." As much as he told her too, the gasp it followed on sounded more like he was begging somewhat. The meaty shaft was the number one part of Alexander that made its demands clear, throbbing in between her lips while the rest of his shaft jealously pulsed, seeking its own pleasurable refuge within her skilled mouth. Alexander was truly glad when she complied of her own accord and began to bob up and down, Alexander's hand grasping her hair in his fist from the sheer pleasure, yet not yanking her at all. No, this felt too amazing. She knew what she was doing, and he happily let her steer. "This feels so good...!" He moaned out hotly, starting to pant a bit harder now.

Sitting up a bit more, the other hand no longer needed for support, it then went to one of her shoulders and squeezed with want. It gently drew the nails upon each finger downward, playfully tracing her spine as Alexander's moans and groans filled the air. His target was clear to him. He immediately cupped one of her cheeks in those black as night panties. But he squeezed. Hard. Lustfully. He wanted Hanna to know just how amazing of a job she was doing, but more so, how horny she was making him. And if that wasn't a clear message, he managed (with a tiny lean over her) to yank those tight panties down to expose her cheeks. He swatted one lightly, but then drew his hand back further to add a bit more sting to the following one. Almost as if apologizing, the hand responsible then cupped and squeezed the reddening glut. Oh how he badly wanted this ass of her's. But he just couldn't pry himself away from her lips. Hell, he didn't want to. Not yet, at least...

Abigail could see the panic on Elizabeth's face as she got closer and closer. She was nervous, and rightfully so. Abigail may have been just as bad at melee combat as she, but she actually did try in gym. So her physical capabilities were better than hers. She needed to close the distance if she wanted to win. No...she needed to win and prove once and for all she wasn't weak just because she was a first year! For a moment, she saw Elizabeth's hateful gaze and could only think of Elliot. The man who had wanted to hurt her even though he was older and stronger than her. She could outsmart him! She could outsmart all of them! Abigail was about to shoot another Lightning spell at close range, though suddenly Elizabeth disappeared. Abigail immediately turned around, sensing her from behind. Stay away? She just told her to stay away?!

"YOU attacked ME." Abigail shouted to her as she casted a wind spell and directed it her way, though she missed. Her concentration..why was it failing her? Ugh, she couldn't focus..she kept seeing her brother! Damn it, that man...she'd kill him if it was the last thing she'd do! Abigail ground her teeth together as she suddenly summoned her tome. The one that allowed her to cast divine magic. It floated in her hand as she glared at Elizabeth. The book began to glow and it opened, the pages flipping to wear Abigail wanted them to be. Elizabeth was an evil witch, and she was tired of her threatening. She would crush her to let her know that she wasn't just some child she could walk over on. Abigail was strong! Her lips began to move as she started reciting the proper incantations, energy building up inside of her as if she was charging something big. Her skirt started fluttering as the energy seem to go high in the air.

Before she could cast the spell though, suddenly she felt a hand on her arm. It broke her concentration, and the book stopped glowing and disappeared. Abigail looked at the hand and saw Amethyst with Pietro behind her. Well, she was in trouble. She wasn't going to be a child about it either. She knew when to stop. As much as Elizabeth pissed her off...well she wasn't going to go up against Amethyst and Pietro. She kept her eyes looking away from him, too scared to say a word. She knew he was upset, she didn't even have to see his face. She wondered what he really thought of her now. Her outburst..her disappearance, and now she was fighting. Would he stop being friends with her now?

Malech saw Pietro and Amethyst and he closed his sketchbook. How disappointed...they had caught on already and come to stop it. Well, he knew that they wouldn't waste any time in breaking up a student fight. Especially between a first year and a third year. Abigail might have had fancy moves and spells, but Malech sensed it. He sensed her fear of running out of energy before Elizabeth did. A very reasonable fear, so her tactic was close range. Though something changed, something changed and she had decided to show how she really felt instead of that ugly, fake mask she wore. Hmm, was she thinking about something? It didn't matter. Malech crossed his legs after putting away his sketchbook. Hopefully they'd let Elizabeth go back to her room so he could follower her. Now that she was all fired up..oh he could see the blood lust that woman had for that girl. He could definitely play that well.

Hannabelle was really enjoying his reactions to her mouth. She knew blow jobs felt nice to boys, but nothing was like giving a boy his first blow job. She could feel his subtle movements along with the extreme twitches. The pulsating of his large member amazed her. It also made her feel proud of herself..he really did enjoy every flick of her tongue, and every small suction of her mouth. She traced her fingers along his thighs to give him even more sensations. He would more than likely be sensitive to anything while feeling her mouth hugging his most intimate of parts. Alexander...he was very sensitive and Hannabelle would take advantage of that.

Feeling his hand on the back of her head only made her go faster, taking it deeper and deeper in. She wasn't going to push it all the way back..not yet. She wanted to tease him some more. While she did so though, she felt him manage to lean over and pull down her panties. She was already wet, and as he grabbed her cheeks he'd smell her heavenly scent that let him know she was aroused and ready for him. Though she didn't seem to be ready just yet. No, not when she had a few tricks up her sleeve. She suddenly pulled her head back slowly, though she added a bit of suction to it. He would hear a soft pop after she released the tip of it with her lips. She then began to lick at it playfully again to tease him, going all the way from the untouched base to the tip. She was lapping at it playfully, looking into his eyes.

As she did this, she moved one of her hands back and completely removed her panties. Then she suddenly got up and pushed his back onto the bed. Before he could protest she was suddenly climbing on top of him, but she kept her head right at his cock. She was in position for sixty nine, but she wouldn't ask him to play with her. This was about him right now. Still, it was there, so if he really wanted to play with her wet pussy of feel up her cheeks some more, well she wouldn't complain about that. Now that he had access to her just as much as she had access to him, she decided to give it her all. She pushed his cock back into her mouth all the way until she felt him hit the back of her throat. She still had a bit of a reflex, but it was tolerable. He would feel her throat muscles struggling against retracting against the head of his cock.

For a minute, she let him enjoy that feeling, that massaging. Though afterwards, she started bobbing her head up and down once more. This time she continued to let it hit the back of her throat each time. She was taking him all in, more or less.

Yes. Elizabeth did indeed attack her first, she was well aware of that. This annoying little pest didn't have to reiterate that. "I'm well aware of that!" Her response was rather snappish, even more so when they first began going at each other's throats. Well, Elizabeth was the only one at first. Though that last attempted spell looked like it was aiming to knock the older Mage unconscious, and as that thought came to mind, Elizabeth knew that their time for screwing around was over. She had to put this bitch down for good, but in order to do that, she couldn't let her get close. Hence, the call to stay away. "You think you're better than me, Abigail? That you're so above me? Hmph! I'll show you just how wrong you are, how grave of a mistake you've made."

The moment Abigail cast out her wind-based spell, Elizabeth prepared her own counter spell, but only felt a light touch of an annoying breeze, indicating that the spell Abigail conjured was too far off to the side. She missed? Elizabeth scoffed in mocking laughter, looking Abigail with a taunting smirk. Her hands went outstretched before her, a dark sphere beginning to form as she spoke out over the hissing aura that began to form from her spell charging. Oh, and it appeared that Abigail was getting really serious now, summoning that stupid book that she was so proud of. "Your little spell book won't save you, I promise you that, wench." The older student mocked. "You have to depend on a book? I've memorized countless incantations, passed several years worth of tests with amazing scores that soared above my peers. Why do you think you even have a hope of coming close to me?!" The spell surged in between her hands, pulsing with such intense magical aura. No doubt whatever Abigail would create, it would be just as ferocious. Elizabeth would have to beat her to the punch, but she needed a bit more time...!

"Hey there, Elizabeth..." A familiar voice came from her hands, and as the student looked down, she nearly gasped in surprise and nearly jumped backwards. The magically charged energy within her palms was replaced by Oscar, the wisp fitting perfectly between her fingers. "Oh come now, do you two seriously think we wouldn't have caught on to you both causing a huge ruckus like this? With how much energy you're both putting out?" The Wisp soon wafted into the air before her, giving her space as Elizabeth glared off to the side. Oscar's spiritual state could disrupt the flow of energy. The woman wouldn't have a chance to properly channel energy. It would seem that the two bickering women would have to settle for a draw for now. Yet Elizabeth couldn't stand the thought of that, to say that she could not best Abigail Hunter. Even worse still, as she peered through Oscar, she felt her hatred soaring to new heights as Pietro seemed completely focused on the First Year.

And said man seemed rather displeased. As Amethyst kept Abigail from casting further, Pietro approached the younger Mage, and his eyes were stern. He looked angry, upset... disappointed. With a harsh voice, he began to spoke. "Hunter," That must have stung some too. "I don't care how this started. I don't care what the subject of the matter was. Both of you are prestigious students here at Accel. The best. But you sully your reputation by condoning your behavior to a confrontation with another student. Not only that, but with a superior. I expected more from you." Pietro looked over to Elizabeth, the woman briefly pulling her gaze away from glaring at Abigail. She too felt a great deal of shame, but only for displeasing Pietro, the object of her affection. Oh how she wished Abigail Hunter had never been born. And how she wished that some day, sooner than later, she could erase the woman from the very face of the planet.

"Crowley, my office. Now." Pietro then looked back to Abigail. "Afterwards, I'll call for you. Do not be late."

To say that Alexander was enjoying the wonderful amount of attention that Hannabelle was giving him, and the way her mouth worked him well over like... well, not to sound round, but like a damn porn star, Alexander was finding it very difficult not to just let out sensual and rather lewd sounds. Moans would resonate whenever her head bobbed deeper on to his shaft. Whenever her tongue grazed a particular spot, a pleased gasp left him. And of course, whenever she added a little suction to the mix, she be rewarded with a deep grunt, but also a large shiver across his entire body. "Holy fuck, Hanna. You're... mmf!... You're amazing. Don't stop, baby...!" The Berserker would coo out to her in such need. Oh how he wanted this little minx to never stop. To just suck him dry, and that's how he would die. And not complain one bit.

Her womanly scent filled his nostrils, and the man was hooked. Yes, this was a very sexual act, but he didn't think that women would get a huge sexual gratification from sucking a man's schlong. When Alexander thought of it like that, hell it turned him on even more. Especially when Hanna increased her efforts. He was on his way to reaching over to feel those slick, wet lips of her's until she suddenly started sucking even harder. "Ah!" Came his sudden groan the moment her lips left his cock, that audible pop! filling the air so naughtily. It took away all of his focus, and all Alexander wanted to do was get washed away in the pleasure. Hanna was really doing everything she could to please him, and fuck, did that feel nice.

The mattress started to shift, and that caught his attention. Alexander craned his head downward in time to see Hanna remove her panties completely, but then also maneuver her lower half above him. Like that, in the classic Sixty Nine, he could see her dripping wet folds right above him. The scent of her arousal was ten times stronger, and Alexander found himself panting even more so in great thirst and hunger for that weeping flower. His animalistic senses and instincts came deep from within his Berserker side, akin to that of his draconic form. But those desires were enhanced by both his human and draconic side. Thus, there was a great urge to follow his baser instincts and take Hanna in every possible way. Oh but his thoughts were lost when she then went back on his cock... further and further! The moment her throat touched his helm, starting to massage around it, Alexander let loose a hot growl. That was it. That was the thing that tossed his stupor out of the way, and Alexander leaned upwards with passionate intent.

Hannabelle would no doubt feel his lips come crashing upon her cunt. At first, he seemed very inexperienced. His lips brushed and kissed at it, and his technique when he began attempting to please her seemed a bit awkward. But when his tongue made contact and tasted her fluids, it was like a switch flipped. He needed more, he thought. His brain, body, soul demanded it. Now, as his eager tongue traced along her labia and ever so softly circled her no doubt engorged clit, he was a man on a mission, and his tonguework improved to get him the results he wanted. That sweet, sweet delectable nectar that came from in between her flower. So much so that the eager little tongue delved into her and tasted her sweetness directly from a source, followed by a hum of pure delight that would vibrate against her outer lips.

