Nightfall: The Pureblood of the Assassins

3rd Night: The Ice Prince

Cyprian's POV

Oh, great purebloods of the wind! Spare me your mercy!

The classroom was reeking of designer perfumes and dusty face powder and make-up. I couldn't help but feel sick. Girls painted with all colors talked and gossiped like there was no tomorrow, ruining the fine noon ambiance. I was turning purplish-green out of suffocation when another heartless creature sprayed more on her hair. The other guys know better not to interrupt their retouching session.

I sat at the corner of the room, praying silently for perfumes to be banned by the government. Aside from the fact that it makes vampires sick, it also interferes the air movement. I couldn't find Selene's scent with all those horrible smell.

"Ohmygosh! That's like totally sweet!" A girl (I didn't know my classmates' name, sorry) looking sweet with her pink style squeaked to her friend who looked like a yellow bird with all of those yellow feathers around her hair.

"I kno- Oh no! You look, like, totally gruesome with that hairdo of yours!" Pinky uttered an insult back to her friend. To tell you, that was also the thing they were arguing about when Selene and that guy went back from somewhere. yesterday. Do friends do that, insult one another over and over again? I still couldn't understand mortals.

A worldwide make-up figh started. I, together with the other boys, decided to stay out of it. I just closed my eyes trying to calm my mind. My mind started to feel at ease when a dead voice called, "Come."

An invitation from him. I immediately opened my eyes and I was horrified to see the room empty. No fighting mean girls, just a dark room with a cold air. The sky outside was dark, no sign of the fine weather. My heartbeat raced. Thump thump thump, it said.

A distant memory flashed before my eyes. The time when I was living in Alaska as an eight-year-old kid with an hermit. He once said, 'The dimension is difficult to direct, almost impossible, my boy. But him? He could control it like blinking an eye. It's an easy thing for him. Altering the dimensions and controlling it can destroy the world as we know it. Powerful, eh? But as powerful it is, it is also that weak. Why? Because it can get out of control, kill its master. A simple mistake can vaporize the wielder. The power over dimensions, when used with hatred, can eat the heart. It will erupt like fire, hotter than hell, and burn that tiny heart huge with anger."

'How do you stop it, then?' I asked.

The hermit ruffled my brown hair. His gnarled old fingers travelled from my head down to my cheeks. 'How do you fight fire, child?'

'Water.' I answered firmly. He looked at me with passion, maybe with pity also.

'Or ice.'

I stormed out of the room and followed the invitation. I could feel the temperature dropping as I approached the center of the power. The fact that coldness was eating me troubled me. I was cold myself. How can something cold feel coldness? As I leave the deserted school, I could feel my left eye cracking. This was bad. I put that behind my head. I couldn't worry about my eye right now.

I darted faster than a horse. I followed the scent and it lead me in a space at the back of the school. A cratered road lead to an enormous gate leading to a ruined chapel. At either side of the gates stood two head-less angel statues. The gates were rusted, wild vines were tangled to the rusty bars. The wind howled rudely as I stepped my feet on the chapel ground. Time seemed to slow down. I had a closer look of the chapel. A hole was on its side by a window. The old broken doors were still on their hinge but they hang helplessly. The roof was gone, leaving a huge hole on the chapel's top. Though it was impossible with dead trees around, dried leaves were falling everywhere.