The Mistress' Revenge

Professor Hank

The human world is a strange place to be. All that talk about beauty, and yet there is nothing of that sort here. I have been stuck in the realm for over a year and all I have seen is misery, death and the worst kind of cruelty. Even with a cover that doesn't demand much from me, I know this world was destined to damnation. All, except her.

Jane Wilson. Age twenty. Human. Height of five feet. The most interesting pair of brown eyes. And the most enticing blonde locks. It was as if destiny had me mocking, when I bumped into her application.

"You are not going to find her, Theodore," Lady Versailles had told me. Indeed. I didn't have to. She found me, instead. Jane Wilson had been a part of the hoax of a programme that I had created to lure in the potential matches for the vassal. Our only hope at finding Lady Vanya's soul. She had to be someone who was throat deep into the world of fiction and couldn't seem to live without it. It couldn't be anyone but her.

"But what if we do find her, my lady," I didn't know back then that I would, in fact. Lady Versailles had something of a sweet spot for her sister. She had planned her death differently than the other members of the royal family. Versailles had pushed Vanya into the bedchamber of Duke Lewis Canton. Her plan had failed monumentally.

On her way back from Duke Canton's house, the carriage was ambushed. Red Daggers, they had all suspected. All that was left of Vanya was her cold body. And yet, there was a pulse. To kill her then would be hapless.

"Theo, my love," she said, the sight of her motionless sister had made her ecstatic. The vile woman that Versailles was. "Find me Vanya's soul," she urged.

I didn't love Versailles anymore than the royal treasury. If not, she would feed me to the crowd and have me dying in cold blood. Versailles didn't value will. She valued fear. Before long, I was on my way to the human realm. And there... I met her.

"Professor..." Her naive eyes traced mine. God. She was beautiful. Even in a realm beyond hers, Vanya had found a way to be more beautiful than her sister.

"Jane," her name was soft against my lips. It took me a while to get accustomed to it. Vanya. Jane. They were supposed to be the same. Yet, I had a feeling that Jane, or Vanya, had no idea who she was. Or, she was lying.

"Professor, here's the report you asked for. If it weren't for Corin..." I narrowed my eyes at her, and she stuttered. She was like a little rabbit. So scared. So soft. So tameable. If only I could have my own liberties with her. And her eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes. I wanted to possess her. Beyond reason. At least here, I knew I could.

"You can go," I tell her. Her lies seemed to be so stupid. The real Vanya would never make such lame excuses. I haven't heard about anyone who gets dizzy over spicy scenes in novels. Did this girl grow up in a monastery or something? And then she even kissed my crotch. If it weren't for the bad timing, I could have cherished the moment so well. Felt her right where I needed her.

"About the other day, Professor," she chimes, and I look at her with scrutiny. She is still wearing one of those tops that highlighted her bust. And that long ugly skirt that ended up to her knees. They always made me wonder what was going on down there. And her hair. She always wore them down. No ties. Just lose wild locks running everywhere. She was everything that I wanted in a woman. So good for bedding.

"I am sorry. For everything," she tells me. I realised that I was still watching her. Was it wrong? My marriage with Versailles wasn't sealed. And Vanya. Let's just say that she has always been so enticing. If only she had wanted me... She would let me take what I want.

"Jane, if I were to keep track of everything you have done wrong... I would have a list longer than the line you are blocking," I seethed. The flash of fear in her face, made it all worth it as she strutted away. I was stuck here for another hour.

Being a Professor on Earth was a nasty job. I couldn't even just tell anyone that they are the absolute worst at writing literally. I had to teach them how to get better at it.

"Professor..." A strange voice. That one. I lifted my gaze to find a student. He wasn't someone I'd see regularly in my class. He had platinum blonde hair, and blue eyes. He was clad in a leather jacket. Even his pants had traces of leather. And then there were those boots. How does one even walk in them?

"I don't think I know you. What are you doing in my class?" I ask him, and the queue turns into humming of murmurs. Typical college students.

"You don't, Professor. I have been transferred here. To study under your guidance. For the next six months," he produces a thick file with a binder.

"You will have all the documents that you need in there," he tells me, his lips curling into a smile.

"Alright. And what do I call you?" I asked him, as his gaze narrowed suspiciously.

"Everything that you need, you'll find in that file," he said, looking into my eyes and there it was. The faint glow of his eyes.

"I see, so good to see you," I tell him. Versailles. That wretched woman. She wouldn't let me have my fun. Well then, bring it on. For I would stop at nothing to get what I want. In this realm, Vanya will be mine to take. And only mine.