Amethyst sighed softly as she looked over to Elizabeth. Oscar had calmed her down for now. Though when her eyes turned back to Abigail, she was surprised. Her face was completely blank, as if she had surrendered to her fate. Those yes of hers..they were complete depressed. Even though she flinched when Pietro called her "Hunter", her expression really didn't change. Everyone had known that something strange was going on with Abigail..though the mage wouldn't talk about about it. With anyone. Even though Elliot was gone, she showed no signs of going back to the way she was before hand.

As Pietro scolded her, Abigail was trying her complete best to pretend like she was okay. However, on the inside she was angry, disappointed, upset...she had a torrent of emotions she was holding back. But she wouldn't let herself show them. Not since she had lashed out at Alexander or Hannabelle. This was all Elizabeth's fault. If she hadn't come after her the way she did, well she wouldn't be feeling this way. She wouldn't be feeling as if her best friend hated her. After her outburst a few days ago...he probably didn't want anything to do with her at this point. She messed it up, she hoped for something to happen...and it did. Now she was in trouble for it, especially because she was about to cast a very powerful spell at her superior, as Pietro called her.

Her superior..that was a lie. Elizabeth was no better than her brother, who hated her for absolutely no reason. She was completely oblivious with her crush on Pietro, mainly because Elizabeth really just seemed to have a problem with her thinking she was better than everyone. Which Abigail did, but she never actually showed it. So it just pissed her off, because she did so much to be nice. Yet she still got picked on by mostly everyone, or ignored. Even her own roommates. Now Pietro would join that club of people...who despised her probably. She had problems..way too many problems. She might even be kicked out of Accel for this.

It was only when Pietro left with Elizabeth, that Abigail realized how much she hated herself. She was supposed to be perfect, and now she had broken the rules. Gotten into a fight, and she was going to be punished for it. She was no better than anyone else now...she might as well just go back to her parents estate and study by herself. But she knew she would never get into the Chevalier if she didn't go through Accel. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up to see Professor Amethyst looking down at her with a worried expression. "Abigail, if something is going on, you can tell us." She told the mage, though Abigail just shook her head and then walked in the direction of Pietro's office. She would have to go anyway..there was no point in avoiding it.

Hannabelle didn't expect him to immediately go after her snatch with his tongue, but she didn't complain when he did. After all, not many boys felt brave enough to actually go down there and have a taste themselves...but they could have their cocks sucked all day. It was something that Hanna really didn't mind, but having this act done on her was so refreshing. So much that she was actually having trouble licking and slurping at Alexanders big cock. Her body quivered over him as he started to lap at her fast and faster. It was almost as if she couldn't get enough of her fluids. Did he really like the taste of her so much?

Hannabelle had to focus on him even harder, closing her eyes and pushing his length in and out of her mouth. She continued to deep throat, taking breaks each time she pulled back. Though her movements were getting faster now, as she tried to bring him sweet release with her mouth. Focusing on that was mildly distracting her from the pleasure he was giving her right now, but not by much. Hanna already felt like he was going to send her off the edge soon just because it had been a very long time since someone was willing to actually do that for her. Oh, and the fact that he was such a natural..she wondered if this had anything to do with the fact that he was a berserker. He was purely relying on instinct, and that was what made him so skilled.

Eventually she found his cock throbbing and pulsating in her mouth. She was also very close too, and eventually she moaned with his cock still in her mouth, sending vibrations along it. Then she climaxed, and it was...definitely just as amazing as the first time. Though it was missing the roughness, which surprisingly Hannabelle enjoyed. When he finally came, she swallowed all of it. All of his cum, not letting a single spill drop. She loved the way it tasted, though she would admit to herself that it had taken her a over a year to get used to swallowing a mans semen. But Alexanders...it didn't taste bad to her at all. But it was thick..and there was lots of it.

Elizabeth sulked past Abigail, but when their eyes met, such a fierce, burning hatred lit those eyes that stared daggers at the women. The displeasure emanating from Pietro could not deter her disgust for Abigail, and she sent the message that this wasn't over. Far from it. If Elizabeth had anything to say, she would make sure that Abigail would full not only the brunt of her rage, but the maliciousness of her distaste. Already, the older Mage was brewing up some sort of evil plan to get Abigail the next time they crossed paths. But, as much as she hated to admit it, Abigail was too formidable an opponent to just go head to head with. She even attempted close range magic, something that Elizabeth knew she held no skills in. Damn the heavens above, there had to be something. And there was... Elizabeth just had to find a way to subdue Abigail and keep the bitch from using magic. Yes, that was it. She would have to figure out an excellent plan, however. How the hell was she even going to pull this off with just herself? Entrapment spells were easy for her, but then getting Abigail to some place where she could hold her captive, that would be the hard part.

Almost as if by fate, Elizabeth looked off to the side as she walked away... and spotted Malech. Their eyes would meet, and immediately Elizabeth grinned at him. Oh yes. Now she knew what she needed. An accomplice, a willing one too. And as she looked at Malech, there was a vibe from him that she just seemed to latch on to. That he had been observing their little scuffle. Oh, what was he thinking? Did he enjoy the show? Elizabeth bet he loved the flurry of emotions all coming out into the open. He was that kind of man after all. But, that's what also made him perfect. She would have to get with him later, and so with a small telepathic message, Elizabeth informed Malech to meet him tonight at her dorm. They had much to discuss...

The smell of sex filled Hannabelle's room, something that would probably be very commonplace as the Berserker took in the full effects of the shape shifter's delicious womanly aroma. Was he that much into her taste? Why yes. Alexander couldn't get enough to sate his thirsty palette. Her cunt was just so... sweet, that was the best way to describe it. He often wondered on those nights where he would stroke himself to porn what a woman's pussy tasted like. The scent. The feel. The rush of being between her legs. Hanna helped him get an answer, and all of it was positive. Not only that, but he found a great deal of pleasure in hearing Hannabelle moan, and not just because those vibrations traveled along his shaft. No, it was the thought that she received pleasure from him, someone not experienced with sex at all. She took pleasure in what he was doing? That just made him feel really good.

As much as Hanna seemed to think she had a hard time a couple of times, Alexander definitely had trouble focusing on his tongue work, his tongue sometimes going still whenever his cock plunged against her throat. "Mmn...!" He would groan against her lips, heated breath coming out in pants against her soaked entrance. Oh hell, he was getting close. And it was barreling forward very quickly. Alexander attempted to stave off his release, seeking to prolong this for a bit longer, but Hannabelle seemed to not want any of that. Instead, she sought to bring him further into that sweet, amazing orgasm that he once experienced before with her. But fuck, did this almost feel even better. "Hanna..." Alexander groaned out before he decided that he wouldn't let her be the only one to send him over.

He picked up his pace and attacked her intimate flower with speed and purpose. He was going to make his girlfriend cum. Hard. He let out another hot moan when Hanna went harder on his cock, bobbing her head furiously and sending his cock down her throat again and again. In retaliation, the Berserker suddenly attached his lips upon her clit. He smoothed out his tongue and mashed the sensitive little bud against the large expanse of his broad tongue, only to top it all off by sucking on it. Alexander made sure it wasn't too rough, but gave a good bit of suction. Mainly too because she tasted so fucking good. It helped take his mind off his impending orgasm, though that would be true, if suddenly Hannabelle didn't reach her own. The moan that she let loose along his cock caused him to suddenly gasp out into her lips, arching his back just slightly from the intense pleasure as his rigid pole began to twitch and throb, spewing his seed down her throat. It had been several days worth, so like she noticed, his release held copious amounts of his seed, but Hannabelle took it like a champ and swallowed every little bit.

Alexander growled after merely a second. The sheets and comforter got tangled up as he began working on repositioning both of their bodies until a pillow went flying off the bed, and Hannabelle was on her back. She wouldn't get a second to comprehend anything as the Berserker first kissed her feverishly, and then next shoved his saliva-covered dick into her warm, wet hole. "I fuckin' love you." He growled out, already fucking her with wild abandon...

Some time had gone past in Pietro's office, the walls a good bit thick to prevent eavesdroppers from listening in. Abigail had been sitting outside, at most for 30-40 minutes. But no doubt that time must have felt like an unbearable eternity. The moment it passed, however, Elizabeth suddenly exited. Her face looked absolutely livid, and she didn't even look at Abigail as she stormed off down the hall. One could only imagine how much more hatred that woman could hold, but Elizabeth probably had an endless tank for that stuff. "Abigail Hunter." It was the voice of Oscar as he slipped out of the room, looking to the girl. He let out an audible sigh, oddly the form lifting up slightly, then down to mimic a physical body's motion of a sigh. "Pietro wants to talk to you now. Eh... he wants this done alone as well. So, um... yeah..." Oscar spoke, slowly descending until he was phasing through the ground. Well, that was one way to exit.

As Abigail would come into Pietro's office, it looked well furnished with an oak desk and coffee table, complete with a cloth love seat behind the coffee table. A leather study chair complimented the desk he sat behind, though behind him was a wall of bookshelves, all filled to the brim with books and tomes. There were so many different books, some pertaining to knowledge and reference, but there were even some books of stories and legends, fictional tales that stemmed from the demons and monsters they fought. In one shelf, there seemed to be tomes and spell books, some that Abigail might have seen before in her time studying and learning to utilize her own magical prowess. However, there were others that not only looked rather ornate and rare, one or two even exuding a faint magical aura. Those books had names on their spines that were in an unknown, archaic text. One even had its text disappear whenever Abigail tried to read it. How curious.

Pietro had been writing something on a form as she walked in, the door magically closing behind her. There was a single, stationary chair before his desk, leather and matching the color of his own seat. She would sit in silence for at least several minutes before Pietro set his pen down, flipping the form upside down. His eyes finally settled upon Abigail, and while they were firm, they seemed less so than when they caught both girls in the fight. A sigh left his lips first before he began. "Abigail, this is a rather serious offense. I know you've been under a great deal of stress with Elliot's appearance several days ago, and then whatever spurred on your outburst against Riley and Leander, however this is... unacceptable. To me, especially." Pietro seemed to be thinking of his words as he spoke, looking over to the single window in his room. The sky outside looked rather gray, and it would appear it would rain soon.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to assign you a restriction. For the next following week, you will be unable to leave the Accel campus unless accompanied by an assigned professor or Fourth Year. And even then, I must sign off and understand where you will be going, what time, and when you will be arriving back. Even with the student break having just started, I apologize, but you will be unable to take any leave or participate in any student body recreational functions. Your curfew will also be further restricted, and you will be required to be in your dorm by 8PM, instead of the default 10PM."

The terms seemed particularly harsh, basically putting Abigail under house arrest. Though as she looked at Pietro, it was clear that he wanted to say something else as he seemed to stare at his hands. He seemed to be mulling it over too, and another uncomfortable silence seemed to pass by for the briefest of minutes. After that, the man lifted his head and gazed into Abigail's eyes. "You scared me." Pietro began as he seemed to give a rather lugubrious chuckle. "I-I'm sorry, that's a bit forward, I understand. But please..." He took a deep breath and continued on. "Watching you both fight, as much as it is my duty to stop student altercations, I intercepted you both for another reason. You are strong, Abigail, that's very true. You match even a Third Year such as Elizabeth. But I couldn't help but fear something bad would happen to you. That perhaps Elizabeth unleashed a spell upon you and you couldn't avoid it. Or you could have harmed Elizabeth in such a way that it would tarnish your records forever. This is highly inappropriate of me, Abigail, but I admit that I came at that moment for you." He stood up and walked around the desk, still keeping a respectable amount of distance from Abigail as he crossed his arms and leaned against the desk.

"Even more inappropriate, I want you to know that... I couldn't stop thinking about you when you were gone. When you showed up this morning, I was relieved. You were okay, or mostly." The words rolling from his tongue were the absolute truth, and his face didn't show any signs of ill intent or deceit. No, Pietro was truly pouring out his feelings to her. And he seemed to be... nervous? Pietro chuckled lightly again, looking off to the side. "Actually, please... let's get some coffee or something. I'm not upset or angry with you, just worried. I want to discuss this somewhere more comfortable, and I highly doubt this isn't a place you feel very comfortable..."

