DONATUS- The Fate Of The Vampire Prince (VampireXwitch)

Chapter Nineteen: A pack

A'Miza

I wish I were brave. That it came naturally to me to want to put myself in danger to save someone else. Wells, you did put yourself in danger to defend the Prince.

Hmmm.. yeah...but that was different. It wasn't a head-on fight and I ran into battle, magic blazing!
I scoffed at myself.

No... never done that. Never had to. So I guess by that analysis, I can't truly know if I am brave. You are a whole pussy. I know nothing at all if I had to give an answer to any question pertaining to my life. It was like I am a visitor here, on this earth, in this body. It made me feel aloneness, and a loneliness that at times that felt like all the gravity in the universe turned down on me and only me.

Taking in a deep breath, I centred myself.

What I do know is that Graywolf territory wasn't easily penetrated. They weren't like regular wolves. They were hyper-aggressive and even got into regular civil wars with other wolves from other factions. They were narcissistic and extremely...and this is my opinion, a bit cultish. As the limo drives past the entrance sign, I read it in my head.

Welcome to the home of the Warriors. Population 3,978.
Enjoy your stay.

Yeah...I hope we do.

I am looking out of the window, at the houses that were majority wood, but they were nice. Very modern, and quaint for the most part. Others you could tell were inhabited by males, with the garbage bins overflowing at the front, the grass a bit dried out and discoloured. It's small differences but obvious for anyone who was looking. The neighbourhood seemed very mixed in terms of races. There were Cherokee Indians, black people, white, some looking mixed, Armenian even...and that's from who I see walking around. No one has looked at us menacingly since we've driven in. The cloaking magic should be blocking the Vampire's scents, too. So the wolves in this town shouldn't be alarmed. My anxiety was over the roof, still. It felt like when the voices first started and I clammed up in front of people I knew I needed to do something. I couldn't hear what people were saying through the noise, and it drove me mad. Now I've learned how to separate them... I mean they're there, but I can also focus on real-life conversations. On the other end of the Limo, Zurich and his friends seemed nonchalant.

I took a deep breath again, to help me focus.

... haven't really looked his way all morning, but what I've glimpsed, seemed very uncaring... hardened even. The look of the Prince we all feared as kids... it was distant, disturbingly so. Like he'd kick us all out of that car and drive away. Knowing fully well, well we'd die. I don't know, I felt an unfamiliar coldness from him.

I think... I know why... I haven't said a word to the man... we have a passionate, hot kiss and then I wake up a completely different person. But the voice, the face of that woman ...what she said. It feels like staying away from him wasn't even my choice at this point, and it was ripping me to bits. My feelings for him have grown so significantly, that too, felt like it wasn't my choice either. But here we are... and all I wanted to do was hold him...kiss him again...maybe even more. Most of all get to know him more. The man behind the stories...all these years he's been alive and whatever he learned through the times. Favourite genre of movies and music. What was his favourite colour even... I wanted to know him.

"The only people truly looking our way are the ones in awe of the limousine," Nyon says, breaking the tense silence that had taken over the car, well with the exception of my parent's clinking bowls as they had their cereal. Zurich made sure we'd be comfortable on this trip...well as comfortable as one could possibly be in a limousine.

"Well...better safe than sorry," I say annoyedly. I could tell everyone was confused and looking at me. I'm sure I looked a mess from that horrible sleep, but I do have my wits about me.