94. Collided..
The bell rang, sharp and metallic, cutting through the lecture hall.
Marcelline rose from her seat with that calm, angelic aura she carried everywhere — the kind that made ordinary people stop breathing for a second when she walked by. Students around her were still buzzing, laughing, gossiping, whispering about her beauty as always…
But she ignored them.
Her mind was far away… in the shadows.
It returned… last night.
A ripple in the dark. A familiar scent — blood, hatred, hunger, ancient cruelty.
Not the one she killed.
No.
Something older.
Something that belonged to her past — the age when she was not Marcelline but a ruthless hunter carved by the night.
It had come back to finish what was left undone.
Just thinking about it made her jaw clench.
Made her blood stir.
Made her fingers itch to rip it apart with her bare hands.
Without realizing, her feet carried her to the sports room, the quietest place at this hour. Empty… isolated… perfect for fights or ambushes.
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Aiden was heading to his next class when he suddenly remembered:
"Shit—sports sir called me earlier…"
He turned around, yawning.
His eyes were half-dead from spending the entire night awake—because of fear, because of nightmares of that entity that had tormented the mansion two weeks ago.
Greece called out from behind.
"Brooo! Where you going? You look like a zombie."
Aiden sighed, "Sports room. Sir called me."
Greece chuckled. "Alright, alright. But listen—I just sent you something. This will lift your mood to heaven."
Aiden, tired, didn't have the energy to react.
"Fine… I'll check."
Greece went back with his other friends..
He opened his phone, scrolling through a ridiculous number of messages.
His eyes were glued to the screen as he entered the empty sports hall.
Sir wasn't there.
The whole room was silent.
Aiden sighed, still searching through messages while turning around to leave.
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THE COLLISION — TIME STOPS
At that same moment… Marcelline entered.
Her aura sharp, focused, divine yet deadly.
Both were walking in opposite directions…
Bang.
The impact was sudden.
Aiden's phone flew from his hand and slid across the polished floor.
Aiden fell flat on his back—
—and Marcelline fell on top of him, hands pressed against his chest.
Their lips…
Their breath…
Their faces…
Inches apart.
Her long silky hair fell like a golden curtain around his face, blocking out the world.
Creating a private universe of two people who shouldn't have met like this.
Aiden's eyes slowly opened—
And his soul left his body.
An angel?
No.
A goddess.
No… something even beyond that.
Her beauty wasn't human.
Her presence felt celestial.
Her eyes—deep, mysterious, dangerous—felt like they could devour his entire being.
"B… beautiful…" he whispered unconsciously.
Not flirtation.
Not desperation.
Just pure awe — spoken straight from the heart.
His hand moved on its own… gently brushing her cheek.
Soft. Slow. Reverent.
He touched her like she was holy.
Like he feared she might break.
Like she was something he had waited for without knowing.
Marcelline froze.
Not because of the closeness — but because the moment she touched him…
She felt it.
The energy.
The scent.
The residue of that entity.
No… it can't be…
She remembered his face — the boy she saved.
She killed the creature that haunted him…
So why—
How the hell was he connected to a stronger one now?
From her past life.
From her ancient battles.
From that night of blood.
The realization stabbed through her.
This boy…
This innocent, warm-hearted boy…
Was now tied to a monster she had sworn to kill centuries ago.
Her eyes darkened.
This wasn't coincidence.
This was fate dragging her back into old wars.
Her breathing slowed.
She needed answers.
She needed the entity.
She needed to tear it apart.
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THE INTERRUPTION --
But before either could speak—
A loud cough.
Sports sir had walked in and froze at the sight:
Marcelline on top of Aiden.
Aiden flat on the ground.
Their faces unbelievably close.
"Oh—uh—sorry?" he muttered, scratching his temple awkwardly, coughing again just to pretend he wasn't extremely uncomfortable.
Marcelline snapped out of her thoughts instantly.
She straightened herself, pulled back, corrected her clothes — face completely calm.
But Aiden…
He was still lost in her.
Still staring.
Still holding her cheek until she gently removed his hand—
And that's when he blinked, finally waking from the trance.
His face turned bright red.
He scrambled to stand up, stuttering like a fool, "S-s-sorry! I mean no—I mean—uh—"
Marcelline didn't respond.
Her eyes stayed cold.
Alert.
Dangerous.
But Aiden only saw an angel walking away from him.
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