"H-Hanna!" Alexander grunted one final time, burying himself balls deep into his girlfriend as he unleashed another torrent of hot cum. Several days of pent up lust and desire flowed into Hannabelle's hot tunnel, even invading her innermost depths. It was even lewd as the man could feel their mixed fluids starting to pour from his girlfriend's overfilled cunt. Thank goodness that they were in the bathroom, cum dirtying up the counter top that Hannabelle was sitting on until it seemed to drip over the top and splash on the tiled floor. This would definitely be much easier to clean up than in her room. But they had gone so many times that her room was a wreck. They were only lucky that nothing was destroyed in the process. They had moved in here to take a shower after several rounds in her room, and it only seemed to get worse as they showered together, the condensation still stuck on the glass doors. They had just gotten out, but with the sweat dotting their skin and plenty of their mixed release all over their groins, they'd definitely need another one some time soon.

The Berserker panted as he slid out of his girlfriend, grunting as the sensation forced a weak shot of cum to stain across her pelvis. He then pulled her into a lazy kiss that ended with their foreheads resting against one another while they tried to catch their breaths. He gave out a pleased sigh, now thinking they were done for a bit. "Fuck that was amazing..." He gasped out. "How many... holy shit, how many times did we go?"

Seeing Elizabeth walking out of Pietro's office made her wonder if this was really over. She had gotten that woman in trouble, so she doubted that this matter would just settle itself. They still had unfinished business, and eventually Elizabeth would follow through with her threat on her first day of Accel. Abigail would just have to be ready. Even though Oscar could not make facial emotions...Abigail could feel the anxiousness? Or something in his voice just made her feel more uneasy than she would have liked to admit. Despite Pietro and her being extremely comfortable with each other...well she just felt like he hated her. She only hoped she could keep it together until his lecturing was over. The entire time she had been sitting there, all she could think of was all the ways he'd rip her a new one. Or maybe even how he'd ask her for the room key back...or something. She didn't know what. All she could remember was how angry he looked.

When she walked into his office, she looked everywhere but him. She didn't want to see his disappointed glare again. She had a seat nonetheless, and her face remained cold and emotionless as she stared at his desk rather than him. However, when he expressed that she had scared him, her eyes looked up at him. His expression surprised her..he did look genuinely concerned. Even after everything he told her..putting her on restriction and whatever else. Well, this tone had changed drastically. It was enough for Abigail to finally show some emotion. She looked like she was about to cry by the time he was done. So he had stopped it..just because he was worried about her. And yeah, when she did disappear..well she felt bad for not telling him where she had gone. Truth be told when she left, she didn't think anyone would notice.

"Okay..." Abigail said, trying not to cry right now. No, she wasn't going to cry. He already seemed too nervous. "Coffee sounds good...you always..no what I like." She told him with a small smiled. It was much more genuine than anything she had shown before. He couldn't stop thinking about her, huh? She really did feel bad. She got up from the chair and then walked out with him. She could only hope that no one would judge him for taking her out despite him just punishing her..rather harshly. However, Abigail didn't really care right at the moment. He had done his job, he was allowed to be a regular student right now. Of course they had sat in their usual spot, and got their usual thing. Abigail could only imagine what he wanted to talk about now. Maybe he'd ask her where she disappeared to? If he did, she wouldn't mind sharing.

Malech was already waiting outside of Elizabeth's room, leaning against the wall as he sketched out a few drawing of Elizabeth. Oh, she had looked so beautiful today, though drawing from memory wasn't nearly as exciting as looking at the real thing. Sure, Malech could be a little meticulous..or ridiculous. However, he was a very handsome and charming person when his emotion didn't get the better of him. He couldn't help it though. Art, beauty..it just excited him. "Elizabeth," He put away his sketch book and then reached over and took her hand, placing his lips on her soft skin. Looking up at her, he grinned and allowed her to open the door to her room, the he followed her inside.

This was really the first time he'd been here. She had invited him once, back when they were both first years..but she had been sharing a dorm with another girl..so it wasn't as personal. Malech technically still shared his dorm, but the student he was with never came out of their room. He never went to class either...except one class. It was meant for the extremely gifted, and he only felt like his presence was needed there. Malech didn't mind it. It was almost like not having a roommate. Plus, he was too lazy to move out to one of the one bedroom dorms anyway. So whenever one did came up, he passed on it. "So, I couldn't help but notice your complete disdain for that ugly woman, Abigail Hunter. It truly was beautiful to witness. You're a stunning creature when you're angry. I could feel the emotion from where I was sitting..and I wasn't anywhere near you."

Hannabelle had never done it so much in a single day. Alexander was so impressive..and so damn sexy. She never thought she could be worn out, but she really was. Worn out and extremely hungry. "Mnn..I don't know. I think...maybe five times...God, I don't even know how many times you made me cum. I'm lucky I'm on birth control or you would have surely gotten me pregnant.." Hanna smiled at him and then kissed him softly. They probably should have jumped right back into the shower, but Hanna really didn't feel like it. She grabbed her towel and then started to wipe them both down. Good enough for now. He sure did cum a lot...and even though Abigail never went into their bathroom she made sure any trace of evidence of them doing it was removed.

Afterwards she wandered out of the bathroom with him..and it seemed like she was walking a little funny. She could hear her stomach growling and she sighed. "I'm really tired...but I'm also really hungry..." She whined as she went into her bedroom so she could pull on at least a pair of panties and a tank top. "Alexander...you're amazing. I love you so much." She recalled him moaning it out loud today..how much he loved her. Well, that made her feel really good. She hugged him and then collapsed in her bed. "Damn it, I don't think we have anything to eat in the fridge either." Abigail usually made sure they had food, but...she had went missing for the last few days, so...they had just been eating out.

She groaned and then rolled over on her stomach. "Hey, you wanted to go somewhere, right Alexander? Could you go to the cafeteria and buy us something to eat? I'm really thirsty too..you really wore me out." She chuckled a bit..but it was so true. She'd have some laundry to do later when she felt better.

The walls finally came down in this moment as Pietro could sense that Abigail was finally being real with him instead of wearing that mask she walked into class with this morning. Pietro definitely noticed when she had left, but not only him, but also Amethyst and Hannabelle. But unknown to anyone, even the person himself, but Alexander had noticed Abigail's absence the most. How long had the Berserker just been thinking on the words she left him with. Why did she even leave? Alexander felt more than just completely downtrodden, but... oddly hurt. Like a failure. However he couldn't let that get to him when he had been resting and recovering. For Pietro, it just felt so lonely, like a part of him was gone at the moment. When Abigail finally arrived back after those several days, he realized something. Something that, perhaps it wasn't supposed to occur. But the heart worked in mysterious ways. The student captain knew when to follow his heart, and this was no different. But he couldn't talk to the Mage here. They needed to go to their usual spot.

Their table was ready, and surprisingly (even to Pietro), the two chefs prepared the coffee for them. To perfection, as well. The older student couldn't help but to continue thinking of her smile. It was true, not what she gave everyone this morning. It meant something, and that something touched him. Pietro took a small sip of coffee before setting it down gently, looking at the Mage. "I don't mean to make this more... tense, but please tell me where you've been. Gone for several days, no contact, no information leading us to believe where you may be. We didn't know anything. I didn't know anything." Pietro said to her, leaning back in his seat as his eyes never fared away from her. He would listen to what she would have to say. He listened with open ears, and never once did he interrupt her. Politeness was key here, and even if he wasn't trying to be polite, the student captain would provide all attention to Abigail and her story. After all, she had some explaining to do. Especially considering that Pietro was worried sick.

While both Abigail and Pietro were in the cafe, Elizabeth had made it to her room, just a floor above the three stooges who occupied the same apartment. However, she would focus on one of those pests later. For now, those baby blue eyes landed upon Malech Simmons. The magic user who utilized art as his weapon. The canvas was his medium, and to say that Elizabeth didn't find that curious was a lie. Ah, but she wasn't here to ogle over his spell casting methods. No, she needed this rather influential individual to her plans. "Malech, I would say a pleasure, but I'm rather displeased at the moment. Hopefully you'll be the good news to my day." She spoke as she approached him. Though the moment she did, the gentleman that he was, Elizabeth felt one of her gloved hands taken up by his, soon kissed on the top of it as she seemed to give him a bemused grin. Elizabeth withdrew her hand and gave him a playful roll of her eyes. "You are a character. What are we in, 17th Century France?"

The door to her dorm was soon unlocked, but she didn't open the door right away. Instead, baby blue eyes once again gazed to his face. That grin hadn't left yet. "... Although, it does win you some points in your favor. Just don't let it inflate your ego."

With that, the two elder students walked into her room as she closed door behind them. She then peeked outside, making sure that no one saw them come in together. Good. No one would interfere with her plans this time. She spun around and walked with the utmost grace. Those heeled boots she wore clicked ever so gently upon the hardwood floor, but it was the sway of her hips. Elizabeth had several potential suitors in the past, and even her family attempted to arrange a marriage between her and a prestigious young man. However, no man could handle the charm, superior wit, and cunning of Elizabeth Von Rosencratz. But no man could also resist the rather seductive appeal that she seemed to possess. And in this instance, seemed to flaunt right now. Whether it was intentional or not, well, that would be figured out soon enough.

"My complete disdain? Dear Malech, you merely scratch the surface. One cannot put into words the complete disdain I hold for Ms. Abigail Hunter. It is unparalleled, immeasurable by even divinities above. But those same heavenly beings can't even hope to quell my hatred. However..." Elizabeth approached Malech and crossed her arms just below her bust. The corset dress she wore already pressed her breasts upward, granting a rather generous amount of cleavage, but when she braced them above her arms, it only highlighted the ladies more. "I believe you can help tame the flame within me." While she had never openly sought out a proper individual to serve as her boyfriend, Elizabeth spoke with a feisty flare, something that Malech would no doubt pick up on. Question was, how could one resist a gorgeous woman like Elizabeth? If it were any other man, they might say her attitude definitely was a turn off. For Malech, it seemed it was much more of a turn on. "But tell me first, can you feel those emotions now?" A gloved hand gently fixed the lapels of his jacket, looking up beneath her eyelashes with a playful glint. "Especially now when we're so close?"

Alexander had simply let out a deep breath as they got cleaned up. But when she mentioned pregnancy, it dawned on him. Yes, sex could lead to pregnancy. And when she mentioned that they might have gone five times, Alexander felt very lucky that she was on birth control. He couldn't imagine what would happen or how Accel life would be difficult if Hannabelle was impregnated. He would've started panicking if Hannabelle didn't lean in and kiss him. That brought a smile to his lips as he kissed her back, squeezing her hip affectionately as they continued to clean up the bathroom. Goddamn, they made a mess. Still, it was rather nice to see Hanna bend over and show that cute ass of her's. When she did, Alexander couldn't help but smack it playfully before rushing out and snickering childishly.

Food sounded nice. He chuckled at her whine as he quickly throw on his clothes, zipping up his pants when Hannabelle called out that she loved him. It felt nice to hear her say that, and he responded back in kind. "Love you too, Hanna." He offered her a warm smile as he continued getting dressed. Love. He loved Hanna. Did it just finally hit him after hanging out with her so much? This was honestly the first time he ever questioned it, and for a moment, Alexander seemed to space out until she hugged him. A quick head shake, and he was back to normal. Well, mostly. The thought still sort of nagged at him. "What? Did we already eat that leftover pizza from last night? Oh man, I freaking loved that... wait, you ate the last slice, didn't you?!" Alexander glared at her playfully with a smirk. Oh, that was so going to bite her in the butt! That was his last piece.

"Hm? Uh, yeah." Alexander began, listening to her request before he just shook his head, chuckling softly too. "I'm sorry I fucked you all the way to next week. You get me going, but as a peace offering, yes. I'll go get us some food. And drinks. Sorry, the cafe downstairs doesn't sell alcohol." He teased before he walked over to pet her head softly. A small smile drew upon his lips for a moment before he went out the apartment, grabbing his key card. Food, hm? Well it had to be something filling. The moment the front door closed behind him, his stomach growled loudly, a couple of passing students snickering at him as Alexander just rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Okay, we're talking like... five-course meal now. I'm starving." He said to himself before bolting to the stairs and sliding down the railing, trying to decide what they could get.

