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?I was sixteen when I fell in love for the first time. It was that awkward and silly kind of love that hit hard and, at least at the time, felt all-encompassing.

It was my first All Hallows Eve festival on the Academy of Arcane Arts, most other students had gone away to spend some time with their families, but I was from a small farming village in the North. Even if I could have afforded passage on some of those new-fangled trains it would have taken almost a week for me to get back home and another for me to come back.

Instead, I had to content myself with sending a heartfelt letter to my parents and spending the holiday on the library, working on my conjuration and convocation. Usually, it should have been a long day of study with only the old librarian as company, but when I arrived, there was someone else already there with his face deep into a book.

He flashed me a quick smile, then got back to his book. I recognized him, he was one year behind me, I had seen around the Academy, but we had never exchanged more than two words, he was super shy. I gave him a smile and sat at a table nearby.

I opened up my notebook and began perusing my last notes to see where I had stopped when he approached, his knuckles were white where he’s been gripping his book.

He cleared his throat, breaking the heavy silence of the library. “Hi,” he said with a shy, awkward smile. “Do you understand anything about conjuring circles?”

“Oh, of course!” I put my book down and he placed the book he had been reading on the table, just from glancing at the page I could see what was causing him problems. “Huh, I don’t remember getting to this part until this year…”

He just smiled awkwardly and looked at me as if I had caught him with his hand on the cookie jar.

That’s how it all started, with the two of us sharing a table at the library, talking about summoning circles and the different layers of binding each one required. Later we would go out for spiced wine and cake on a pub near the Academy, and before I knew we spent almost all night talking.

It took us no time to strike up a friendship, for the rest of the year we talked and hung together, at some point I fell in love with the shine in his hazel eyes, his shy smiles, his awkward, and clumsy ways.

We kissed for the first time on a rainy night, we were studying alchemy together on the library, reading from an old tome under the trembling light of a nearby lantern. He was particularly focused on a complex passage, silently enunciating the words as he tried to make sense of them, and I just kissed him. Our lips touched for a few moments and from that moment on we were a couple.

Neither of us had noticed when we had become more than friends, but it just felt right to be together. We spent the next couple years together most of the time, during the holidays when other students would travel to be with their families, we would sneak out to the Capital and have dinner together.

And then he left. Looking back, the signals that something was wrong should have been evident, he became secretive and distant, he would sneak out of the academy by himself and sometimes he would spend days away, refusing to tell me anything, until one day he simply didn’t come back.

My heart broke that day, splintered into a million pieces when I realized I would never see him again. For the last year of the Academy, I was happy to focus on my studies and get ready to go back to my hometown.

I was content with the life I had. Settled even. At the ripe old age of twenty.

At least, that was what I believed until I received a letter.

[i]Charlie,[/i]

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[i]I hope this letter finds you well. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, maybe you don’t even remember me.[/i]

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[i]I’ll be in the capital for the All Hallows Eve, if you want to talk, we can meet at our old place at the observatory at midnight.[/i]

There was no signature, but his handwriting was easy to recognize even after so long. I read it a dozen times at least, each new time making my heart heavy, but also bubbling with anger. I wanted to hug and kiss him, but also to scream, to demand an explanation, I simply couldn’t accept that he had abandoned me for no reason.

It had been some time since I had sneaked around the Academy, but I still remembered the passages we had once used frequently. The old observatory stood on the north of the Academy, back when they had first built the Academy it had been used to make astrological observations, but as the city grew the Academy saw the necessity to build an even bigger tower so their observations wouldn’t be disturbed by the surrounding buildings and light pollution. The old observatory was deactivated and locked until they tried to find some other use for it.

We had discovered that the servant’s entrance had never been properly locked. We made it into our secret hiding place, a place where we could spend long nights holding hands, talking, and kissing on the moonlight. It’d been our favorite place to end our nights, before we sneaked back into the dormitories.

I was so close now, my heart thundered, a maelstrom of emotions weighing me down, just a few more steps and I’d know the truth about the person I’d fallen in love with those many years ago. The prospect terrified me. Several times I nearly turned around and scuttled back to the academy, away from the inevitable.

When I reached the last step, I paused. The cold, night wind ripped my hair from my bun and strands blew in my face. I brushed them aside and opened the door, walking into the observation room. Now that the time was so close, I was anxious. My heart raced with anticipation.

