The Prince's Prisoner

Germany

Chapter Two - Germany. Enjoy!

Aria squinted slightly, the bright lights blinding her, a complete contrast to the pitch black night behind

Shaking her head, Aria walked up the few steps it took to be standing a mid the ever growing crowd gathering in the exhibition entrance

The large cream building towered above, the structured pillars surrounding everyone as they streamed into the grand architecture

Aria studied the crowd discreetly, observing the different faces. It seemed that most of the audience was of British heritage, but a large sum consisted of the German culture, with a few Americans, French and even one or two Spanish and Chinese

It was strange to wonder that even the opening of one establishment could bring so many people together

Aria continued her journey towards the bar, needing a drink

"Excuse me, ma'am?" came a strong voice behind her

Turning, Aria found herself face to face with one of the American visitors

"Yes, Sir?" she responded politely

"Are you lost? It is just you look a little young to be at an exhibition of this such" the accented man continued

"I am 19" she lied "Filling in for my father, who is to ill to travel from England to Germany"

"Oh dear" the man gasped "Let me get you a drink"

Aria nodded, and they sat at the bar, both with a glass of champagne

"I am Noel, Noel Ranger" the man introduced, holding his hand out

"Rachel Burke" Aria lied again, shaking his hand

"Lovely to meet you Rachel" Noel responded

After a moment more, Noel whisked off after saying he would hopefully see her later on

Aria stayed seated, her dress crinkling slightly. It was a beautiful, and very expensive dress. A plain black skirt attached onto a white short sleeve top, which had black lace pattern stitched over the shoulder and partly down on side of the top

"Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce your speaker for this evenings grand opening. Mr Wells"

Snapped out of her thoughts, Aria placed her drink down, and made her way over to the crowd as the message was repeated in various languages

The man started talking, but Aria was too distracted by the figure making their way down the main stairway to listen

The man walking down he stairs had a purpose, that was obvious

They had an aura about them, one that demanded to be noted and sent the hairs on the back of Aria's neck upright. His black hair looked as if it could give midnight a run for its money. It snaked down to his shoulders, light waves in odd places
He was tall and lean, he towered instead of stood, strode in replacement to walking. His posture showed a regal air about him, he knew he was powerful and also craved everyone else had knowledge of this instantly
His defined cheekbones stood out, and he was definitely handsome
He wore a pitch black suit, with a jade and gold scarf on, and he carried a black walking stick, with a golden top
But it wasn't how he walked or looked that unnerved Aria the most, it was his eyes. Those startling emerald orbs were a dark hole, that sucked up everyone, every movement, thought, emotion. He didn't look, he studied, observed you as if you were inferior, just an experiment...or a meal

When he landed on the bottom step, the man swung his staff and hit the two guards at the bottom of the stairs

Everyone gasped, or screamed as he them strode forward, lifting the speaker into the air, and depositing him on the table, holing him by his throat. Everyone stayed frozen, until he took out a weird contraption and shoved it into Mr Wells eye, the speaker was left withering alive underneath him as his eyes was ripped out of its socket