Pietro nodded gently when she finished, sighing softly as he looked to the side. "I sincerely wished you would have talked to me before storming out. I don't understand what might have happened, what could have caused you so much dismay in the first place. I understand Leander's response and completely foolish objective to take on your brother is a wild goose chase, but..." The student captain seemed to trail off, rubbing his chin as he stared at his coffee. His body language and cues, there was something on his mind. It seemed that while they spoke, the older student couldn't even hold eye contact with Abigail for a very long time. It actually looked like he was... shy? Nervous? Pietro eventually began tilting his cup in circles, swirling the leftover coffee within. He let out a deep sigh, and what finally seemed like an eternity to him, he looked up to Abigail.

Behind him, Abigail would no doubt see Alexander suddenly sliding off the railing, grinning at the dismount before jogging into the cafe. Their table wasn't too far from the chefs, who accepted the custom ordered food, as well as the food line where gourmet food that was piping fresh and ready for devouring was waiting. 'Abigail...?' Alexander first thought, suddenly looking over in her direction. No way, she just upped and hung out with Pietro without telling them a single thing? He was... no... yes! He was freaking out when she didn't show up the last couple of days. Forgetting about the food, Alexander made a bee-line straight for both her and Pietro. He had a bit of an annoyed expression on his face as he drew closer and closer. Those lips parted to call out her name, and he nearly got out "Ab-" before Pietro suddenly spoke.

A rather warm, charming smile left his lips as he spoke out loud to Abigail. "Abigail, I don't consider yourself just my best friend, but something more. I understand that... there may be some complications with a relationship like that, but I would like you to know that it doesn't matter to me. Because I've learned in the time you were gone, that I truly do enjoy your company and wish to be within it more. More than just your captain and leader. But as someone dear to you, for you've become dear to me Abigail. Through all the time we've spent together. It's been absolutely wonderful." This seemed to stop Alexander in his tracks. For some reason, he just stood there, at most six feet away from their table as his eyes went wide, having heard everything Pietro had been saying. And what he said next...

"Abigail, if you would give me the honor, I would like to take you out some time. A bit more less formal than we've spent at Accel." If she were confused, Pietro would just chuckle a bit nervously, rubbing his chin and cheeks rather adorably as a nervous twitch. "Hah, I mean... a date, if you would."

Behind him, Alexander could feel like a knife went through his heart. And for some reason, he began panicking. For the longest time, he was staring at the back of Pietro's head, the older male having not heard Alexander approaching at all. So the Berserker stared to Abigail. Was... was she going to accept? No, she couldn't. He forbid it! Why?! He didn't fucking now, but she couldn't say yes! She just couldn't! And yet, Alexander just stared at Abigail with a completely shocked expression. His lips were parted to try and tell her no, but they didn't do anything. His voice was caught in his throat. But his eyes were waiting in almost fear for Abigail's answer. She wouldn't say yes... right? She didn't like him that way. They were just really good friends, yeah. That's it...

Oh, Elizabeth was a beautiful specimen. Malech had found her personality quite lacking before Abigail Hunter showed up. But he had been watching Elizabeth for the past few months, and it was absolutely delicious. The sparks around her were flying, and often times Malech loved to sketch it. He had gotten a little tired of watching Hanna slobber all over that fool Alexander..so he couldn't concentrate on her unless she was alone...which was hardly ever. So he had to find something to look at, and Elizabeth was his new muse. Even though he told himself that he just wanted to punish Abigail to fuck with Alexander, he actually genuinely wanted Elizabeth to find her pleasure in revenge. He also felt a little bad...that stuck up student captain had showed up and probably gave her an earful. Considering she had a crush on him, that probably hurt.

What a shame. Pietro was far too boring for a woman as fiery as her. Malech licked his lips as she watched her walk. Another thing that attracted him was how womanly she was...even though Hanna had the body she didn't very much portray the maturity that a woman possessed. Elizabeth, however..had the assets and the personality. Why hadn't he noticed this before? They typically always sat together in gym class, with her reading her books and him drawing. They had never noticed each other up until this point, when they both figured out they had the same desire..punishing that ugly little girl. He looked down at her when she fixed his jackets, hearing her voice just oozing with seduction. He was going to help her anyway, but he didn't mind the come on.

"I can feel them closer than I ever could before. And it feels good." He told her with a smirk before reaching up and fixing a strand of her hair. What a shame, that girl had managed disrupt the perfection that was Elizabeth during their little scuffle. Who did she think she was, anyway? Standing up to a third year as if she had a hope of winning. "Elizabeth, how would you like to take advantage of the naivety of Abigail Hunter?" Malech pulled out his sketchpad and began to flip through the pages. "You have seen my power on missions. Anything I draw is transferred from paper to our world. The more detailed it is, the stronger it becomes. Or in this particular case, the most convincing..." He stopped and showed her a picture of Pietro. It was so detailed, and it was one of the few works of art that he had went passed sketching. It was a perfect portrait, from the way he stood and carried himself to his expression. The colors were immaculate as well.

"I can use this to fool her when the time is right. Lead her into the trap you need...and you can chain her with anti magic runes so she can't fight back and alert the professors." It was a rather simple plan, but he though it was effective..furthermore. "You remember my roommate? He showed up for a week our second year, then stopped showing up to all of his classes except for the advanced one. He owes me a favor. He can erase memories...manipulate them even...so the only thing Abigail will know after you're done with her...will be to stay away from Pietro. He might even be able to get her to leave Accel for good. You don't have to worry about him snitching..he's professional."

Abigail wasn't sure how those chefs manage to prepare their coffee out of no where like that, but she wasn't complaining. It smelled delicious. She really missed it when she was away...and well, he did want to know where she had gone. She should have told him before, but...well she could make up as best she could now. What's done was done. "I just stayed in my families library for three days. I just...started reading all I could about counter spells, and defense spells, divine spells..I just wanted to be ready if my brother really did attack Alexander...or if he attacked him. The moment I found out he was gone..I came back so I can catch up on school work. I didn't think anyone really wanted to see me. The only people who can tolerate me, I said really horrible and bad things to them. And I was afraid that you of all people would think less of me. Even after everything you did for me, I still through that horrible tantrum..."

After she was done explaining herself to him, she couldn't help but notice that he was acting..strange. The manner he spoke was the same, but he was...just off. She had never seen Pietro nervous, and him being nervous made her feel the same way. She could feel her heart rate picking but just before she saw Alexander running into the cafeteria. For a moment, their eyes met, and she immediately looked away. She still felt bad about all the things that she had said to him. Even though she was better than him, it didn't mean he was garbage. But she felt like he only wanted to go after him for his own egotistical reasons. Not because he cared anything about her.

Suddenly the words that Pietro said next stunned her. He was..he was confessing his feelings to her? Sure, at first she had tried to go after him for a while, but she just got too busy and they were having fun as just friends. She wasn't sure what to say or feel..especially because Alexander was standing right there. But Pietro kept on going, and when he finished she felt like running away. She liked Pietro, but something about the way Alexander stared at her made her heart skip a beat. She found herself wondering what Alexander would do if she got a boyfriend...would he hate her? Stop talking to her? She didn't want that..in fact she didn't know what the hell she wanted! Why did she care so much what he thought of her? It's not like he liked her, he was with..Hanna. Once again, Abigail felt a sort of jealous rage flicker inside of her heart, but she immediately turned it off as she forced herself to look in Pietro's eyes.

Fuck Alexander. He was with Hanna so why should she care what he thought? In fact, she wouldn't let him beat her. At anything. "Pietro, I'm sorry for the silence, I just..am so happy that someone of your prestige would be interested in me. I'm a first year..not as talented but definitely trying to get there. I would be honored to go out on a date with you..in fact...I'd be honored to call myself your girlfriend." Forward? Maybe. But she would be damned if Alexander kept walking around with Hanna, throwing his relationship in her face. Two could play at that game. He wasn't the only one who had an admirer. She got up and then leaned over the table, kissing Pietro's cheek while staring in Alexanders eyes defiantly. She then drew away and gave Pietro a smile. "Seriously, I can't believe you chose me."

Over the years, it never dawned on her Malech's rather handsome charm. But, what snagged her the most about him, was how much attention he paid her. To be the center of someone's focus, to be his muse, that thought pleased her greatly. She instantly became curious about Malech's sketchbook then. How many sketches did he draw? How detailed were the sketches themselves? Oh... were there pictures of her in there? A playful bite of her lips at such an oddly wishful thought. Why was she even getting sidetracked right now? They were here to talk business, even if she was enjoying herself a rather good bit. Ah, but the time for pleasantries was over. They needed to get down to scheming.

That finger playing with her hair, Elizabeth allowed it. She woke up bright and early to work her image to perfection. Hundreds, nearly thousands of brush strokes made each strand of hair perfectly straight and vibrant. Her eyes were such deep pools, radiant despite the dark magic she was accustomed to using. And her skin held plenty of color despite the black attire she wore. A soft chuckle left her throat as Malech responded. Good, hm? "Mmn, I'm sure that helps with your creativity. I'm flattered." She then removed his hand from her hair, but gave it a light squeeze before walking to the living room. Compared to others, Elizabeth's abode was rather... old timey. Victorian era decorations littered the room, but in such class and elegance. Since her entry into Accel, her roommate had left the program when she was unable to handle the stress of classes. Good riddance. Elizabeth could associate with such pathetic classmates. She already had one pest to deal with, as Malech seemed to catch on already.

With a curious quirk of her eyebrow, Elizabeth moved herself to a Victoria love seat that she occupied. She laid upon it, resting her form against one of the arm rests as she seemed to be teasing him subtly. It was already clear Malech was on board for this, but she found his focus and drive to join her plotting rather intriguing. And attractive. Ah, but she'd never say that. Elizabeth loved it when a man begged for her. "If you weren't conjuring a scheme with me, I'd damn you for even thinking of her name within my current home. You have my full attention though, Malech. Since she has embarrassed me not only in front of Pietro, but several other professors, I can't let this little commoner think she is above me. Simply shaming her in magical combat is crass and boorish, don't you agree?" Elizabeth mused. The hand with just her lace, see-through glove rested upon her hip. Upon the love seat, her knee high elegant boots ended just shy of her dress. Malech would get a small glimpse of her peachy thighs, and Elizabeth made no effort to cover it, but neither did she reveal more.

Yes, Elizabeth had gone with Malech on several missions. His powers were definitely unique. More so, he was a virtuoso to his... well, art. The woman watched him search through his sketchbook, humming with interest as he went on. "I'm well aware of what your abilities can do. The more detail you provide, the strong your artwork is when summoned." She replied, seeing him finally stop and show her one picture. And the first thing she noticed was that it looked like a portrait of Pietro, done in complete, perfect detail to the crease in his sleeves to every strand of hair upon his head. She too noticed that this picture was complete, colored in to the tee and without blemish. That perturbed her further. "It is a rather perfect replica of Pietro on paper." She told him, leaning in closer with interest. What was he getting at.

Fool her? Lead her into entrapment? Oh, Abigail would listen to anything Pietro said. Yes, this was perfect! A grin spread across her lips as Elizabeth leaned back, a lace-covered finger playfully caressing down her cheek. Yes, she was pleased with this idea. This was the hook they needed to catch that annoying little bitch. "Your roommate? Oh, yes, that unsightly fellow. I was beginning to wonder if the man suddenly up and left in the middle of the night." She muttered idly. What did he have to do with any of this? The moment that Malech explained however, she perked up. Oh? This could cover their tracks! Elizabeth grinned again, biting her lip in contained excitement. "Oh my, I could put that girl through so much..." For a moment, she almost seemed to daydream the torture she could put Abigail through. It was a moment before the Third Year looked back to Malech.

"You sure do know how to brighten a woman's day, Malech. You're such a resourceful man, what would I ever do without you?" Ah, but there were the professors. They could easily start picking up on the magic residue left behind from their spells. Wait, yes. There was a some empty basement space over in one of the other Accel buildings. The concrete material there was particularly thick, laced with other Mage's magical remnants as they used spells to create this building. "I know the perfect spot too. One of the newer built buildings, you can just feel traces of magic all over it. They haven't cleaned it yet. We lead her there, and if I'm conservative, yet precise, not even Professor Amethyst could find us there." Elizabeth told him, looking at him to gain his opinion. That would be they're biggest issue, the professors and any other interlopers. If they came along, not only would they have trouble on their hands, but no doubt they'd be expelled.