The light from the moon shone through the observation dome, casting the entire room in its silvery light. The Observation room had once been a small classroom and a laboratory, they had taken out everything of value, but a couple of tables and chairs had been left behind, the fireplace against the north wall still worked and provided adequate warmth during the cold days, there were a couple of empty shelves, and a large drawing board that we once had used to leave messages to one another.

The fireplace was lit, someone was crouched near the fire, poking it.

I took a step forward and almost screamed when I saw the creature crouched near the fire. It heard me enter the room and turned. Its eyes glowed with the light of the fire and its claws and fangs seemed impossibly sharp, a long, furry tail lashing behind the creature.

“Hey, Charlie,” the creature said with a smile that had way too many teeth. “Been way too long, didn’t it?” The creature tossed the stick it’d been using to poke the firewood into the flames and stood.

I couldn’t move, a thousand horror stories of humans possessed by spirits coming to my mind, the stern warnings from the inquisitors coming back. As my eyes become accustomed to the light of the fire I could see more details, the beast’s face was human enough, but there was the ferocity of an animal in its eyes and sharp fangs. It was easy to notice they had once been human, but its body had been corrupted by a fox spirit.

The beast was lean and tall, standing on long legs that ended in clawed feet, it moved with grace, the long tail swishing behind it with every step. On top of its head there were fox’s ears that twitched slightly, its choppily cut hair was unnaturally white, matching the fur in its ears and tails. The beast was wearing traveling robes, tattered and slightly ripped in some places.

“Please, don’t run away!” The creature moved towards me, hands out. “It’s me!”

It was then that I noticed the hazel eyes, and for a moment I was back to that rainy night on the library when we shared our first kiss.

My body started to tremble. “This is wrong,” I whispered, and turned around.

The beast came after me immediately. “Charlie, wait! Please, let us talk!”

I stopped in front of the door, I could simply walk away, but I knew that I would never have another chance to have answers.

The creature came closer. “Are you alright?”

“No, I’m not!” I pushed away from the beast and let myself fall into one of the old chairs.

“Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you,” the beast said, holding out a hand for me. “I just came to say goodbye.”

I was shivering with rage now, but I refused their hand. “I don’t want your help. I don’t need you.” I spat the words angrily, fighting back the tears. “You abandoned me all those years ago, and now you have turned into this thing?! Why didn’t you seek help? They could have treated you on the Academy!”

The creature sighed and took a chair near the fire. “It’s cold. At least come back to the fire.”

Reluctantly, I took my chair near the fire, but I avoided their eyes. My heart was heavy with longing, I had wished that things could have gone back to normal, that we would meet and it would be as if no time had passed, nothing had changed.

“Why did you leave?” I whispered in a heavy sigh.

They brought over a bottle of wine and sat down next to me, close, but far enough away. They took a long swig of the wine and then finally talked.

“I’m from the Capital. Did I ever tell you that?”

“No,” I took the bottle from their hands and took some of the spiced red wine, I felt that I would need it. “You never told me much about your family.”

They smirked. “They are merchants, not really powerful, but ambitious. They always did everything to present a powerful and impeccable image, it didn’t matter if we lacked food, but we would throw lavish balls when the time came. I grew up with the expectations of being the heir to the family’s name and when I didn’t live up to it, they were glad to see me out to the academy, hoping that I would at least become a presentable mage.”

I nodded, forcing myself to stay quiet.

They cleared their throat and shifted in the chair, crossing their legs. “It was fine really, I had imagined the Academy would be different, I believed I would free myself from family obligation, from the infighting and politics that had surrounded me since I was old enough to understand. But even here on the Academy they kept me in their games, until…”

They trailed off, looking away from me as if they feared the words.

“My name is Alexa,” she finally whispered.

“What?”

She gulped down the rest of her drink. “I’m transgender woman,” she finally said.

That surprised me. “I-I’m sorry, A… Alexa.” I wished we had more wine. Is that why she left suddenly? Why she had been so secretive at the end?

She stared into the fire, the flames dancing in her faraway eyes. “It took me a long while to understand it myself. I had always felt strange, different from the others, but I had thought that things would change when I began dating you. I thought that would make me normal, that if I loved you, then I couldn’t be…” She trailed off.

“How you ended like that?” I asked, pulling her back to the present.

“You always hear stories about conjurations gone wrong, all the dangers that come from an unprotected summoning circle, right? It got me thinking, what if we could make the circle fail, but not completely?”

“That’s why you were obsessed with conjuration spells?”

