Blood And Light

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

"I smell roses"

AARON'S P.O.V

"Blondie!" I called out to her and watched as she ran through the crowd leaving me with questions I came up with myself and could not, for the fangs of me, figure answer to. Screw this ball I wanted to go after her; the fiery feeling wouldn't leave my stomach, I was afraid I was getting sick. For a few seconds I had drops of cold sweat dancing on my forehead and I kept messing with my tie. I ran back into the room hoping she'd still be there but I was left disappointed.

"Prince Aaron?" I heard a sweet voice say.

I turned around to see a beautiful girl; with short black hair she had a delighted expression spread on her face. She kept messing wth the corners of her scarlet red floor length dress. "Yes my lady?"

"Would you like to dance with me?" She asks all cheerful.

With the last of intentions of sounding rude I offer her a fake smile and deny. "I would love to, but not this time." I were not in the mood to do anything. She had my tiny little excuse of a brain occupied with her and only her thoughts.

"But-"

"Look girly, I don't want to be rude but I got shit of my own to deal with." That cheerful look takes itself off her face and she's left looking disappointed. She tries to smile and bows leaving me alone.

I catch Alexander's stare as I try finding Blondie. He raises his glass toward me and smirks. "To you." He mouths.

Me and Alexander had never gotten along, maybe because he was a light and I hated lights with all there was left in me; or maybe because my father seemed to like his presence better than mine as he would invite him and his father to such events. His brother on the other hand, never came and said he would prefer to stay home.

Bullshit.

By a lucky guess I'd assume he hated the bloods and didn't want to be associated with us.

All these fucking years I've waited for my mate, never had I ever guessed I'd meet her this ridiculous way. Back in school I did get into relationships when I was bored or I was having a bad week with my father and I needed a distraction. But none of them were serious, to me at least.

I managed to refuse some more requests to dance as I left the ballroom and walked through the corridors to my room. I laid my head down and closed my eyes for a split second. My rare moment of peace since my mother's death didn't last long before my father came rushing into my room. I only opened my eyes but didn't get up as did not want him to realize his presence disturbed me.

"What is the meaning of this?!" His majesty king William the great asks.

"Get out father." I say in a low voice but he raises his as much as he can.

"You dare tell me to get out?! I throw a royal ball for you to help find your mate as easily as possible and this is how you repay me?!"

"Yes?" I mumble.

"You get up now!"

I pull my upper body from the bed and sit up straight facing my father. "No." I tell him with a blank face.

"Don't you dare disobey me young man!" His voice rises higher with each word. I just stare at his face. H had visible wrinkles on his forehead; maybe from his current face expression or because of the fact that he was growing old.

"Okay." I reply to all his nonsense. That's what I called it when he tried lecturing me about the fact I was irresponsible and shit.

"Okay?!" He yells. "This is far from okay! The fact that you haven't found your mate yet is most certainly not the slightest of okay!"

"Exactly, my mate, it's my mate." I reply. "You are only worried about this because if I don't find my mate before the princess of lights finds hers then you won't have anything to rub in their face!"

My father looks at me with shock on his face. "Tha-that's not tru-"

"Don't even try denying it."I stand up in front of him. "Don't worry father, I hate the lights just as much as you do maybe even more. So I will find my mate."

"Aaron I-"

"I'd like to be left alone now please." I turn my back on him. I hear him sigh as he leaves. "Goodnight." He says.

"Two weeks son, that's how much time you have before I interfere." My father adds before leaving my room.

"You couldn't possibly interfere more!" I say loud enough for him to hear me from behind the door.

Since my mother's death, me and father never really spoke to each other. Although even when mother was alive we still didn't quite get along after she was gone things got too complicated. It was as if the only thing that kept us a family, my mother, was gone. And she was. She wasn't leaving to go visit family out of the kingdom, or with my father in long walks. This time she wasn't coming home late, with or without my father. This time she wasn't coming home at all. I can't lie, my father really did love my mother, too much in fact; to the point where he spent the first two months of her death drinking wine with the prisoners. It took some time, indeed, but my father learned to accept the fact that mom was gone. For good, and she wasn't coming back; not now or ever.

His counselors tried convincing my father to remarry, but he refused and vowed not to marry anyone ever.

I loathed lights, no one could ever hate a light vampire more and the way I did. They of all people had no right to snatch m mother from me. I was taught not to blame anyone for my problems, but this; this was everything but y fault.

I didn't sleep that night. I had to find her and only her. The sweet smell of fresh roses and blood kept haunting me every time I closed my eyes; she smelled like roses, and blood. Blondie had my mind occupied with the thoughts of her.

I kicked away every thought that warned me I would probably never see her again. It saddened me, the fact that I would never see her and all the times I would smell roses it would remind me of her. 

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A\N: Aaron's not the only one who had daddy issues. Vote and comment xxxx