colours of viridian | BOOK ONE | J a d e d ✔️

T e a s e

S o n g : M a g i c - C o l d p l a y

C h a p t e r XLIII
V i r i d i a n

How was this possible? They were so powerful. Debatably more so than Vampires.

"Viridian?" Kenna's soft voice brought me out of my head as she shook my shoulder. She had sat down on the floor in front of me, her legs folded under her as she leaned forward until she was only inches away from my face. "You're pale. How are you pale?" Her fingers brushed my cold cheek with her soft warm skin while I exhaled into her face loudly.

Kenna had powers? I mean, I knew she was different, but she was known as a princess because she was just that damn powerful?

My eyes swept over the tiny girl in front of me; her skin beautifully pale like porcelain with light freckles across her cheeks and nose and faded silvery green swirls; her long straight brown hair thrown into a loose ponytail allowing random flyaway strands to fall into her face; and her eyes sprinkled with the colours of browns, yellows and greens while surrounded in dark lashes. She had a simple beauty to her that was more beautiful than any picture perfect girl anywhere.

But she was so fragile looking and small. This girl had more power in her than maybe even I? Was it possible?

"You're staring." Kenna's cheeks flushed with colour as she chewed her perfectly pink bottom lip.

I smiled gently, feeling a moment of Déjà Vu come to pass. "And you're beautiful." I murmured, taking her face delicately in my hands and bringing my lips down onto her hers, tasting the essence that made her her.

She smiled into my lips, her hands fluttering up my chest to the sides of my neck. She was so soft and warm; she was the very definition of good. It was like she was the complete opposite of me. Her warm skin, my cold skin. Her soft body, my hard body. Her sweet blood, my bitter blood. Her purity, my corruption. Her good, my evil. Her light, my dark. She was made to purify the darkness I had helped create. Yet she had seemingly brought me to need her light and warmth and goodness. And I had seemingly brought her to need my darkness right back. It was so carelessly cliché; light and dark needing one another.

"Come on," the beautiful girl kissed my cheek quickly before jumping up to her feet, "You should eat while I go talk to Saffron." Her hand grabbed mine as she attempted to help me up with a large yank.

"I'm okay," I reassured her as I stood up, following her down the hallway.

"You sure?" She smirked back at me, "You were looking at me like I was something delicious-"

"That's because you are delicious." I interrupted her as I caught up to her, wrapping my arm around her neck as I pulled her into me closer. "But lucky for you, I'm quite satisfied --food wise at least." I huskily whispered into her hair, causing a shiver to fall down her spine.

Smirking at her, she punched my stomach, "You're annoying." She grumbled but kept her fist on my abs as she held the material.

My free hand held the side of her face, forcing her to look at me, "I'll eat you if you're not careful." I purred, bringing my head down to rub my nose with hers. "I am the big bad Prince of hell."

She scoffed, pushing me away. "If big meant falsely and bad meant overly confident and prince meant loser...then yes, Viridian, you sure are." Kenna giggled while I nipped at her warningly with my bared fangs, pulling her back against my chest with my finger hooked in one of the belt loops on her jeans.