When Our Worlds Collide (Editing)

[1] Ryder

(Ryder's POV)

"This is bullshit!" My friend, Gregory, exclaims.

I chuckle as I watch him punch Zac on the shoulder.

"Hey," Zac protests. "I said go left!"

"No, you said straight, you chicken shit!" Gregory argues.

Zac shrugs, "Hey, I'm twelve. I am entitled to mistakes."

Gregory gapes at the boy, "You got me killed on purpose! You little-- Ryder, Zac's being an asshole!"

I laugh, "He's your brother and you chose to play video games with him."

"That was only because he said that he was smarter than me, and you know I hate looking dumb!" He retorts.

"And how's that working for you?" Zac snickers.

Gregory hissed at his brother, flashing his fangs. Zac only smirks and plucks his brother's forehead. I shake my head; why do I hang out with them?

"Because, you royal asshole, our parents practically raised us together so I can protect you in the future."

Shit! I said that aloud.

"Yes, you did."

I glare at Gregory, "I'm going for a walk--Alone!"

Gregory sits back down, but he watches as I grab my jacket and walk out the room. I put my jacket on as I climb out an open window. I slide through and I drop to the ground, a tree branch hitting me on the way down. Note to self: Jump from a window that's not more than a hundred feet off the ground. I dust my jacket off from the crinkling leaves and small shards of tree bark.

I look back at the castle-- yes, I said castle-- to make sure my exit was unnoticed. When I hear no alarms or the marching of guards, I relax and stuff my hands in my pockets. I head off, quick to get to the nearest town. I allow myself to relax as I walk down the unforgivably long driveway. God, I hope there aren't any wolves out at this time.

One of the local vampires caught word that the town's Pack, The Greyhound Pack, has been given orders from their Alpha to kill any of us they see. As if the peace between our kinds isn't fragile enough. I huff in annoyance, noticing the small puff of smoke that emanated from my mouth.

I look up at the sky, mesmerized by the twinkle the stars hold. When I was younger, my Father used to compare my Mother's eyes to the stars. Now, all he does is whisk her away on vacations almost every week for months on end, leaving me here to run the fucking Kingdom. I force myself to think of something else since this topic always made me want to kill something. Anything.

I look up and I notice I had wandered into town. Fantastic. That means I've been walking for three miles and I haven't noticed, I think dryly.

Well, since I'm here, I should do something relaxing or fun. I should watch a movie. I check my pockets to find that I indeed did have my wallet. Great. I head to the local cinema, occasionally sniffing the air for a Wolf. The cinema comes into view and I head in, the smell of butter and salt filling my nose. I walk up to the ticket booth to see some blonde chick. I clear my throat and she looks up from her magazine.

Lust starts to radiate off of her, "How can I help you!"

"Uh, I'd like a movie ticket to any action movie that's in. Surprise me."

She smiles, "Living a life full of unexpected detours. I like that in a man."

I grin and she types something into the computer. I hand her a twenty dollar bill and she hands me a ticket.