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As the night grew colder and the sky darker Aquila began to think of returning toward the school. It was a hard decision to make considering the itch to go further, to explore more was almost painful within her now. But like the good student that she was, she headed down the path to the school. The night was when the forest truly came alive in her opinion. Every shadow hiding something new under its darkness. A shame that she would have to miss the night from fully developing. But it was necessary. Pretty soon teachers would be taking the grounds in search of students breaking curfew. And the punishment wasn’t worth one night out. At least not yet. That map….there had to be a copy of the school grounds. If she could find it….and the usual walking routes made by the school’s sentries….

Then that would truly be a great night out. Now all she needed to do was figure out where the map was hidden. Shouldn’t be that hard to do. There was only so many places it could be. And she was just determined enough to find it. As she carefully ruled out as many places as she could Aquila carefully stepped over the leafy ground. Only the shining lights from still lit windows her guide as she tread the darkened forest. If there was one thing she could say about the school…it had some interesting architecture. Tall stone towers surrounded by even taller stone walls. The design had to be at least 18th century at least. No…certainly older than even that. Whatever the case the main question was who could even own such a thing…if her guess held true. The most she could tell it belonged to someone with a great amount of money. And certainly a great amount of power if they were able to put this school together, bring the teachers, the costs of books, and renovated rooms. But someone without the barest sense of observation could tell that. As she reached the outer doors the thought hit her that maybe the benefactor had the map to the school. It would make sense. They were the one that renovated the place, the one that would have the updated blueprints to the school and its ground. But would they hide something like that. It was just a map. Nothing most students would be interested in. There was no way that it was something the could hurt somebody…

Lost him. There was no doubt of that. At least not in his mind. Not when the only thing that seemed to fill the hall was his own blustering presence. He must have taken a wrong turn along the way. That had to be the only explanation. No matter how large the school could claim to be, after a while the halls began to be familiar. If only if one paid attention. And Marcel was anything but inattentive when it came to finding his way.

Now his question would never receive an answer. At least not this night. What and why that situation had happened will remain a mystery.And what or who that guy had reminded him of a unsolved problem that he would have to wait until he could try again. And he despised waiting. None the less he made a about face and headed instead toward the dorms. No matter how he would love to continue this hunt. It would do him no good if he didn’t have a trail to follow. The very fact that he didn’t rubbed him raw. But…as said before…following without a lead was a moot point. He had a feeling the his mood was perceptible. And at this moment he really didn't care. He didn't like not knowing something. It made him think that there was some lack within him. Knowledge that was just out of his reach. And he despised that type of feeling as well.

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It was time, almost eleven-O-clock… And Andy left the cafeteria, headed outside onto the grounds. It was time for him to put his plan into action, to awaken Snow White himself. The street rat walked around the building until he got to the girl’s dorms, they were on the second floor but that was no problem for the ex-thief. He scaled the building with ease, simply putting hand over hand and arriving up on Bianca’s balcony in less then a minute. When he got up there he found a large collection of roses. Awesome, he could take a few on his way out, surprise Eph.

Andy tried the knob on the balcony door and it was open, the room inside was dark and Bianca was sound asleep on her bed… Perfect. Andy took off his shirt and walked over to the sleeping girl, sitting down on the bed beside her, pulling the blanket off of her as he did. Our Hero then lay down over the girl and his lips met hers, he kissed her softly and whispered.

“Bianca, Wake up darning.”

His eyes danced with the amusing game he was playing and he reached for her wrists with both of his hands, pulling them up over her head, and holding them there. Girls loved this kid of thing, or at least Andy thought they did.

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Andy moved Bianca's wrists into just hie left hand and slipped his right hand down and under the hem of the girl's pajamas. His callused fingers played on her torso and found there way up to her chest.

"I'm wooing you."

He chuckled as she started to laugh. Her body was warm and soft and she wasn't really struggling or even acting like she didn't want him... She totally wanted him! Perfect! Andy kissed the girl's neck, sucking on her neck with vigor. He released her wrists so that he could work on getting her pants off and out of the way.

"I'm your prince."

He smirked though the kiss and moved back up to her lips, forcing his tongue into her soft mouth. she was good... but kind of like kissing a rag doll. Eph was better...

"Now. Shhhh..."

He slipped a hand under the hem of her waistband and much lower... He made sure to kiss her at the same time, keeping her mouth busy with his. The boy was surprised that this might ever really work, but it was amazing. He had seen Bianca as a cold shrew... But in fact she was a slutty loose whore... More even then Bridge, and he had never been allowed to get with bridge.

