Into the World of Twisted Wonderland Pt 2

👑 The Beautiful Tyrant: Chapter 61 👑

A little later, Vil walks down the coliseum hallway, not noticing that Angel and Grim were silently following him as well. Though navigating the coliseum was difficult, the two followed him effortlessly, seeing that Vil almost had a certain destination in mind. They followed a few feet behind him, making sure to keep out of his sight as he walks down various hallways. Though they did have a few close calls, mainly with Vil stopping and glancing around every now and then to either make sure he was on the right track or making sure that no one was following him, he never spotted the two. "Hey, Angel," Grim whispers as he sits on Angel's shoulders while she stood behind a corner, watching Vil. She figured that it would be best for Grim to be perched instead of walking because of his tail, knowing that it would give away their location is he was walking. "What's the deal?" He asks. "We're done with rehearsal. We're allowed to go eat. So why're you followin' Vil?" He asks as she watches him turn a corner and follows.

"I don't know," she says as she hides behind the corner, seeing Vil walking further down the new hallway. "I just really feel like I should." I have a feeling something terrible is about to happen...

Suddenly, Vil stops, making the two confused. "Oh hey, Vil's stopped in front of someone's dressing room," Grim stats. "Who's he visiting?"

Vil slowly knocks on the door, waiting for a response, that came after just a few seconds of the last knock. "Coming!" A familiar voice responds, following the sound of a knob turning and the door opening, with Neige looking at him with slight surprise, only to be replaced with a smile on his face. "Oh, hi, Vi," he greets. "What's up?"

"We didn't get much of a chance to talk before rehearsal," Vil states to him, but for some reason, his tone seemed...off. It was still calm and collected as before, but it felt different. "I was hoping we might chat a bit more," he says with a smile.

"Oh, of course!" Neige happily agrees. "I was thinking the same thing."

"Where are your little friends?" Vil cautiously asks, peeking inside his room just in case they appear.

"Oh, Dominic and the others went to check out some exhibit booths," Neige answers. "Those guys just can't sit still for a second," he pouts.

"Ah. So you're alone," Vil narrows his eyes with a smile at the statement. "Your rehearsal performance was splendid," he states. "You have a way of captivating everyone around you. You always have."

"Your performance was incredible too, you know!" He happily says. "I could never pull off a song as cool as that one. And your dance moves were in such perfect sync. My eyes were glued to the stage!" He says in awe.

"Well...Thank you," Vil curtly states. "I suppose we both want what we don't have. Say, Neige," he calls getting his attention. "Are you thirty at all? I brought you some apple juice," he says as he holds out a bottle of apple juice. "I've been quite taken with this brand recently." Angel silently gasps at the sight. That's Epel's family's apple juice!

Neige looks at the bottle. "Ooh, that's the one you posted about on Magicam!" He says as he recalls the picture. "I've been wanting to try it. How nice of you to bring me some!" He happily takes the bottle.

"By all means, then," Vil smiles and gestures. "Drink up."

"Don't mind if I do!" Neige says as he opens the bottle and slowly puts it towards his lips.

Angel widens her eyes at the scene, seeing that the mouth of the bottle was about less than a centimeter to his lips. The vision flashed again in her mind, the terrifying feeling becoming more prominent. She had to stop this! "Don't-!"

"NEIGE!" A familiar deep voice screams out, getting everyone's attention. Vil looked at the hallway in shock, seeing that Rook was walking down the hallway towards the two.

"Mrah?!" Grim exclaims as Rook approaches the two, stopping in front of them.

"My apologies for interrupting your chat, but the staff was looking for you," he says to Neige. "They have questions about the main show performance. Roi des Neiges..." He mumbles. "Ah, pardon. Neige."

"Roi des...?" Neige thinks for a moment, for his eyes to widen in realization. "Wait. Are you-?"

"Oh, dear!" Rook exclaims, interrupting him. "My throat is positively parched from running around looking for you." He looks at the bottle in his hands. "That apple juice you're holding looks so cold and refreshing. Might I trouble you to let me have it?"

"O-of course. It's all yours!" Neige says, a bit taken aback by the statement, but give him the bottle nonetheless.

"...!" Vil looks on the scene in shock, seeing that the bottle was in Rook's hands. He glares at him with silent disdain.

"Thank you, Neige," Rook says with a smile, ignoring Vil's glare, only for the smile to fade from his face. "You should hurry on to the stage. And I suggest not coming back here again," he quietly warns.

"Huh?" Neige looks at him in confusion. "What do you mean by that?"

"Go on, off with you, now! Away, away!" He exclaims with a shout, making him flinch.

"R-right!" He says as he runs off away from the two, the sound of footsteps receding in the distance.

"Ah..." Vil looks at where Neige disappeared, his eyes landing on Rook with a glare. "Rook, why?" He asks.

Rook only smells the bottle, relishing in the wafting smell of the juice. "Mmm...That sweet, tart apple aroma," he hums in delight. "It makes me envision a bright-red apple just waiting for me to take a bite. Epel's hometown specialty is truly magnifique. I shall drink it to the last drop, Roi du Poison," he says as he put the bottle to his lips.

Vil looked at the scene in scene in shock as the bottle draws close. "Ah..."

"Don't do it, Rook!" A voice screams out, for Angel and Grim to see a blur in front of them run by. By the time the two realized who it was, the bottle was knocked out of Rook's hands, the bottle falling and smashing into pieces.