The Emperor [EDITING]

04

KAISER

       I figured I'm not like everyone else almost twenty years ago. Ma' left when Pa' finally took me to the psychiatrist to put a word on what I am.

       I don't get what they needed to stick me in a box with a label for everyone to see.

       I don't care anyway, that pretty label they drew on my forehead gives people a reason to be scared of me.

       Fear is power.

       I appear to be the most powerful of them all.

       It is indeed fucking power that I feel running in my veins and when I watch a special five-foot-eight-inches brunette's hazel eyes widen in fear, it is power when she feels the need to straighten her spin as if she'd appear taller next to me, it is power when she holds her breaths one too many times until I'm sure she might pass out. I wouldn't mind holding her tightly and carrying her to my bed.

       I would actually adore watching her wake up confused and flustered when she understands where she is. Seeing those fucking gorgeous eyes of hers glancing at me too scared to hold her look. Fuck.

       I'm two hours early. I couldn't stay still anymore. So I left my house, thrilled with the idea of being locked for hours with my new tutor.

       Azrel and Alexander did mock me, Azrel the most. Xander just told me not to fuck it all up or he'll have to intervene, as if I'd let that happen. No one intervenes when I deal with my very own angel.

       Azrel is like a dog with a bone in its mouth, he doesn't let it go until he breaks his teeth. He pushes, he pushes and he pushes until I snap and let him wreck his havoc on me.

       Our big brother quickly calmed him down though, and I finally got to my car. I went to buy her grapes with white chocolate and nuts, her favorites.

       It's not everyday I wander in the Shadow's territory. I'm not the most welcomed guest around here. But I know that the Shades are aware of my presence. I'm a parasite to them. The Rats don't like my Bauer and I, they say we're violent, bloodthirsty, murderers, fighters, brutal and any kind of adjective that could describe power. They're terrified of my men.

       While they think we're wild and have no sense of organization, I know that we're a perfectly orchestrated chaos. A chaos I orchestrated.

       Alexander deals with the business, I handle it. If they don't listen to my big brother I just unleash Azrel. And Azrel has a thing for violence that we don't share.

       To me, violence is only on last resort, I let people enrage themselves, trying to make me snap — and they all do try when they find out what my type gets called — but it only ends up with them getting hurt and me as innocent as Virgin Mary.

       I should do something.
       I definitely should.

       Maybe knock on her window to warn her that I'm here. Maybe tell her that my drive to her college dorm was quicker than it should've been. Maybe make her aware of my lurking eyes.

       But watching Adeline Mayer half naked like a fucking creep is the best gift life ever gave me.

       No, fuck that.