This had to be a nightmare. But, why was it even in the first place? Alexander couldn't help but feel pretty much sheer terror int his moment when he listened to Pietro speak. In normal speak, the guy was asking Abigail out. Asking her out! Well, why wasn't that fine? He didn't know, it just wasn't! Alexander wanted to tell Pietro to back off. That he would answer Abigail for him. But, what was he worried about? From what he saw before, there was just some close friendship. Hell, remembering that time stung a bit too. Right before he...

Shaken from his thoughts, the Berserker felt eyes upon his, but then it was gone. Was that shame? Regret? For a moment, Alexander's lip quirked into barely a half smile. That was a good thing. That meant she felt sorry right? Alexander was just glad she was okay, and he wanted to know where she had been all this time. Did Pietro know? What if Abigail only told Pietro? Another twitch of pain in his chest. Fuck, why was he such a hormonal teenager right now?! 'Why do you even care, dumbass?' Yeah, why did he even care? Abigail could... date... whoever she wanted. Just like he did. '... Are you saying that, or trying to convince yourself?' That was a damn good question. Alexander bit his lip in frustration, looking away as well as he tightened his hands into fists. All he could think clearly about now was how badly he was close to begging Abigail to say no. She'd spend more time with Pietro. Less time with Hanna and him. Mainly him... what if they never saw her again? If she just sailed past them in Accel, joined Pietro, maybe even graduated with him into bigger, better things? His heart hurt more and more as he thought about it.

"Ab..." He weakly muttered, probably not even audible to someone right next to him. No less than the two just ahead of him. Instead, even he couldn't hear his own voice over Abigail's words.

And it felt ten times worse than several days ago. Hundreds times worse. A thousand! Alexander jerked his head upward as he looked at Abigail in disbelief. He could hear her accepting Pietro's feelings, sealing the deal. Worse, it almost sounded like she... she wanted it too? To be romantically involved with a guy she just met practically?! That would enrage him, but there was something else in her words. And it was starting to click in his head. Pietro was the smartest guy in all of Accel. Most talented, loved by all, and even in such an important position. What girl wouldn't agree to him. Instead of pure anger, Alexander suddenly felt... just broken. Yeah, this made sense. Of course Abigail would say yes. The moment he saw her eyes as well, it felt like his heart was being ripped out. Honestly, he wished it was right about now. It would probably hurt way less than it did right now.

Alexander suddenly turned around, slamming into someone and dropping their food all over the ground. "H-Hey, I don't want trouble, Alexander..." Came the student's fearful gripe. The Berserker stared at him. No, they still thought that he hit Hanna...? Alexander couldn't handle this anymore. This aggravation, this heart break, this rage...! In retaliation, he just shoved the student out of the way, immediately snatching food from a table, not even caring as the female students cursed him. The cafe had gone silent, and such an interruption pulled Pietro away before he could answer Abigail. "Leander..." His tone was aggravated, as he watched the Berserker walk away. "This would of course have to happen when I ask my girlfriend out." He gave a bit of a rue smile. "You're a wonderful person, Abigail. Ah, I would tell you more, but I need to handle him. He's already showing signs of becoming a delinquent..." Pietro sighed before starting to stand up...

Just as Malech thought, she had fell in love with his his plan. She even was smart enough to fill the last gap in, telling him about the place she planned on bringing her. Yes, that would work perfectly. Though Malech doubted she'd be using magic as a means of punishment. There were other, normal things that hurt more than a complicated spell. Malech would be sure to draw up anything Elizabeth desired to torture that stupid girl. Ah, how her face lit up while he spoke to her. No doubt all sorts of ideas and thoughts were going through that pretty head of hers. "That's good...your trap will no doubt spark a bit of attention if done in a random moment. And if I know Professor Amethyst, she'd sense it and scry the area just to make sure it's not a threat. Of course, you came up with a solution with that particular issue. I'd expect nothing less from such a beautiful, cunning woman such as yourself, Elizabeth." Malech gave her such a handsome smile. Only because he was doing his best not to offend her by gawking at those pale, sexy thighs of hers.

..This woman was a tease, and he had never known that until today. There were a lot of things he hadn't known about the mysteriously classy woman. Just that she had obviously come from a family of money. He did too...and he would inherit his fathers business whenever the man passed away. Not that he really wanted to...if it had nothing to do with art, Malech wasn't interested. But he was the eldest child and as such he was expected to do things that he didn't like. Running a large cyber security company sounded boring as hell. If his father owned an art gallery, that would have been just perfect. Though life rarely ever worked out the way people wanted it to. Ah..he was getting off subject thinking about this meaningless matter that was years off into the future.

"What would you do without me...?" Malech mused as he tapped one of his white gloved hands against his leg. "..Well, you probably would have still been successful in putting that miserable little girl in her place. You have a brilliant mind, after all. It would have just taken longer, but I'm going to make it happen very soon. You will have your revenge, and more. Much, much more. By the looks of Abigail Hunter, I'd say there is something that you could do to her that will not only put her into her place, but thoroughly humiliate her. She's uncomfortable with people who touch her if she doesn't know them. Stripping her down and taking pictures of her in very humiliating positions, then emailing them anonymously..would probably just break her. Every boy in school will know what she looks like under those boring sweaters and skirts she wears."

Was it a little perverted? Yes...Malech may have thought very little of Abigail Hunter..but he was still a man. He would probably enjoy what he saw regardless of how ugly she was inside. "Oh...sketching a beautiful scene of you punishing Hunter while she's naked and scared..I have to draw that...I have to..."

Abigail felt...somehow strange. When she watched how Alexander reacted to her words...well she was expecting him to sneer and make gagging noises instead. But he generally just...looked defeated. The way he stared at her just made her feel bad and she instantly regretted saying yes. Wait...why? Pietro was everything she wanted and now all of a sudden she just regretted saying yes to him? All because of that ugly, stupid look that her long time rival gave her? Why? She couldn't stop repeating that question, and suddenly Alexander turned and tried to walk away...but he ran into another student. Everyone had been treating Alexander a little bit differently. She actually had no idea why this was so, as Hanna never told her how she got her injury from a few days ago.

"Alexander.." She stood up, something inside of her just...snapping. She generally just felt bad for what she had done. She felt like...she felt like he actually was hurt. Damn it, she already said things she regretted and now..well she had just done something stupid. She didn't know what she had done either, that was the worst part. Why would her accepting Pietro's proposal upset him when he had his own girlfriend to be proud of. Abigail was always insanely jealous with Hanna's popularity with the boys. Complete strangers ran to her aid when no one ever gave a damn about Abigail. It was because Hanna was so much...more charismatic. Even though Abigail tried really hard to be.

She watched as Alexander stormed off, shoving the cowering student aside. He then just...grabbed food from another table and left. Abigail wanted to talk to Alex, but she wasn't sure what she would say. Damn it..who cares? She couldn't just let it go like this. Well, she had been meaning to apologize for the last time they had actually spoken to one another. She heard Pietro talk about going after him and she shook her head. "Let me do it. I think he's still upset about the other day, and I want to apologize to him. Just stay here, Pietro. I'll be right back, I promise." She jogged off and caught up to Alexander as he was heading back to the dorms. "Alexander!" She called out to him before grabbing the back of his jacket. "Wait! What the hell was that about?"

Fall in love? Malech was practically a genius with this plan in mind. Elizabeth wanted to make Abigail rue the day that she even crossed paths with the older Mage, but the woman proved to be difficult best. And that just aggravated Elizabeth more. So now, she really wanted to make sure Abigail knew her place. The biggest issue, of course, was getting through that unfortunately clever mind of her's. Even she could not deny that the younger Hunter had a great deal of knowledge to get by and survive. It was obvious Abigail wouldn't just trust the word of anybody, especially herself or Malech. Abigail didn't have a solid relationship with Elizabeth, and with Malech, she barely knew him. It was seem even more suspicious. But Pietro? Abigail would probably follow him around like a lost puppy. It was foolproof. And the locale? Yes, even more so. If Elizabeth tried subduing Abigail anywhere else, like Malech caught on, the sudden spike would trigger Amethyst. Putting both of their heads together, they were forming the perfect plan.

And to add icing to the cake, Malech just had to compliment her on and on. Elizabeth nearly purred with satisfaction. Beautiful? Cunning? Any other human being, and Elizabeth might stick her nose in the air and look away. Oddly with Malech, she felt quite pleased. Oh, and she could feel those eyes of his upon her, if even briefly. As classy as she may be, the attention she received was invigorating. She might even dare to say she loved it. "Oh Malech, you flatterer. I believe I invited you in to scheme, not to court me. Though," Elizabeth gave a polite, yet somehow teasing smile. "I will allow it for now."

It seemed like he had more to contribute, and when he stated she could have more, Elizabeth was all ears. Anything. Anything to make this bitch wish she was dead. Yes, this was it. Killing her was not suitable because merely erasing her life from existence didn't seem fitting of a punishment. But humiliation? Absolutely perfect. However, when Malech began to describe what they could possibly do, she honestly wasn't expecting that. Especially considering that Malech seemed like such a gentleman right now. Strip her to her nude form? Sully her image with exposed pictures of herself? It seemed absolutely vulgar, and absolutely unbecoming of a genius like her... so why did she love the idea?! An evil smirk plastered across her lips as she suddenly rose and sauntered over to Malech. Her hips swayed ever so sensually as her eyes looked down upon him.

"My, my. I was unaware that you were such a voyeur, Malech." She began, one of those gloved hands breaking into his personal space to caress his jaw line. He'd feel the soft lace, the softest of materials, as the soft warmth of her fingers could be felt through. She then leaned forward, bending perfectly at the waist as she looked into his eyes, but just a single glance down, and Malech would have a front row seat at her bountiful cleavage. "You want to draw the perfect scene of me punishing Hunter? Maybe marring that untouched flesh? Oh, I bet you would. I could whip her, turn that skin red with such abuse. And in fact, I want you to draw it all. Every single detail." She then planted her hands atop his knees and drew mere inches away from the handsome artist, letting out a pleasured sigh at their close proximity. "I would love to pose for you. To be your willing model whilst Abigail begs and pleads me to show mercy." Elizabeth then grinned. "What if I molested that bitch, hm? Would you draw me that scene for me too?" It was clear what Elizabeth wanted to do now. Malech was eager, but she really wanted him riled up for this. She did find lust a very good motivator, after all...

Pietro looked over to Abigail suddenly. For a moment, he seemed a bit worried and protective of his new girlfriend. "Abigail, he seems a bit difficult at the moment, we should at least go together." He would try to insist, still going to stand. However, it would seem that Abigail ran off before he could convince her more. The student captain sighed. That was another quality of Abigail that he was fond of, her firmness in resolution. It might be difficult to deal with, as he thought that would just make her stubborn. But even so, he couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. For now though, he simply went over to the affected students, quickly checking up on them. "Is anyone hurt?"

Alexander had burst out of the cafe, grabbing one of the meals that he had saved for himself and biting into it. He didn't even know what it was. He didn't even like it. But he was fucking hungry, and mad. So much so that he felt his own furious heart beating in his ears, fueling his rage. The Berserker just wanted to get away from that scene as much as possible. He immediately turned and went to head up the stairs. Drop off the food, and then maybe he could find some place to be alone. As much as he liked hanging out with Hannabelle, he didn't want anyone around him right now. Ah, but it would seem his wish would be denied, for as Alexander continued up the steps. For the briefest of seconds, he stopped. It was Abigail calling him. Did she...?