She nodded, excited as she saw that I understood what she had done. “It was hard, there was almost nothing written about the precise side-effects, most of it was just horror stories. It took a lot of trial and error, but I did it! I transferred a fox-spirit into my body, used the circle to guide the changes!”

She reached out a hand and when I took it, she pulled me next to her, pressing her forehead against mine. She closed her eyes and held my face between her hands. The excitement on her face was palpable. “I had to leave tough, they wouldn’t have understood it, they would have banned my research, brought in the exorcists, undo the spell! I need to get as far from the capital as I can, but I couldn’t do it without saying goodbye. I love you, Charlie. More than I could believe.”

I scooted closer and held her hand. I had came here bubbling with hate, but seeing her, seeing those hazel eyes had me quivering with longing. I realised with some surprise that I wanted her. I needed her. I leaned in and kissed her.

I didn’t want to think, didn’t want to debate the consequences. I just wanted to feel. Her lips on mine, her body against mine. I unbuttoned her vest and pulled it back, revealing her small and perky breasts.

"Fuck, you're hot," with one hand holding at her neck, the other caressed her hard nipples, my fingers pinching them slightly, my thumb rubbing them, making her bite her lips and moan.

“Careful!” Alexa moaned. “They are sensitive!”

She yelped as my lips covered one of her highly sensitive nipples. Her hands moved under my shirt, helping me remove it as my tongue stroked and caressed her nipple, drawing a ragged moan from her throat.

“Ah, your tongue is so warm!” She moaned. “This… This is so good!”

I gave her nipple a gentle nip. She stared down at me, and I could see the sexual, sensual animal that she had become. The awkward, shy boy that I had loved had grown into a confident, exuberant woman.

Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me close into a hungry kiss. My hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, deeper into our kiss. She broke the kiss and began kissing lower, going for my neck, her sharp fangs raking my sensitive and going lower until her tongue was stroking the warm flesh between my thighs.

She glanced up at me, her coarse tongue stroking the sensitive flesh, making me quiver with wild, vibrant lust that hunger echoed and built within my body.

"Alexa," my voice was a hoarse moan as her tongue stroked my pussy. Her tongue caressed and stroked my wet pussy, her fingers parted my plump lips.

I wanted nothing more than to just lay down and let this wicked fire consume me, but I pulled her towards me, moving our bodies so that I had her pussy pressed against my face as she kept licking mine. I held her in a tight embrace, my tongue licking at her engorged clitoris as she worked on mine.

She was purring, I pushed two fingers inside her, working her pussy until she was grinding against my hand. Slow, in and out fucking, pushing against her sensitive flesh, my thumb caressing and stroking her clit as she licked me eagerly.

Her orgasm came soft at first, with ragged breath and small yelps of pleasure as she bucked, contracting against my fingers in wave after wave of wicked pleasure flooding her body.

My own orgasm wasn’t as soft, her coarse tongue pushing me over, making me arch my back and howl my pleasure to the cold night. The sound echoed through my clit, waves of crashing pleasure that pushed both of us over and into another wrecking orgasm.

We slumped down together, limp and sated. Lying over her travelling coat, our bodies pressed tightly together as we basked in the afterglow.

“Charlie, you feel so good. I’ve missed you,” she spoke the words against my lips and I moaned, throwing my head back. She kissed my neck, and along my ear.

I buried my face against her breasts, taking in her warmth. Pressing her tightly against my naked body, it was a moment I wished that could last forever.

“You will need a better coat,” I finally said. “The winters on the north can get really cold.”

“What are you saying?” She looked me in the eyes, her eyes were twitching in confusion.

I took one of her ears in my hands and caressed it between my hands, she closed her eyes and bit her lip. “You want to get out of the capital, then there’s no place farther away than the northern villages. I think we can get a train by next week, but until then we can rent a small apartment in town.”

“No, I couldn’t put you at risk!”

“And I’m not letting you run away all by yourself again!” I pinched her ear and pulled her for a kiss. “I love you, dumb fox!”

“At least you can let me pay for it,” her tail wagging excitedly. “I have some money kept away for emergencies.”

“We will need to get you some clothes for now,” I caressed the back of her neck. “Something that hides your ears and tails at least, maybe a wig.”

“What about your family? Your friends?” She asked cautiously.

“They can accept us, or we will find some place that will.”

“You’re going to get in trouble,” she hissed.

“You are worth it,” I hugged her tightly.