A Hymn of Snakes

FOURTEEN

I was three pencils away of needing a new pack of pencils from the store, unknowingly to myself- jealous is not a pretty sight for someone like me. Then again jealously wasn't cute for anyone. Crina did whatever in her immortal power to lean in Alex, but he was apart of the problem. He didn't stop her, it wasn't like we were together. He and I didn't love each other- well he didn't love me anyway.

The Prince's guard, Jean, sat next to me as I scanned my eyes across the room. I was starting to hate the color gold, a cursed color that crossed both Alex and Crina's head. "Does the Prince really like her Jean?" I asked with a twisted voice peaking through the edge of my throat.

She was only sitting next to me because over time we've become friends, however, as the Prince's guard she's forced to follow him around. So I don't see her as much as I wished I did. "I don't think I'm allowed to comment on that." She said looking back down at the book between her legs. She put her hand up to fix her black dreads as she fluttered her lashes at me. Anger bubbling in the pit of my stomach.

"So that's just a straight yes." I said as the small pencil cracked under my hand. I threw it to the side as I stopped writing. There was no way for me to continue working. My journal was marked with everything that has happened these few couple days. Ithe even took over and wrote in the journal too, but her hand writing was dreadful compared to mine.

Jean tried to heal the pain in my chest but Alex only began to solidified his distance from me. Doubt filled my mind, my eyes graced her hand that touched his neck. He didn't move, he didn't move into her so I should feel fine. "They're just childhood friends." However, he didn't move away either.

He made me feel so utterly confused, I don't think I will ever understand what he felt for me. It was strange, "She's sitting on his lap." I numbingly said as Ithe whispered in my ear. She told me unseen things I wished I could do.

Rip her apart from where she stood.

Crime made eye contact with me as she threw her crisp blonde hair over her shoulder, lowing her face to Alex's ear. She whispered something to him as the Prince's gaze quickly rose to mine, bastard. "They're really close." Jean tried to argue but there was nothing she could say to me.

"Jean do you take me for an idiot?" I turned as I asked her, the girl shook her head at me as I slid the broken pencils into the trash that sat next to me at the desk. The library was feeling very stuffy today.

I didn't mean to snap at her but unfortunately jealousy turns me into the worst version of myself. I noticed Alex begin to stand, drawing the book he was reading to a close, fixing his shirt. "Then stop treating me like one." I whispered as Jean quickly followed the Prince's movements, that including leaving the room behind with him. Leaving Crina and I alone in the library, she smoothed out the light fabric that covered her body. Trying to gracefully make her way over to me, I rolled my eyes as Ithe snipped a little more of my emotion today. "Of course she's coming over here." I snickered.

She had a plastering smile on her face, reminding me of Natalia. I wondered if her innocent look was pretty and pink too. A color I've come to complete despise. "You must be Cecilia." She remarked, her muted red eyes reading me in.

I've come to know that when a Vampire's eyes was discolored like this, it usually means they haven't drank blood in a while. The more vibrant the eyes the more prone to bloodlust they were, the more they needed to feed. The more crazed they were. "Cordelia." I corrected but even that stain of a name cursed me, I knew I wasn't that person anymore. Delia was more who I was. Cordelia was the shell of who I used to be, someone I would never be again.

"I just wanted to thank you for taking care of Prince Alexandur for me in Scotland, I know he can just be so stubborn." She said reaching up to touch the necklace that decorated her collarbone, Ithe told me a secret that I wished she kept to herself. Alex had given her the necklace. A string of pearls and a ruby swung from around her throat. I guess he has a thing for giving gifts, pitiful.