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Andy cut off Bianca's words with a kiss. He helped her to undress and when she reached for him and press her palms into his chest he chuckled, she was really into this. The kid shimmied out of his jeans and soon his warm skin was against Bianca's.

The boy was excited and if Bianca was in any normal state she would have been able to tell. He silenced her with a kiss while he worked his legs in between hers. One of his hands grabbed at her chest and the other reached down to remove any fabric that was abstracting his path.

"Shhh... It's okay."

He cooed and closed his eye as he brought their bodies closer together then she had ever known possible. He let out a little groan and the hand that was on her chest reached up to rest on her shoulder.

Andy never imagined that Bianca would be so willing with herself, but he was in no position to complain. The girl was acting allmost like she had been waiting for him, just laying there.

It wasn't Andy's fault... Okay it was but he didn't know she was on medication, he thought she was just into him.

{I beleve a time skip is in order...}

❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅

Bianca hadn't hoped for that. All he did was silence her by pressing his lips to hers. It was easy to go along with the kiss. That's why she tried so damn hard to fight it. She didn't pay any mind to the fact he had basically undressed her, no, she was far to focused on trying to get her body to fight with her. Her mind was half screaming in protest, the other part wanted her to just relax.

Wait? Why would only half of her mind want Andy to stop? This was Andy we were talking about. It took a moment for Bianca to understand why. Ayden was dating Bridge, which meant he was probably doing the same thing right now with the other school slut. Why should she abstain if he wasn't? She already knew Ayden wasn't a virgin. No, he hadn't been one since before Ever After. Why should he have her pure when everything's said and done? Especially if she wouldn't get the same from him.

He shouldn't, plain as that. She didn't want to be stuck with him regardless. Not that Ayden wasn't a good guy or anything, she just hated the option being taken from her. No, she shouldn't get her happy ending shoved down her throat. She should be able to make her own, choose how it ended.

As for Andy...She had said she wanted to make it up to him for earlier. To the manwhore, this was probably the best way to do so. Also, this might get Andy to lose interest in her. A way to get him and his drama away from her. So, in a mental about-face, she went about cooperating with Andy. Despite her effort, she just didn't feel it, didn't enjoy it.

By the time things were said and done, she realized something else. That she wasn't made to be a spiteful person. No, the knot in her stomach told her that much. It was a stupid idea. She didn't even get anything out of it. Worse, he'd blab about the whole thing. No, Andy wouldn't let it fade from memory, he'd throw it in Stetson's face, making it all the worse for her.

By that time she had became more alert, awake completely. However, she just detached herself from him and rolled over, feigning sleep in the hopes he'd just leave. She had something she had to do...



If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
Worth every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences

Stetson Schraeder

The King of Thieves



After he helped Pol up, Schraeder was unsurprised to see him stand on his own and make his shaky way out. This was a delicate time for Pan, so leaving him on his own was probably the best thing Schraeder could do. And speaking of delicate times, there was Bianca, right next to him, looking up at him. He swallowed and took a breath, but before he could apologize for earlier or do anything, she was talking, and then...

Had she just kissed his cheek? For a few seconds after she ran off, Schraeder remained standing in the middle of the cafeteria, fighting a smile as he headed back to his seat. The spot where her lips had touched his face was warm, and he felt pretty happy with himself all in all. Once he was seated, though, he became acutely aware of how he appeared, and immediately stifled all of his romantic and idiotic thoughts and again assumed his kingly demeanor.

"That was quite the show," he said, nonchalant, gesturing over his shoulder at where the fight had taken place. "Poor Pan. She...he helped me to fly today. I can't let something like this go without looking into it; I owe him that much. But knowing Pan...he probably got himself into this situation."

He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. "Well, nothing for it now. I'm pretty much done eating - I'll see you later, Marcel. It was a pleasure meeting you." With a sincere nod, Schraeder stood and took his dishes back to be cleaned. He left the cafeteria without another word to anyone, ignoring any that might be attempting to gain the King's attention.

After wandering the darkened grounds for about an hour, enjoying the solitude and the smell of the empty forest, the King decided that it would be acceptable to indulge in one of his old hobbies, before the Academy had scouted him. Grinning mischievously, he made his way to the roof via the stairs, until he stood on the roof of the main building in the moonlight. Arms spread wide, he calmly walked along the edge of the tall roof, the long drop seeming to not bother him as his balance never wavered.

