Rebirth (boyxboy)

Chapter 2: they grow up so fast (Elijah's POV)

Chapter 2

ELIJAH'S P.O.V.

Cyan: age 5

"He thought I was his mom." Michelle muttered, turning her empty champagne glass upside down on the table. We sat a little distance away and watched as cyan eagerly opened each individual present in the mountain before him.

"Oh don't look so glum. He's only five. He's just trying to make sense of things." I chuckled, keeping my eyes locked on the joy filled face of my little love as he unwrapped a baby pink remote control plane I had heard him begging one of the maids for earlier that week.

"Ha! Easy for you to say... You know he thought you were his dad right?" I heard michellie groan.

"I'm not his father and that's all that matters. He'll get older and that will become apparent." I finally turned to tell her, ignoring the uneasy look she was giving me.

"And you're just gonna stand around waiting on him to turn eighteen in hopes that he becomes attracted to you?" She asked me.

"Like i've said before, this wouldn't be the first time I had to wait for him to grow up. I'd wait as long as he needed me to." I answered her as I turned my attention back to cyan. He was only a quarter done with all the gifts I had collected for him, but had stopped momentarily to beam at me.

He was clutching a picture to his chest, something I had managed to dig up from his old life that he had no memory of. It was a framed shot of his mother, technically a blown up version of her driver's license, with 'mother' burned into the wood of the mahogany surrounding her snapshot. "Thank you king Elijah." He called to me.

I raised my glass, prompting everyone else to do the same. "To the most precious thing in this priceless castle." I said loud enough for every immortal being to hear. Cyan, oblivious as always, went back to his gifts.

"He's five Elijah. Remember that." Michellie grumbled. "What if he grows up and can only see you as a father figure?"

I smiled, pretending she was being much more pleasant than she actually was. "Not every emotional connection is sexual," I chided, "My feelings for cyan stem from something much greater than lust and I find no issue in expressing my feelings without the cop out of orgasmic release."

"Must be nice." She whispered, her eyes locked across the room. "Or not I guess. What would you do if he stayed five forever?"

"Absolutely nothing." I said although I was certain she wasn't listening. "His innocence would forever be protected, even from me if need be."

Cyan: age 11

"How did they get through the palace borders?" I growled, rushing past the evidence of a brutal battle and into my home.

"It seems someone let them in, but we haven't been able to pinpoint how yet your majesty." Bruftus huffed, following closely behind me. "We are still unsure if the breach was purposeful."

"And cyan? How is he?" I asked, not caring about anything else at the moment. I walked alongside the blood trail on my stone staircase, the smell of it stinging the inside of my nose. Werewolf blood smelled like ammonia and bleach.

"He's physically unharmed. A maid was with him at the time of the breach. She hid him under his bed, smart idea actually, his scent was so strong there the wolf wasn't able to differentiate between past and present smell." Bruftus reported. "He tore the woman apart, dumb mutt, and made it even harder to distinguish his presence. He was still standing there sniffing around when Michellie and a few guards arrived."

"It was still too close a call. I want ten guards at every entrance to the palace from now on." I ordered, winding the corner to cyans room. It smelled like a blood bath and I felt my anxiety spike as my ears made out his weak whimpers. "He's still crying?" I asked, stopping outside the splintered doorway. It had been hours since the battle had ended and the thought of no one tending to my broken little angel was enough to make me livid.