Until hate turns into mad love

Encounter

The attendants were putting flowers on the tomb one by one, while the priest was making his discours. Fil Everguee has died. Lukas had red eyes for crying a lot, and his nose was also red. Loosing someone precious hurted so much. Plus, they departed on an arguement about sirens again. It was lame.
Lukas looked at the man wearing a pink blouse, 3 buttons open that we could see his hairy pecks, messy hair and wearing all kind of jewels, putting a flower on the grave then going towards him, whispering at his ear:
__ can we talk?
Lukas met first the frustrated eyes of his father who was next to him, it was obvious that seeing Klein didn't please him. He took the guy with him far enough for noone to hear them.
__ what the fuck are you wearing?! he growled, looking at him from head to toes. Are you not ashamed?!
__ ah sorry 'bout that, you know i don't usually wear classy stuff.
__ can't you even button it properly?! Everyone was litteraly shocked.
__ you can do it for me, he smiled, taking him by the wrist.
Lukas took away his hand and took a step back.
__ look, Klein it's my grandpa's funeral so don't mess with me. What are you even doing here?!
__ i'm your boyfriend, of course i shall come.
__ i think i made it very clear last time: we. Are. Over.
Klein chuckled and took him by the waist to stick their body together.
__ ooh come on babe, you can't break up with me every time we have a fight. That's immature.
Lukas tried to push him in vain since he had a strong grip on him.
__ Klein, don't fucking touch me! And... wait a minute, you stink alcohol?!
He couldn't feel it sooner because his nose was still numb from crying a long time. But being this close, he could smell it. It felt gross. He tried to maintain his anger and rolled his wrist. How could this guy come to the funerals in this state?! It was 4 in the evening yet he was already drunk??
__ i drunk a glass but don't worry i still have my mind. I missed you so much ya know. We didn't meet for a week! How on earth can i handle that?
__ look, this is a funeral. Thanks for coming but you should leave now. Don't make a scene here. And let me go!! he growled setting himself free.
But the blonde didn't let go of his grip.
__ what the fuck, can't you let the dead bury themselves and come back with me? I'm sure Fil won't mind.
__ ... take that back...
__ i mean, he kept separating us, so now that he is gone, let me fuck you until my balls give out...
Lukas slapped him for once. Even drunk, he had no right to disgrace his grandfather. Lukas took him by his collar and raged:
__ mind your words, dumbass. I don't wanna see your face again! From now on, we don't know each other! Goof off before my father comes killing you! You know how much my family hates you!
Aware that he cussed a lot for the day, he took a breathe and went back at the funeral.

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Mr Mill, his father, slid his hand's palm on the print on the gate, then we could hear Alexa's voice while the door opened:
__ welcome home, Mr Mill.
Mrs Mill did the same and received the same welcome.
__ welcome home Mrs Mill. Welcome home Mr Lukas.
The servants took their jackets and put them at a corner.
__ so, Lukas, started his mother. Are you decided to go back with us in Italy?
__ Fil just got buried and that's what you ask, mum?
__ that's exactly why i'm asking, baby. If you stay here, you will be all alone. Actually, you have nothing left to do here. You were sent to take care of Fil. Now he's gone, you should go back with us.
Lukas remained silent and sat down. He was exhausted, the day was long and his eyes were so tired from crying. He didn't want to leave this place. It was nice, calm... peaceful. Loosing Fil and this house moreover? He couldn't.
__ honey, give him some more time, spoke his dad, rubbing his shoulders with compassion. He will come when he's ready.