After a few minutes, he hopped back onto the roof proper and looked towards the dorms. They were a floor shorter, and only ten feet away. Not a problem at all. Jogging slowly, then faster and faster until he was sprinting, Schraeder launched himself up and landed lightly on the raised edge of the roof for only a second before he pushed off, flying out into the empty space between buildings. For a heartbeat and a half, nothing was below his feet but a long, multi-story drop to the cement path, but in Schraeder's mind, he was flying.

Then the clock ticked again, and he was on the roof of the dorms. Crying breathlessly, Schraeder tucked into a neat roll and found himself hopping to keep his balance as he laughed uproariously to himself. He hadn't free-run in months now, and he had missed it. Feeling loose, he ran and jumped over every obstacle on this roof, like air conditioning machines and giant metal pipes and cement expanses.

At one point Schraeder looked over the side of the dorms and saw the balcony system. He glanced from balcony to balcony until he spotted his, then memorized the path and closed his eyes. Stepping up to the edge, he spread his arms once more before plunging over the side. He fell for a moment before landing lightly on the topmost balcony, but instead of stopping he jumped over to the right and fell again, landing on a different balcony. He repeated this process over and over again, each time landing gracefully and silently, until he stood outside of his own room. Drawing a key from his pocket, he let himself into his room and collapsed on his bed with a sigh.

After a while he pulled out his expensive laptop and began to do his schoolwork. He looked very official, sitting at his desk with his glasses still on, his hair still drawn back into a neat ponytail and his shirt still arranged to the perfection of style. After an hour, however, of doing work (and doing it well - the king rarely got less than an A on any assignment), he realized that he was still dressed and could afford to relax. Making himself a cup of tea (he would get better at making tea, damn it), he sat down with a book and read.

The King naturally did not sleep much. He was rightfully wary of those trying to take his position, as well as wanting to be able to react to any situation that may arise in the night. The more he thought about it, he found himself thinking of Bianca, and the vile things Andy had said he would visit upon her. Still, Schraeder had seen him and the Sorcerer's Apprentice tongue-kissing, so maybe things hadn't turned out that way after all.

Schraeder decided to take a hot shower before going to bed, so at about the same time Andy was finishing up, he hopped into his bathroom and began to shower.

❅Bianca❅Aneira❅VonStumph❅

Bianca did her best not to cringe when Andy thanked her. How odd was that. She laid still until she was absolutely certain that he had left. As soon as she was sure, she got up and threw the covers violently from her bed, moving then to the sheets, and finally tearing the pillows from the cases. The linens all ended up in a mass pile on the floor. They were dirty, and needed to be cleaned. Plus, this helped with the rage she had at herself. Throwing things in anger could be quite fun.

Next thing on the agenda was take care of herself. She felt dirty and empty, hollow. Bianca stalked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. Before long, the bathroom was steamed up, as it should be. She stepped into the shower, ignoring the sting of the heat. She scrubbed and scrubbed at her skin, making it raw. She had to make sure she got as clean as possible.

She stepped out, her pores feeling completely open. That made her feel a fraction of a bit better. Bianca had thought while showering. Andy might not let her forget it, but she could always retort that he couldn't even make her orgasm. His reputation would go down the tube. At that thought, she smirked to herself. She towel dried her hair as best as possible before brushing through it looking at herself in the mirror briefly. There were hickies on her neck, and seeing them only solidified in her mind what she had to do. No way to hide them tomorrow. Might as well confess tonight.

Next step was getting herself clothed. She went to her dresser and pulled out an old baggy t-shirt, sweatpants, and her undergarments. It didn't take her long to put them all on. She looked at her bed. There was no way she could go back to sleep now. She was too awake. Bianca turned toward her closet. Knowing Andy, he'd probably do his best to let Stetson know what had happened between them two.

That only meant that she had to get to him first. Without a second thought, she slipped on a pair of flip flops and headed out of her dorm. She made her way towards the boy's dorms. Unfortunately for her, Andy was sitting outside the dorm right next to Stetson's. With a stiff upper lip, she didn't even cast him a glance as she passed by. While doing so, she spotted roses in his hands. No doubt had they come from the vast collection on her balcony. Good, he could have the damn things for all she cared. She hated the smell of roses just about as much as she hated him. Wait, she hated him? When did she decide that? It didn't matter, though. It only took her a moment to realize that it was true.

Bianca hesitated a moment at Stetson's door before knocking. She took a deep breath and knocked solidly on the door. Waiting for a response she hoped he could forgive her.



If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
Worth every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences