The Second Time Cupid Fell - C.A Cupid × Alistair Wonderland

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Cupid opened the door to her dorm.

It squeaked slowly as Cupid pushed it open. She snuck her head in, witnessing Blondie Locks sprawled on her bed, sound asleep. Cupid breathed a sigh of relief. She stepped inside, and closed the door shut, quietly walking to her bed. Cupid sat down, glancing at the sleeping Blondie beside her. She sighed, putting her face in her hands. How did things turn out so messy?

Cupid wanted to scream. She wanted to break everything in front of her, burn it all to the ground. She didn't deserve this, she's worthy of better things. Cupid felt hot, bloody anger burning in her heart. She wished she was different. Cupid put her hands in her hair, fisting it angrily.

A knock.

Coming from her window.

Cupid lifted her head slowly, turning her face to the glass.

No one's there.

She stood up, walking near hesitantly.

Cupid unlatched the glass window and pushed it open. The wind hit her face immediately, she shivered. Cupid looked down. A piece of paper laid on the flower porch. Cupid stared at it, her eyes narrowed. Grabbing the paper, she quickly closed the glass.

Cupid turned her body around. The paper was a letter. She flipped it, and on the front was the name 'Cupid'. She tensed, letting out a shaky breath. Blinked and ripped the envelope open, she pulled out the neat parchment inside. She braved herself to read the familiar writing on it.

Dearest Cupid,

Come home.

Cupid stayed still, holding the parchment in her hands. The letter contained four simple words, but it scared her, truly. She hardened her gaze, her hands trembling as she held the thin parchment in between her fingers. Her jaw ticked. Cupid let out a guttural sound, ripping the paper to shreds as she looked around frantically. Her eyes met the window once more. She caught the sight of a limousine, one that she had always recognized ever since she was a young girl. It belonged to her father. Cupid's chest heaved up and down.

I don't want to come home.

Cupid took a deep breath, steadying herself. Her hands went to her head, flattening her messy hair. She then walked to her table, writing down on a piece of note.

~♡~

Cupid walked out of her room, and out into the halls.

The cold and empty hall greeted her. She felt hollow as she turned her eyes cold, taking big steps. The wind blew her hair back, goosebumps piercing her skin. She didn't let it bother her. She looked straight forward, and walked to the gates of Ever After High.

Her father's limousine was waiting for her.

The driver saw her and stepped out of the vehicle.

"Ms. Cupid," he greeted, his face expressionless,  voice flat. Cupid walked down the stairs, nearing him. She gave him a nod. Cupid glanced at the tinted windows. She cleared her throat, finding her throat dryer than ever. "Is my father inside?"

The driver shook his head.

Cupid felt her tense shoulders loosened.

"He's currently out," he warily looked down for a short second, quickly putting his guard back up, "Taking care of an important business." He stood straighter, "But he asked me to retrieve you back home."

Cupid crossed her arms, a glare in her eyes. "Let me guess, that important business being one of his mistresses?"

The driver stiffened.

He shook his head quickly. "Ms. Cupid, I can assure you that he's the utmost faithful to his wife, your mother, Mrs. Cupid." Cupid rolled her eyes. "You mean Psyche?" she scoffed, "My father kicked her out years ago, settling for his unending line of women. I barely knew Psyche. Don't call her my mother." She looked into his eyes, her gaze challenging. He gulped, nodding. "My apologies, Ms. Cupid. We best be going." He stepped forward and opened the door for Cupid. Cupid uncrossed her arms, accepting her demise. She turned to look at Ever After High for a quick second, and then stepped inside.

~♡~

The tall walls of 'home' greeted her.

Cupid stayed in the parked vehicle for longer than she should've. The driver opened the door for her, waiting for her to step out. Cupid's lips formed a frown. The driver looked unsure. "Anything wrong, Ms. Cupid?"

Everything.

"Nothing."

Cupid blinked and slowly stepped out of the black limousine. She looked to the driver and gave him a respectful nod, "Thank you," she said. He nodded back. "My pleasure, miss."

He entered the vehicle once more, driving away, leaving Cupid standing alone, arms crossed, staring at her home. The clouds were dark, a thunder boomed in the sky. Cupid flinched. She looked up, gazing at the gloomy sky. A lightning flashed, making a glint of light appear in her pupils. Cupid sighed.

A drop of rain fell on the ground in front of her.

Cupid shook her head. She then walked inside, feeling trapped.

As she entered the big doors of the house, her eyes scanned around.

The whole place was dark, the lights all turned off. Cupid shivered, there was something so eerie about this place. She gulped down the lump in her throat and walked up the stairs. She opened the door to her room, turning on the lights. Cupid closed the door and let out a relieved breath. Eros didn't seem to be home.

Hopefully he never finds his way back.

Cupid shook her head, wanting to shake the thought away. But deep down in her heart, she prayed for it.

~♡~

Cupid laid her head on her pillow.

She turned her body around to the other side, looking outside the window.

It was raining hard. The sky was completely dark, lighting up with flashes of lightning occasionally. Cupid's eyes fluttered, her lips parting, letting out a small yawn. She felt her troubled thoughts starting to fade, and she welcomed it with open arms. Relief flooded through her as she felt her consciousness slipping away.

Bang.

Cupid's body jumped. Her eyes opened wide. She quickly sat up on her bed, putting a hand to her heart.

It was the sound of the door closing.

Eros was back.

Cupid felt her hands tremble.

She looked to the bedroom door, a feeling of dread going through her veins. She felt like burying herself six feet under.

Cupid stopped. She waited.

She sat there, staring at the door, waiting. Waiting for Eros to barge in and shoot a heart-shaped arrow through her pale throat.

But he didn't.

No sound, for a solid two minutes.

Maybe he wanted to deal with me tomorrow, she thought.

Cupid felt her heart slow down slightly. She closed her eyes, letting out a shaky breath. She averted her eyes from the door, looking down at the floor below her. She laid her hand on the bedsheet, seeking comfort from the soft material. Cupid glanced upwards to the window. The sky was still dark, and it was now raining even harder.

Her heart picked up.

She gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white.

The window started to fog.

And on the fog, an invisible hand slowly wrote:

I've lost my patience.

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omg so scared