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His parents had to take their flight that night. They had urgent business in Italy and needed to leave.
It was the first time that he was alone at home. Usually, Fil would be in his room, the door open, listening to a classical music that we could hear from every piece of the domain. But now, it was like a silent hill. Like a desert. Plus, as a "domain", it was really a big place. So, of course he would feel lonely. He even sent the staff home for the night.
He wanted to be alone, moarning his beloved grandfather.
But now he couldn't sleep a inch, sitting on the ground, leaning on the cold wall, drinking a bottle of wine and smoking. Fil really liked wine. They spent night drinking together sometimes, telling jokes and having fun. He would tell about the girls and boys hitting on him wherever he goes, how he was attracted to some of them... he would tell him everything. Not only he was his grandfather but mostly his bestfriend. Not even his parents were as close to him.
Thinking about the past made him feel worst.
He took some air at the window to change his mind a bit, looking at the sea far away. He could go crazy like this. His parents didn't even stay for the night to be a bit of comfort.
Then, he noticed that the green light outside was still on. Should he just turn it off? He always hated that light anyway, reminding him of the stupid story of sirens that Fil used to breed him with. In the end, Fil died still believing like rock in those stories. He should put an end to this.
He walked out of his room, fuming his cigarette,  and went to the balcony to turn the light off. It was quite cold outside that he had a chill. When he was about to push the red button, suddenly he heard Alexa:
__ welcome home, Prince Arhan of Syland.
Lukas' heart missed a beat.
What? Who?? He turned around in panick, leaning on the balcony, trying to have a look at the face of the person who was entering the gate. His heart kept beating so fast. Scared? Yes. He never heard that name before... so how could he enter the domain?? And Lukas was alone in the entire house.
He saw the tall silhouette of a man, all naked, the body full of weird bruises and blood on the stomach. And suddenly collapsed, falling on the ground.
__ what... the fuck...
His cigarette fell from his shaking hands and he took a step back, still in disbelief. Who was that person? A burglar? No... a demential? But what on earth was he doing there?? How could his prints be registered in the gate?
Maybe was he an acquaintance of Fil? That was the only explanation. A friend of Fil who was in big trouble, according to the state he was. He run inside the house, going down the stairs, grabbing a towel in the way and getting in the yard. He rushed next the lying body, the face on the ground.

When he touched him to turn him around, he immediately retired his hand. Something gluant was all over the body. It was quite disgusting and smelled like fish. What in the world...

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Lukas sat down on the couch, tired from taking the heavy man inside. He couldn't even put him properly on a comfortable place and just let him lie on the ground.
__ Alexa... who the fuck is that guy?!
__ this is the Prince Arhan from Syland, answered the monotone voice.
__ okay but who exactly?! A friend of Fil? Why don't i know him??
__ according to the informations i have, he is from the same nation as Mr Fil. Which means they are compatriotes.
Lukas rised an eyebrow, not understanding at all the meaning. Is he a family? Or a childhood friend? No. He was definitely younger than Fil. Actually around the thirties probably. So, maybe a son of his old friends?
__ i don't get it, Alexa. Who the fuck is that...
__ it's the prince Arhan of Syland...
__ you keep saying that, but where is he from??
__ from Syland, LOL.
Lukas was about to punch Alexa's box but refrained himself in front of the serious situation. Most importantly, now the room smelled like fish. It was disgusting. That guy was full of gluant stuff. What happened to him? And with all those bruises. His stomach was full of blood but there was no wound. Just a big scar.
Should he call the police? The ambulance?
Maybe this guy heard about Fil's death and wanted to visit, but somehow ended up in trouble? He was still uncounscious though.
Worried that he may have internal hemorrhages, Lukas grabbed his phone and called the hospital, explaining the critic state of the man. The ambulance would arrive in 15 minutes.

But suddenly, he noticed the skin of the man turning dry in a scary way. Lukas started to panick. And when he tried to figure out the situation, he heard the man whispering some words.
__ are you conscious?? What did you say?? Can you repeat please??
__ w... wa... wa ... ter...
__ wa... ter?? Water! Yeah!
He rushed taking a glass of water and helped the man rise a bit his head and drink it. But he asked for more, as if he didn't drink for days. Lukas had to give him 4 glasses. He was a bit concerned when the man poured the last one on his own head.
__ d'you need more? Actually, your skin is scary dry. Maybe a bath would help! Can you rise?
Lukas helped him walk slowly to the bathroom and filled the bathtub, then put him inside.
The skin went back to normal once he got in. And the man sighed of relaxation. It was good to see. Lukas felt relieved in a way. But then, the man let his head under the water. Before he could worry, he saw on some parts of his skin appearing blue spots: on his ears becoming weirdly sharp, his mole, around the neck, the shoulders, the fingers gluing to each other, his waist having marks, darker spots on his legs... no, actually, his legs begun to fusion... until forming one long and huge blue fishtail, so long that the bathtub was just half of it.
Lukas slipped and  fell when he made a step back. What did he just witness?? That's a monster... a monster... Or ... a siren? No. Impossible.
His mind was in a total mess that he thought he would go crazy. What was that thing??
A doorbell ring startled him. He was in a total panick. He could hear the ambulance outside.
《 noone should see this. Noone. 》
He rose, legs all trembling, and went out.
He faked a smile and apologized to the ambulancers, saying that it was a huge mistake. He gave them some money and let them leave right away, even though they insisted a bit to see the patient.

Lukas staid in front of the bathroom door, not daring to open it. He hoped it was all a bad dream. He hoped that the man inside had 2 legs. No, he hoped there was nothing inside. And he hoped... that his grandfather was wrong.
Then he opened the door.