Shaking his head, he just glared forward and kept ascending. However, Abigail talked to him again, this time yanking him back. In retaliation, he immediately slapped her hand away and turned to face her. Eyes stared at her in hostility. "What the fuck do you want?" Alexander snapped. They had fought so many times for several years, but now? He was actually speaking with venom in his voice. Not only that, but he could feel his anger flaring even more the more he looked at her. Because he could hear what she said before. "Come to rub it in my face? I don't give two shits. You two are probably meant for each other." Alexander approached her and got in her face. "You think you're always better than me. That you can't possibly do anything wrong, but I can't do anything right. That's what you said to me a couple days ago. Well guess what? Fuck off. I'm way better than you. I don't need fucking magic. I'm a Berserker. I'm going to be the best there ever was, and I don't need you. I don't fucking need you. Not your bitchy attitude. Not your "better than everyone" shit. And I sure as hell don't need you gloating in my face that you and the best student in Accel are getting all lovey dovey now. I. Don't. Care."

The Berserker than smirked as he backed up one step to give them space. "I'm happy. Besides, Hanna's better than you. She's hot as hell. She sure as hell doesn't nag on me all the goddamn time either." That smirk widened suddenly. "And the sex is great. I love her too, and we're going to be happy without you. We don't need you, Abby. Not all this shit you have." As he continued to speak though, his heart stung more, but his anger bled through even more profusely. "So leave me alone. Leave us alone. I'm not letting you ruin everything that I have!"

Was he courting her? Why of course. She was a beautiful, powerful woman. Her enthusiasm made her even more attractive to him. She seemed to enjoy receiving his compliments as much as he liked giving them, so he would only be encouraged to continue his flirting. Oh, when he was done with his last suggestion, he was very surprised to see her so receptive of the idea. No...receptive wasn't the right word. She was enamored with it, and he could see how excited she was getting. Really? He had just proposed it on a whim, and had taken a chance on her just looking at him like he was some sort of sex predator. But no..she really, really wanted to do it. The way she walked over to him..well he was watching that sexy gait of hers just as she approached him and leaned over to be at eye level with him.

Malech may have been a smooth talker, but he wasn't used to being touched by a woman. He found the sensation incredible, and closed his eyes. That grin never left his face though, even as he savored her touch. When he opened them again, his eyes glanced down at her cleavage. "No? Artists are the type who are more frequently than not found guilty of voyeurism, my lady." He told her as he openly enjoyed the view. Oh, he'd love to draw a picture of those lovely..

His thoughts were interrupted as she continued on. The more and more she spoke, the harder Malech could contain that inner..pervert of his. His cock was getting hard just thinking of the perfect picture she painted in his mind. It didn't help that she had put those hands of her on his legs, giving him more physical contact that he wasn't used to. She was getting even closer still. He really hoped she didn't notice that he now had a raging erection. Then again, it was clear that she knew what she was doing to him. "Such a scene...I...I must draw it. A regal, stoic, powerful woman such as yourself with your heel pressed against Hunter's naked flesh...I..." Malech was not only hard thinking of Elizabeth molesting that girl, but the fact that she was willing to let him draw it...

...Also it was hard not to think of Elizabeth naked either. Not with her cleavage in his face like this. Not with her giving him such a lustful gaze. His face was starting to redden as he contemplated touching her. Normally a thought would never cross his mind, but he couldn't help it. He was hard and he hadn't had a girl in a while. "..Elizabeth. You look positively radiant when you are like this. So passionate. So bold..you're not like any of the other girls. You are willing to cross the boundaries that need to be crossed. You are.....fiery. Spirited? Well, to put it simply you're amazing, and I cannot help but watch you in awe. You're like a Goddess, and I can't help but want to draw you right now. But at the same time, I also..." Malech, Lord of Monologues. He suddenly pressed his gloved hand on her cheek and leaned in to give her a kiss. He'd probably get slapped, but he didn't care. His emotions were raging, and he wanted her in more ways than one.

When she finally caught up with Alexander, she winced when he smacked her hand away. Hearing his voice, she suddenly felt very...small. She didn't know what it was, but the way he yelled at her...it wasn't like any other time before. "I just wanted to.." Abigail started to apologize, though he interrupted her, accusing her of chasing him just to rub her relationship in his face. Well, she kind of did earlier when she accepted right in front of him. But she didn't really think he would react this way. Wasn't all this apart of their petty rivalry? No...the way he screamed at her..the way he looked at her..Abigail wanted to curl up and cry. He was...really upset with her. It couldn't have been just because of this thing with Pietro..he just hated her.

That's right...he hated her like everyone else. She deserved it too. She had said such awful things to him, just because she was jealous of him and Hanna. Then she took it out on both of them. Why was she jealous in the first place? Each word was like a dagger slicing into her skin. But what really hurt the most was when he claimed to not need her. When he finally backed off, she opened her mouth to try and come up with something..anything to say. She couldn't just let him talk to her like this! She was...better than that. She could at least defend herself..even just a little. After all, she came after him wanting to apologize..so...

Whatever words she could think of died on her tongue when he claimed to be happy. Then...the next words just made her heart shatter. Hanna was better than her. Hanna was sexier. He liked her better because she didn't nag him all the time. No, she was fun to hang out with. That's why they had spent so much time together, and that's why they were dating now. All Abigail ever did was get in the way of them, and yell and scream at them because she hated it. She hated how close they were, and sometimes she felt left out. Even if she tried to join them while they were playing video games. She never actually joined in, but she sat out there with them sometimes just to study. But they were in their own world...and rarely ever acknowledged her while they were playing.

Just when she though it couldn't get anymore painful, the next sentence just made her mouth drop. They..they had sex together? Abigail had never even thought of doing that. Not even once. But...of course they were doing it. She knew how Hanna was....and of course she'd do something like that for her boyfriend. Abigail could never...ever have the confidence to do that. And..they loved each other. No..he loved her. She could feel herself tearing up as he finished turning the knife. "Y..you don't need me..." She began as she turned her eyes up so that she could try to prevent herself from crying. "...Hey..whatever. I get it...you're happy and I'm not going to ruin that for you. Why should I? I got what I want...and you got what you want...so..." Her voice broke and she just turned away from him as tears started to stream down her face. "I'll leave you alone. I won't ever say anything to you again...but...just know that I am really sorry for those things I said the other day." She apologized. That was going to be the last thing she said to Alexander Leander.

Abigail ran down the stairs before he could say anything else. She rounded a corner and found herself about to lose it. She had to get away...she had to hide. She wanted to die right now. She felt so..alone. She found a utility closet and opened it, cramming herself in between the cleaning supplies. She then closed the door and started to sob. Why? Why did this hurt so much? Why was she so sad and angry and...? Why was she hiding in a closet and crying when she had a boyfriend she could go to?

Malech's ploy to court and win her over was nothing new to Elizabeth. Especially during her first year, the woman was approached countless times. There were shy boys, and then there were crafty men. Those crafty men played the game that Malech did now. She found an odd liking though to Malech's participation in their dance around their passions and lust. And yet their bodies didn't sway to a rhythm or a beat. Malech sat upon the sofa across from her, and she now approached him in stride, keeping their distance minimal, hiding away none of her modesty. She embraced his eyes and his grin. It made him that much more handsome to her. Gods, when did Elizabeth take a liking to this man she sat next to in gym all year long or spoke to idly? She remembered him before this day as a man that she could hold a conversation with, but nothing more. The Mage saw this other magic user as simply an acquaintance. Now? Elizabeth was flashing the ladies before Malech while teasing him onward about despicable fantasies that she even found herself ashamed for thinking. And noticing a faint dampness betwixt her thighs.

Elizabeth resisted the urge to fully partake of her desires as she listened to Malech's little remark. So, he openly embraced his voyeurism? Ah, well in true words, his art did stem from watching. Especially so as he openly gazed at her pale cleavage. Once again, any man would receive the cold shoulder, a firm slap across the face. What did Elizabeth with him? She gave a haughty grin and teasingly pressed her arms against her sizable chest. The valley between her breasts deepened just slightly. Taunting him. Teasing him. Imagine those hands taking her chest into their palms. His bare hands. How soft they must feel. Never touched by another man. Skin flawless and smooth, without a single blemish. And that pale skin that would be such a lovely color compared against his own flesh. "My eyes are up here, Malech." Elizabeth spoke out softly. Her glare was playful as a soft snap of her fingers would be delivered to garner his attention. Still, she remained hunched over to keep them close.

Dainty fingers kneaded into his clothed legs ever so slightly. Oh she loved teasing him. She could see it contort in his expression. The very baser instincts of a man, to work on lust, to work on desire. She could see it. It was primal, and Elizabeth could tell that this man was teetering on the edge of insanity. "Regal and stoic... and powerful." Her voice cooed. Oh, keep the words coming. Elizabeth bathed in his compliments, this time a shiver running down her spine. "Oh yes, I agree. When I have Abigail on her hands and knees like the bitch she is, licking my boots, finally submitting to me and sobbing like the child she is, mmn..." A seductive sigh left her lips as she daydreamed of it. Such a powerful positions he had. And she pictured Malech, the eager young man hastily drawing away, like his life depended on it. "... Oh Malech, you'll paint me a gorgeous picture, won't you? I want to remember that sight forever and ever. The day I make Abigail Hunter fall from grace." Elizabeth whispered as she gave a bit harder of a squeeze upon his legs, sliding up ever so lightly until she was a mere two inches away from that hidden package of his.

It looked magnificent, and it wasn't even revealed to her! A quiver could be felt in her loins, the woman shivering again. But she kept in her hips mainly, remaining composed. Elizabeth was in control her, not Malech. Ah, but he kept showering her and paying her the deepest compliments, the sweetest of words, poured honey into her ears with every single word that seeped past his lips. But in that moment, she heard him say something that sparked her interest. He couldn't help it. He wanted to draw her. Now. And the moment he attempted to lean in to kiss her, he was met with one of her own gloved hands as her fingers pressed to his lips. A particularly naughty gaze filled her eyes, for that sentence alone filled her with such a classy, seductive kind of lust. "No sir. You haven't earned that." As she rose, Elizabeth let her hands slide up her sides, just ghosting along the edges of her breasts before the hand that touched his lips softly came to rest upon her own. She kissed her own fingers softly, looking at him with hooded eyes. "... Well, not yet." She both denied, yet promised him. Not yet? Time would tell when that could be.

But before she was through, a boot came to press upon his chest to sit him back. "Stay there." Elizabeth sighed out, her breathing starting to hitch as she moved merely a foot away and turned again. Resting herself upon the coffee table, directly in front of him, Elizabeth seductively smirked and began spreading her legs. Between them, Malech could see a lacy pair of panties, so characteristic of her, but even though they were somewhat see through, they had become extremely damp. The next thing he'd see, her hands teasing herself as they caressed her inner thighs. Elizabeth gave a single command to him as those fingers drew closer and closer to her soaked, clothed entrance.

"Draw me. Right now."

Alexander laid it on her. Hard. Without mercy, just like she did several days ago. That's right. Abigail got what she deserved now, and he shouldn't hold back. He should let her know exactly how he felt, how hurt he was, how much he wanted her to know how bad that hurt. Alexander wanted her to know what his pain felt like... but, now that it was said and done, and now that all the words that were burning in his skull and beneath his chest were out, it felt like several days ago. The man thought he would feel better. Alex was expecting to feel on top of the world right now. Especially now as Abigail couldn't reply back, just like him. Where she felt small and weak, like he did. Instead, it just felt like everything was wrong. Horribly wrong. And it started feel like that more and more as Abigail remained silent. It finally was too much for him, Alexander immediately snapping at her again.

"Well, what the fuck do you have to say?!" Anger filled his voice, but it didn't feel completely for her. And he couldn't have been... was he angry at himself? Suddenly though, Abigail's voice barely squeaked out loud as she stuttered. He wanted to tell her to speak up, but instead he silenced his own voice. That feeling again, where everything felt horribly wrong, returned again full force. Alexander's face went from furious to a softer, but more confused expression. She said, he didn't need her? The more she spoke, Alexander began to rethink on his words. The Berserker, like so many of his assignments, just acted without thinking. The words came flying out without much thought. Right now, it was like his brain finally caught up, and he was slowly becoming horrified by his words. Regret sunk in when she just agreed with him. She got what she wanted? He got what he wanted? Fuck, it didn't feel like that at all! "A-Ab-" Once again, Alexander found himself trying to call out her name once more, but it fell off. And then she apologized for the other day...

