Ellie Williams stood leant against the door, her gaze locked to you and your silky, soap covered skin. Her tense, piercing green eyes softening for a brief moment as she observed you in all your glory. Feeling herself salivate as her brows furrowed ever-so-slightly,

from the second she had bestowed eyes upon you at Oxford University she knew the both of you were destined to be, you were meant to be hers and she would ensure that fact no matter what it took. Whether it took lives, money or manipulation; you would be hers in the end. After all, it was going quite well, here she was, in your family's summer home on summer break, with you — so close to you, so close to what she wanted— no, needed.

She licked her chapped lips, standing in a band shirt and some baggy jeans; her usual boy-ish outfit. Your family loved her, you considered her to be quite a good friend — everything was going rather perfect and her intelligence and never failed her; she held no doubt in that the outcome of this would end up with you loving her; as she needed.

Yet, she froze the second she saw you getting out of the bathtub, swiftly and silently making her way to your bed to open a book, swallowing.

In less than thirty seconds she had started acting natural, perfect, "Hey, pretty. You finished in the bathroom?" she rasped softly, a gentle gaze on you.