The Royals (HIATUS)

Chapter 6

Alisa's POV

Amsterdam, Netherlands

"What do you want?" I asked, crossing my arms. Sevastion just looked at me, as if he was frozen.

"Hello?" I said, waving my hand infront of him. He grabbed my hand, and I yanked it away from him.

"I just wanted to see how you were. Haven't seen you since this morning, or afternoon." He said.

I sighed and was about to close the door on him, but he had other plans. He stuck his foot out, blocking the door from closing, and looked me in the eye. He seemed really close, and I backed up away from him. His eyes were dark, and his face. There was just something about it that scared me.

I kept backing away from him, thinking that it would get me away from him, but he kept walking closer and closer to me. My back hit the wall, letting me know there was no more space to back up into. Yet, I still tried to back away from him.

Once he was only centimeters away from me, I looked to the side, avoiding his strong gaze. My breathing became heavy, almost as if I had a hard time breathing. He grabbed my chin, making me look at him. I narrowed my eyes at him, letting him know just how much I hated him. He put on a sickly smirl, and he let out a soft, creepy chuckle. My face now showing I was scared. Way to let myself down.

"Do I really make you that nervous." He said with amusement in his voice. He didn't make me nervous, he made me scared, and I hate him for doing that to me. I was hardly ever scared, except for that one night where Klaus looked really pissed off.

"You don't make me nervous, what makes you think you do." I spat, trying to sound as brave as possible. It was already bad enough that I looked like a scared little girl. The least I could do is sound brave.

"Maybe it's the fact that your breathing is heavy. And then there's look on your face. I just don't know what it is. It also seems as if your shrinking, and I'm getting taller." He said, sounding as if he knew every little thing there is to know.

"I hate you, you know that. Thinking you the one in charge, but in reality, you're not. You can't have control over me-"

"YES I CAN...I mean, I do." He said, pushing my face to the side, giving him all access to my neck. He leaned into my ear and spoke. "And once you're my wife, I'll make sure you understand that I'm in charge. I will become royalty. I'll even make sure your brother doesn't become the next Czar. I'll be, and you will be by my side, the whole time. We can rule together."

"How can you be so cruel like that. What did my family ever do to you..I'll make sure my father finds out your plan, and i'll make sure he gets rid of you" I sternly said. He smirked and chuckled.

"If you even think about running off to your little daddy, I'll kill them all. I'll kill your father, your brother, I'll even kill that little friend of yours, Klaus, and his family. And all who will be left will just be me, and you." He said, with a wickedly smile. I slapped him, as hard as I could. Making sure he felt the pain, which I'm sure he did. He put his hand up to his face, and looked down at me. He laughed, as if he was some crazy psycho. Scratch that, he was one. He grabbed my arms, roughly. I'm sure there would be a bruise there.

"What makes you think you can slap me, hm?" He said with gritted teeth. I tried to pull my arm away from his grasp, but his hand made sure I didn't get away.

"I will end this engagement, and i'll make sure I get rid of you. You aren't a family friends. You never were. You just used us. You used me, trying to get your way into the Royal life. Well let me tell you something. It'll never happen. You don't deserve it. For someone like you, you're an enemy. An enemy to every Royal family. You're an enemy to me. I'll make sure I never become your wife, without my father's help." He looked down at me, amusement in his eyes.