Oh fuck, what had he done?! Alexander opened his mouth to speak finally, knowing he had to just say something, but Abigail suddenly bolted down the steps. "A-Abby!" He called out desperately, watching her just leave. He tried to run after her, but his foot slid out on one of the steps, landing painfully on his ass on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. A pained grunt left him, pulling himself up on the railing. "Abby..." He muttered and went to the corner that she turned, only to lose sight of her. Alexander panicked, dashing down the hallway, back towards the offices or common rooms used by the students for club activities and such. He completely past the closet. Twice. And third time. And finally, he came to stop at the base of the stairs again, leaning against the railing as he stared at the floor. "A-Abby..." A shaky sigh left him as he run a hand through his hair, grasping at the roots painfully and letting out a angered grunt. "Fuck! Fuck!"

"Leander." Pietro's voice came out, catching the man's attention. It was only lucky for Alexander that Pietro hadn't seen any of that or heard it. The student captain approached Alexander, looking at him sternly. "I don't know what Abigail's talked to you about, but know your behavior is out of line. I don't care what Elliot might have said to enrage you, but you will not take it out on the students here." Pietro began, but the moment he tried to continue, Alexander shoved him off, running up the stairs and shutting his eyes tightly. He bit his lip so hard that he swore he tasted blood. He just wanted to get away from that man. That man that he hated so much, worse than Elliot. This was Pietro's fault! It had to be! If he didn't say anything, if he didn't pressure Abigail into answering and accepting him then maybe...! Maybe...!

... Maybe things wouldn't have ended up like this. Maybe Abigail would have ran off like that. Just maybe.

Elizabeth was a such a fucking tease. The way that she looked at him when she pressed her finger to his lips...he knew she wanted it! However, despite his pent up lust, he was a gentlemen. So he did not press any further. No, Elizabeth enjoyed control, and that's what he would give to her. Not yet...he hadn't earned it yet? Well he would do his damnedest to earn it as soon as he could. Oh the way that woman straightened herself up. A low growl came from his throat as he was about to stand up with her. Though his chest was met with a boot, which made him lean back and stare at her. As if he was a dog, she commanded him to stay. Though the oddest thing was...he didn't mind obeying her. Elizabeth was a living, breathing piece of art. The contours of her thoughts were simply overwhelming, and he was only just beginning to understand her.

All of this was real. She wasn't just faking to use him. Malech knew when a woman was faking all the time, which was why he hated Abigail Hunter. Everything about Elizabeth though? Completely genuine. She wasn't scared of being who she was, and that only attracted him more. He wondered exactly what their motivation was in the first place now. He had wanted to do this because Leander had stolen Hanna's attention. All of a sudden, that seemed stupid. Now he only wanted to do this to please her. He'd have to let her know that...He had to let her know how much he was willing to do just to please her. He never felt this way about any woman before, but Elizabeth...was showing him a type of attention he never got before. Her playing hard to get only made him want her more.

As Elizabeth sat herself down on the coffee table, he watched her spread her thighs just enough for him to see that sexy, plump outline of her womanhood. It was beautiful, and like a wolf he immediately caught scent of her arousal. His base instinct wanted to just grab her and have his way with her, but Malech was not an animal. He was a man. A man who loved art just as much if not more than sex. Though seeing her tease at the inside of her pale thighs only tested that artist will power of his. Even though his cock was hard and craving to be inside of Elizabeth, Malech nodded, that same grin on his face. "As you command, My Lady." He had never really had a subject that willingly posed for him. Anyone who wanted to never interested him enough.

Elizabeth? She was different. He felt like he could draw her over a hundred times and still never capture her beauty. He pulled out his sketch book and searched for the right pencil. One that was capable of coming close to the perfect that was Elizabeth. Good thing he had the right one. If he didn't he would have cursed himself for ruining the moment just to get more pencils. "Elizabeth," He breathed as he started his sketch, his eyes rising and falling from her to his paper. "I don't know if I can recreate the beauty and passion I sense within you, but I will do my very best. All of my sketches up until now of you have been absolute garbage...I didn't understand your inner beauty until now. So this will be my very best drawing of you...no...it will be my very best drawing ever. I'll do anything for you. Anything as long as you let me gaze upon your beauty. You are the definition of the art...you are the most beautiful specimen I have ever laid eyes on....I want you, I want you so badly! My feelings for you will be expressed on this sheet of paper!" He was getting lost as he drew her, and he continued to pay her compliments as he worked on his sketch.

"God," He groaned when he began to detail those wet panties of her. His breathing started to become ragged. Oh god, his cock was throbbing...it was hard to concentrate but Malech would do it...he wanted to detail it all. Everything. From the lust in her eyes, to the dampness in her lacy underwear. He was done in just under an hour, and by the time it was over, he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. "You're so beautiful, Elizabeth. Your charm is absolutely bewitching. My heart won't stop racing.."

Abigail finally stopped crying when the hallway had gone silent. Oh fuck..how long had she been in here? She probably looked terrible. Beyond terrible. And she stood up Pietro, telling him she'd be right back. Damn it! Why was she such a horrible person? How could anyone love her..? Alexander was right, she had a bitchy attitude. The only person who liked being around her she was completely respectful towards him. Because she knew he was better than him. Pietro was older and a lot more experienced, so she knew he was better. Anyone else though? She probably held herself to a higher standard. She remembered her first day at Accel, how she judged every single one of her peers and wrote most of them off as worthless. What was wrong with her? What made her better than anyone else? All she did was study...

That's right. At the end of the day, the only thing that separated her from the other students was that she was constantly studying. She had ignored that part of her knowledge. She wasn't particular adept at magic. If she was, she wouldn't need so many books from her family library. There were some people who were just born talented. She had to crawl her way up a mountain to get where she was now. Why even try anymore? What was she even doing here? She wanted to make her parents proud, but Elliot had already done that. Even if she did get into the Chevalier, it would probably be the same as here. No one would like her. No one would partner up with her, since Chevs worked in pairs typically. So there was no point..no point in anything now that Alexander hated her.

She started questioning her thoughts again. Why was Alexander's opinion so important? So important that she now found herself the most worthless woman in the world? There had to be a reason, and yet she did not want to look deep enough in herself. She didn't want to see the truth because..because she had Pietro now. Abigail went back to the cafe in search of Pietro. Had he gone back to his room? He probably hated her now, too. She basically disappeared not even five minutes after they agreed to be with each other. Abigail sniffled and tried her best to not let anyone notice that she was crying. She was glad she couldn't find Pietro right away...she could have time to gather her thoughts and her eyes would get less puffy as the time went by.

What had overcome Elizabeth for her to play such a damn temptress? She wasn't exactly clear on it. There were a few things on her mind, and that included both her own arousal, Malech's, and how her voyeuristic artist played into both of the prior points. It fueled her lust onward, allowing her hands to glide and tease her inner thighs, every single caress just sending sparks of arousal surging through her frame. Elizabeth loved the fact too that Malech not only allowed her to do what she had been doing, but also obeyed. The woman was definitely playing hard to get, but she also wanted him to know who was in charge, and who held the reigns. She loved being in control, and she could already picture how their night with Ms. Abigail would go. She found half of her body wanting to whip, torture, and shame that woman to no end. But the other half, oh how she felt naughty for such a realization, but this half wanted to pose both herself and the bitch in such ways to grant Malech the perfect scene to paint and draw. Already she had something in mind, and she had a feeling that Malech would enjoy it. In fact, she planned for him to.

Elizabeth just pictured the woman on her hands and knees, her clothes torn apart. She imagined that the ugly sweater she always wore exposed those pitiful breasts that she hid all the time. Were they perky? Large? Or did Abigail have a laughable chest that Elizabeth could mock her about? Ah, but she moved on to that skirt just completely gone. Elizabeth had a feeling that she might have a decent behind. She'd enjoy whipping it, slapping it, making taking an electric wand to it and letting her feel that painful shocks along the taut skin. Oh, and Abigail would be licking her boots the entire time she was doing this. Meanwhile, Malech would be drawing the perfect picture for the both of them. Oh she wanted a copy. So she could savor the moment over and over again. But gods, now she was having thoughts of Malech shoving that large... beautiful... cock into...!

A sudden moan and gasp mixed together to escape her lips. How long was she daydreaming while Malech was drawing her? To her pleasured surprise, Elizabeth could hear and see her laced up fingers beneath her matching panties, fingering herself to no end. Pants escaped the usually composed woman, and now she felt like a fire was burning in her entire form. Especially in her groin. "M-Malech..." Elizabeth weakly sighed out as her fingers plunged into her deeper. Oooo, that felt amazing. She needed more. The other hand soon dived in as well and worked on rubbing her throbbing clitoris. The moment they came in contact together, Elizabeth arched slightly and gave such a feminine and lustful moan. It spurred her on further as she heard Malech's words. As completely lewd and inappropriate their positions were now, god, Malech sounded like such a romantic. If she were any other woman, she'd drool over his words. Instead, she drooled from another mouth as he continued.

Malech professed his desires. His wants. How beautiful she was. How long had she been doing this? Oh she didn't care. Instead, as he drew closer to an end, Elizabeth was moaning more frequently. She spread her legs further apart to give him the best view, but as well as to get better access to her own soaking wet pussy as she drew closer to orgasm. "Malech!" Elizabeth gasped, trying to hold on desperately, yet to no avail. Elizabeth wanted to tease him more, but she instead found herself falling over into a chasm of ecstasy. In that next moment, the Mage in front of him suddenly went rigid as her fingers worked her over to no return. Elizabeth tossed her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream as he body jerked lightly with each incredible wave of pleasure. She was no stranger to masturbation, but for some reason, Malech watching her? It felt so much fucking better. These panties were ruined, her coffee table a mess of her own bodily fluids as she came down from the high. The expression she wore on her face was one of pure satisfaction, and a hunger for more.

"Mmn, Malech." The temptress cooed out and stood once more. Despite the rather powerful orgasm, she still sauntered to him with that same sway of her hips. But she went further than just leaning over and displaying her chest to him. Malech would find her in his lap, much closer that before. In fact, her soaked groin was grinding ever so teasingly on to his own demanding cock. Oh, Malech felt quite large indeed. How he must be straining to not rip through his own pants. "Open your mouth." She ordered with a gasp, and once he complied, Elizabeth would smirk. The same fingers deep inside her hot tunnel pressed upon his tongue, swirling around and panting his mouth with her fluids. "Take me in with more than just your eyes now, Malech. Savor this taste. Don't ever forget it. This is the taste of your greatest masterpiece, Elizabeth Von Rosencratz." Once she was done, her hands rested upon his shoulders. "Now, I want one more thing from you..."

"... Get out." Elizabeth suddenly left his lap and stood up, straightening her dress out. Would Malech be confused? Distraught? Frustrated? Oh, she hoped so. Because she wanted to use that. "We have much to prepare, my voyeuristic artist. Time is of the essence. But do your job well, please me, and I'll let you draw me some more. Your notebook needs more of me anyway." Elizabeth teased with a promising grin as she began to rush him out. Once at the door, she let him step out before she playfully patted his chest. "I want you focused for when our plan will be executed, Malech. And bring that frustration with you. I have a need for it." And with like that, the door was shut in his face. Elizabeth just drew him in, and then denied him, just like that. Just like the temptress she was. But, that pat on his chest was something more. For if Malech paid attention, he'd find her soaked, lacy panties in his hands. When did she...?

Pietro had began looking for Abigail after that, and it had been a good few ten or 15 minutes before the older student found Abigail. Whether this was enough time for Abigail or not, they would have to see. "Abigail, where were you? Did Leander do something to you? I just saw him not too long ago, and he just ran up the stairs." The student captain displayed a level of affection that did seem rather odd at first. After all, for the entire time he was here, Pietro focused solely on work and Accel. To think of him with a girlfriend now, it seemed just out of place. However, he just made it more curious to watch as Pietro hugged Abigail. "I don't know what he said, but I'm glad you're all right. I was worried when you disappeared that he might have harmed you." Perhaps no physically, if he truly knew. But he pulled away gently to give her a warm smile. A hand came up to caress her cheek. "It's late. Your eyes look exhausted. Perhaps we should take it easy. Do you want me to walk you to your dorm?" That meant probably that Hannabelle and Alexander would be there. Did she really want that?

