The Dark Prince

Chapter 3

" Om my gosh what happened to your hair?" I knew it was Tiffany. I sat up and looked at her and noticed her face was really pale. I told her what had happened and her face got even paler.

" You met the Dark Lords son? Was he hot?" she asked. Im pretty sure I blushed. Okay I admit it, he was extremley hot but he had made me dark and I would never forgive him even if he got on one knee and asked me to marry him.Though it was tempting.

" Dont tell anyone what happened. If they ask about my hair say I dyed it"

" Okay I guess" she said. We got on our horses and headed back to the castle. I didnt feel like talking to anyone when we touched down so I headed straight for my room once we landed. I slammed the door to my room and flung myself onto the bed and for the first time in years I began to cry. I could feel the darkness coursing through my veins and throbbing in my heart. I cried for at least an hour until my tears ran out ond my face was red and puffy. I was definently not a pretty cryer. After I finally got myself under controll I headed into the bathroom to take a shower. I took my clothes of and looked at my hair in the mirror. A mark on my shoulder caught my attention. It was a eight sided star that was completely black,almost like a tattoo, but clearer. I tried to scrub it off but to no avail. If I could have cried some more I would have. I took my shower and headed back to bed. I finally fell asleep but was plagued by nightmares that left me screaming and shaking before I finally convinced myself to try and sleep again. When dawn finally broke I yawned and rolled over and my hand brushed something hard and lumpy. I jumped out of bed and yanked the covers off.

" Good Morning beautiful," Michael said.

" Get the hell out of my bed, and my castle." I screamed. He kept smirking.

"Do you always have to yell when you great me?" I glared at him and ignored his question.

" You have already ruined my life, what more do you want" I asked.

" Nothing, I wanted to show youre not the only who is diffrent" he said starting to take his shirt off.

" I do not want to see anything" I said. My voice had probably gotten way higher and my face even redder.

"Just look" he said pointing to a mark on his shoulder. There was a star just like mine but it was white compared to his olive skin that was only a tad darker then the star.

" So you slept in my bed just to show me that," I asked. He smirked.

" I had other reasons." He saw my face pale and anger flare in my eyes. He laughed and teleported. I couldnt stand him. This is why I didnt have a boyfriend. How did he know were I lived not to mention were my room was. I got dressed and headed out to the common area mummbling under my breath about how much I hated guys. My birthday was coming up and I was to turn sixteen. Every royal family before me recieved a special gift on there birthday. Wings. Of course they usually were brown or cream colored, not my best colors, but having wings would be awsome. They were also made out of clouds and wind which may sound unstable and not well put together but they were extremely strong. The most rare kind were white, gold, and whitish blue. Mine were probably going to be brown and of course they would not match my hair. Anyways the air was filled with the mouth watering aroma of breakfast the cooks had made as they wisped around the kitchen. Tiffany walked out of her room and smiled at me. At least nothing had changed between us other then she was the one with beautiful hair now thanks to Michael. Not that I was bitter toward her.  My hair looked so stupid though. We went into the dining room and were seated at the long glass table. A cold breeze blew into the room and the smell of spirits filled my nose.

" Oh no" I though right before a shadow grabbed Tiffany and cool hands clasped around my wrist.

'Michael"I screamed. I was of course wrong.

It was dark. Very very dark. Like start screaming and crying at the same time dark. I saw the flickering of fire that seemed to be floating in the air but then I saw the a hand and the dim outline of a persons body.

" So you know Michael?"

" Dark lord" I hissed while cold crept up my spine.

" I asked you a question" he growled.

" Michael?" I said trying to sound innocent. " You mean Michael Landon? Why do you ask?" I hoped he believed me and he must have because he went quiet.

" Bring me Turntide" he said to a figure behind him. I heard Tiffany whimper beside me but I didn't turn, I was to focused on the figure who I knew was Michael. He looked at me and smirked.

" Yes sir." He turned and sauntered out of the room to fetch the warrior. How could I ever thought he was hot or even thought I may have liked him. All he was was a person who betrayed and ripped aprt peoples hearts. After a couple of minutes later he returned with Mathew behind him.

"Matthew" Tiffany yelled straining against her chains that were connected to the damp wall. For a second a hint of emotion sparked in his eyes before the Darklord glared at him.

" Let him go" she sobbed. Michael looked at me for some dumb reason and I noticed his eyes were constantly black instead of changing. I glared at him and tried to melt my chains but no matter how hard I tried it wouldn't work. The Darklord sauntered over to Tiffany and grabbed her slender wrist and in one motion bent it back till it snapped. She cried out in pain but Matthew continued watching, not even flinching.

"Leave her alone" I screamed and then he turned to me with a glint in his hate filled eyes.

"You dare to disrespect me!" he boomed.

" How can I disrespect something that never had any respect?" His face burned in anger and he turned to Michael.

" Michael, burn her"

"What" he asked.

"Burn our symbol into her wrist" he yelled. Michael looked at me and gritted his teeth.

" Yes sir"

" Michael" I screamed " I hate you. I hate you more then anyone." He didn't even pause as he walked toward me and grabbed my wrist. He touched his finger to my skin and instantly it blistered and a welt formed. The pain was excruciating and when he finally finished my skin looked terrible. It was in the shape of a rose. Michael got up and walked over to a cabinet and took out a dark bottle and came over and dumped the contents on my wrist. It burned like fire and I couldn't help the scream that escaped my lips. I saw him flinch but that was it. It was ink I soon realized and would turn into a tattoo when it healed if I didnt die of infection first. My flesh was burned and blistered at the moment and as he let it drop another scream escaped. It hurt so fricken bad. Michael and the Darklord walked out leaving Matthew there unresponsive to us. My eyes soon felt heavy and sleep consumed me.

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Another picture of Michael :)