You're my mate... I will never let anything happen to you

Epilogue

Twelve years later... 

(6:00 p.m) 

"Mom!" Sean called from down the hall. "You've got to look at the television!" 

I bent back the shank on my pointe shoe. Sean is always wanting me to turn the television on because I  am always on the television. I have become quiet famous here in London, making my way to principal dancer of the Royal Ballet. I am internationally known nowadays as Natalie, the Dying Swan. 

I have never understood why they call me "The Dying Swan," which doesn't make sense because of the fact I have only danced the Dying Swan ballet twice. And when I did dance both of those ballets, it was televised... which makes more sense to me why I am called that... eight years and I am just now realizing that! I am a blonde, minus the fact I have brown hair. 

I turned the small television on in my bedroom to BBC 1. 

"Rap artist Evan McAllen was spotted last night in a pub in the Greenwich area. The rapper famous for his hit, Natalie, was spotted having a drink. A crowd of two hundred fans crowded around the pub. A group of police had to crowd the crowd out of the way so Mr. McAllen could exit the pub." The news woman known as Fiona Bruce said over a video. 

Evan McAllen, the idiot alpha male of the Hoppers has become a best selling rap artist. What a pervert, the man wrote a rap with my name as its title! I'd sue him, but each time he comes to London he ends up leaving within two days! Hardly enough time to file a lawsuit! 

Sean knocked on my bedroom door. "Did you see him?" 

"Yes, he's as big of a bastard as ever!" I whined. "Come in here! Goodness Sean," 

I don't know what it is with Sean, but he doesn't like coming into my bedroom anymore. 

Sean opened the door, and entered my bedroom simply to sit at the foot of my bed. 

I smirked. "What is wrong with you? A sixteen year old scared of his mother?" I asked. 

"I just..." Sean began to talk. The doorbell to our apartment rang. 

I got up from my position on the bed. "Honestly Sean, we are going to have one of those 'heart to heart' talks when I get back if you don't start acting like you love me." 

I exited my bedroom with swift speed. "I do love you!"

"Well, you have certainly caused me enough sadness for not telling me that you do! Goodness! I am your mother." I called back after entering the living room. 

I unlocked the front door, opening it slowly. 

"Good day Natalie," Evan the idiot bastard said opening the door. 

"What the fuck do you want?" I spat. 

Evan simply smiled. He looked all over my body, he won't find much, I hardly weigh but 100 pounds since joining the Royal. 

"I just wanted to be with you, goodness the first time I am seeing you in real life for nearly twelve years." He reached out with his hand and rubbed his knuckles against my face. "You remain one of the most lovely women in the world. I am so glad we can be together for even this brief time..." 

"What the Hell do you think we had?" I asked in a whisper. "You stole my mate from me, then when we tried to escape, William died. And it was your fault that he died, because we would have never left if it wasn't for you." 

I stared at him, staring up and down his face for any sign of sexual excitement. He simply smiled, and moved slightly closer to me. 

"Come on," Evan whispered.