Either way, they would both retire for the night. There were many things going on, and so much drama surrounded not only Abigail, but Hannabelle and Alexander as well, not to mention several other people as well in Accel. But time had past. The student break had passed and exams were finally over. There was a slow day right afterwards, but there was no sleep for the weary. Assignments soon picked back up, and the students were put through their ordinary class assignments. Hannabelle and Alexander seemed to be growing a bit tense. Alexander didn't harm her or anything, not even close to it. However, the man seemed extremely distant or would space out at times. Not to mention that the Berserker would be gone for several hours some nights, but always returned. Sure, he said he loved her, showed her a smile now and then, but it was difficult to fool Hanna, no doubt. There was something obvious troubling his mind, but he didn't relent. Instead, the Berserker just suggested either sleep or to get to class before they were late.

Abigail and Pietro were officially a couple, much to Oscar's display as he lost a bet to both Amethyst and Alan, saying that it would be more to the end of this year that they would begin. More importantly though, news quickly spread about the latest Accel relationship, and it was hot news. Elizabeth caught wind of this, but instead of pure rage, she had on a smirk at the time. Things were just getting better, and the elder Mage knew that Abigail would be further planted into believe anything the fake Pietro drawn by Malech would say. And speaking of him, they seemed to have more time together. Elizabeth had tea with him, posed in the library or park with him drawing her. As innocent as it may have seemed, there was a little glint in her eyes that said something deeper. Her time with Malech was not only meant for scheming, but deep down, she couldn't help but be drawn to him. Could it? No, Elizabeth was the one who had men fawning over her, not the other way around. Still, there were some strange feelings bubbling beneath the surface.

However, it was one clear, sunny morning that Pietro sat in his office, working on some documents. He curiously wondered what Abigail was up to, finding himself smiling at the mere thought of her. Is this what a relationship truly felt like? It was a very pleasant feeling. And to have Abigail as his girlfriend, it was even more pleasant. "We should do something else besides coffee every now and then. A date, yes..." Pietro paused from his paperwork to lean back in his chair, looking towards the window as he plotted a date night. What would be good though? There was probably a nice restaurant and such in town. Maybe a fine dining establishment, to treat her well. Abigail would probably enjoy a venue like that. The student captain smiled and nodded with his eyes closed. Yes, that would be perfect. And it would be an amazing night out with her. A night where they didn't have to think about Accel at all. Just themselves.

Upon opening his eyes, he was met with the appearance of Red, who stared out the window as well. Pietro's smile immediately left his lips, as this man never truly came for small talk. Usually his appearance meant something rather important. And as if he read his thoughts, Red answered that suspicion. "You have an examination that I will be proctoring. You will be taking this exam with Abigail Hunter. And you are to report immediately to the selected examiner. I am to escort you both." Red said in a leveled voice. Standing up, he crossed his arms and approached Pietro's desk.

"We're both taking this exam?" Odd. A First Year and Fourth Year both being tested on the same exam? Their levels were vastly spread apart, and that wasn't just saying power. What kind of exam was this?

"Your questions will be answered later. For now, we'll find Abigail Hunter. Please contact her to meet us in your office." Red told him, soon taking a seat upon the sofa within Pietro office. Red was another Fourth Year, like him. Just like Elliot though, he was gone for a great deal of time, though his assignments were particularly specific to him, tasks that other Fourth Years were barred from completing. Mainly because they were coming from a specific instructor who was currently out handling some demon threats. However, he didn't have much time to think. Pietro assumed that this was a particularly important exam, so he wasted no time in telepathically reaching out to Abigail and asking her to come to his office as soon as possible. To make sure she didn't confuse anything, he did mention it was important and that they were both needed for something. Pietro didn't have much details from Red, but he was sure whoever the examiner was, they would receive any and all information they needed to know.

All break Abigail had neglected to go back to her dorm despite being under house arrest. She had spent her break with Pietro, or alone in the library with his approval. She did go back to sleep, though if she saw either Hanna or Alexander, she ignored them. Both of them had lashed out at her, all she did was make them miserable..there was no reason to even try anymore. On the plus side, she and Pietro were getting along well. Well, it was more than just getting along. They were being actually being pretty cute together. They held hands all the time. It took Abigail a little while to get used to the attention he gave her, but it was nice. She even cooked for him, since she had no one else to cook for.

Their relationship seemed innocent enough. They occasionally gave each other kisses on the cheek, but Abigail was far too shy to do anything more. That bothered her, especially when she thought about Hannabelle and Alexander. Those two were already having sex together. Maybe Alexander wasn't the type of man Abigail thought he was. She thought for sure he was just as shy as her when it came to things like that, especially because of how he used to react to Hannabelle. But she tried very hard not to compare her relationship to theirs. Especially because all she wanted was to forget about Alexander. Easier said than done...he plagued her mind whenever she was asleep or awake.

Sometimes she would just have the weirdest dreams about him. Dreams she didn't understand at all. Sometimes he would be very cruel to her. Those were the nightmares that she had. Though most of the times, her dreams involved him begging her to break up Pietro. She didn't know why she continued having the same dreams so frequently, but she did her best to ignore them. He was happy...he didn't need her, she just needed to leave them alone. Besides, having a relationship with her senior..a man who was so popular, so powerful..so stiff. Well she should have been proud that he had chosen her, a first year who always had her head in her books. At least she could be herself around him.

Abigail was in her dorm when Pietro sent her a telepathic message for her to meet him at his office. At first she wasn't sure what to make of it, but when he said they both were being summoned...she just felt even more confused. Maybe they were finally going to lift her restriction? She figured that was fair. Elizabeth didn't seem to be under much punishment. At least though, her and Malech were distracting each other and leaving her alone. Of course they still glared at her occasionally. Well Malech did. Elizabeth was just grinning evil at her. Whatever, that woman was completely strange.

She put on her glasses and then slowly opened the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. Alexander and Hanna weren't out in the common area at least, so she could leave in peace. The walk to Pietro's office was long, but she eventually got there. "Pietro? What's going on?" She asked as she walked in, though the minute she saw Red, she grimaced. For some reason she always got a bad feeling around him. Then again, she had nearly fainted when she first saw him. "Oh...hello..." She wasn't sure what his name was really.

The moment Abigail would walk in, she wouldn't feel that suffocating aura that Red seemed to have a lot. Pietro's own aura seemed to be quelling it some. Her boyfriend gave a light smile, first giving her a small wave as he welcomed her in. "Well, that's a good question. One that I have myself but haven't received an answer to." He motioned for her to sit, pivoting his chair towards Red. "Forgive me, Abigail, I don't believe you've met Red before. Well, you've seen him, but haven't met him." He told her. The mask upon his face hid his eyes, and any sort of expression could be hard to tell, for the man's lips didn't move or show expression unless the man was speaking, and even then, they were rather stoic looking.

"This is Red. Red, this is Abigail Hunter, a First Year who's already showing a great amount of skill. Red is a Fourth Year that has specialized assignments. Also, he's our Sword Expert within Accel, as well as a Realm Scouter." Pietro seemed to pause at that, looking at the taller male. "I assume that would be why you have an assignment for us, is that correct? If you're not running a specific assignment for Professor Samael, you are patrolling uncharted parts of our known realms. Did you happen to find something while on one of your trips?" A Realm Scouter was one of the more dangerous positions within Accel and even had some work alongside with Chevalier members, although it wasn't considered Chevalier work. As the realms were vast and huge, they needed to keep a watchful eye. Scrying couldn't go too far, and sending out the Mage too far out in uncharted territory was dangerous. As such, more traditional methods were implemented, and thus there were the Realm Scouters. Red, although that being his nickname, had been hand selected by the Headmaster as a Realm Scouter since the beginning of his Fourth Year. He had been on countless trips out into unmapped and rather dangerous territory. If anyone in all of Accel had put their life in danger many times and not known it, it was Red.

Said man nodded lightly, turning his head towards Pietro. "Yes. Professor Samael had relayed a message to me that one of our satellite outposts in a more heavily used realm was ransacked and destroyed. There were no students there at the time." Pietro seemed to sigh in relief, ushering him on. "Tracks though showed that this was an organized group. A small party of demons, though their destruction was rather large. I'm unaware of what kind of pack of demons in any of our realms that would be able to form together like this. We disbanded any and all large groups of demons that worship or follow Alpha Demons. We may have a new threat. However, with that said, we believe we've pinpointed them. They have been moving for some time, apparently looking for something themselves. According to their pace though, we believe they'll stop for a short break, and that's where you two will be as well. And very soon."

Red stood up and moved to the door, opening it. "You will strike them while their defenses are down. Pietro, you're our strongest student, and we need to utilize your abilities. Abigail Hunter, you are to provide him support and backup. You will be graded as well for this assignment, but be aware that your main priorities are to support Pietro and ensure both of you succeed the mission." It seemed that while both Abigail and Pietro were going on this mission, things sounded more like that the only one actually being observed on this assignment was Abigail. Not only that, but Red said he would be the field proctor. For a mission? "Are there any questions?"

"Red," Pietro began, looking at him curiously. "Only Abigail is being graded? Not only that, this sounds more like a mission than anything else. And as we know, anyone being graded while out in a realm is to be monitored by a field proctor. So you will be keeping back while we do the work? As far as we know, this is still uncharted territory despite the fact that Realm Scouters have observed the area a far bit already." He expressed his concerns, looking over to Abigail. It was even more unsettling that they specifically asked for Pietro to intercept these demons. With that in mind, he felt a bit of a nervous chill down his spine. "... What Rank is this assignment, Red?"

"This is a Rank A assignment, hence why you have been called in to complete it." Red said calmly. "We need to leave now. Time is short, and we need to teleport you two there."

"Rank A?!" Pietro shot up to his feet as he slapped the desk. His face showed some objection as he approached towards Red, who seemed to be forcing them into this rather than getting their two cents on it. "Not only is it absolutely ludicrous to send a First Year on a Rank A mission, but Abigail's life will be in danger. I'm just one man, Red. You're asking me to go up against a slew of demons that are actually a threat?" Abigail was strong. She was skilled. And she was smart. But this was something different. Yes, her life was put into harm's way in previous assignments, but even with Red watching, Abigail could die on this mission. He couldn't just let this slide. "What is this even for? What is this grade for-"

Red was already moving out of the office, beckoning them to follow with a simple wave of his hand. "That's classified per the Headmaster's discretion. Abigail will learn of this after her grade is received. In addition," Red looked over his shoulder at Pietro. "Do not let your emotions cloud your focus, Pietro. Your life is in much danger as her's will be, and an unfocused mind will get you killed." And with that, the discussion was ended. As much as Pietro demanded more from his fellow Fourth Year, anything from the Headmaster was a firm order. They couldn't go against him. Pietro just sighed as he took Abigail's hand, squeezing it gently. He looked at her worriedly.

"Watch your back out there. I don't want you getting hurt." He told her before they were walking along. Or, they would be, but suddenly they were teleported to a forested area, much like Abigail's exam for entrance to Accel. "W-What?!" Red's voice suddenly clicked in their minds telepathically, a skill apparently reserved for Fourth Year use, like a kind of radio communication without the equipment.

"It seems we had taken too long, and it was deemed that you two needed to be moved to the location immediately." He began to explain. The man didn't appear to be near by, or if he was, his aura was hidden extremely well. "You are approximately two miles away from the target. To prevent your auras from being picked up, I'm keeping you both under a shroud to hide your magical presence. This can't apply to any physical scents or sounds. Approach the demons cautiously with that in mind." Red warned them. If he hid their auras as well, then he must have been nearby. And this was probably the most help they would get from him minus saving their lives in case things went awry. Which, Pietro sincerely hoped that it didn't. He looked to Abigail and nodded firmly, drawing out his blade and beginning to head towards where he sensed demonic energy. Two miles wouldn't be too long of a walk, but Pietro knew they couldn't move too slowly. They were camping for the night after all, just a small break. They needed to go in quick, and get out twice as fast.