((Before we stary: can i just say, I'm ruining something beautiful by publishing this. The current publishede chapter count is 69. After this is published it'll be 70. The glory will be gone))
It was the day Jasper and Esprit were paired. Esprit was playing with his other wolf friends, "Pups!" Muffin called, everyone silenced and sat still, "We have a matching today. One of you will be the prince's wolf. I will call a group of names, once I do please step forward." Everyone nodded, "Esprit." Esprit shyly wondered up to Muffin struggling against his leg as he called the rest of the kids. Esprit had been put threw a lot in the recent week, for, it was just last tuesday his parents were ripped from his grasp.
Muffin scooped up Esprit who couldn't help but feel genuinely depressed at the loss of his family. He called the rest of the wolves and they went off, Esprit's tail wagging rapidly. Muffin couldn't help but giggle at him. They went to Wolves Hall, a place where royal Skele-Wolves gathered, also where a Prince as given his personal guardian.
Esprit gulped, he was in the presence of Jasper himself, the future king! He couldn't help but feel anxiety. All the wolves sat in line, Jasper protesting saying things like, "I don't need a wolf!" and "I'm a whole six summers! I can take care of myself!" Fallacy just rolled his eyes at his child and made the boy sit, eventually Jasper listened, pouting. "Reminds me of someone, Lord." Muffin teased, getting a light hit from Fallacy, the two laughed.
Esprit felt a strange pull toward Jasper, without him even noticing his paws ere moving forward. Before reality sunk in he was in Jasper's lap. It wasn't until he felt Jasper petting him he snapped into reality, he froze, "Gah!" He exclaimed as he jumped back. Muffin burst into laughter, "Didn't realize you were moving, Esprit?" He asked, Esprit nodded shakily, but was pulled back into a hug from Jasper, "Your furs soft." The young prince giggled.
The hours passed and the children were chasing each other around the castle, laughing merrily as Esprit jumped on Jasper, both tumbling to the floor.
The years passed and the boys grew older. Now they were ten, "I'll race ya Esprit!" Jasper laughed, running across the field. Esprit grinned as he sprinted, beating Jasper in seconds flat. The two shared a good laugh and sat, chatting about anything.
Four more years passed and now the two were fourteen. But, today, Esprit's arch enemy would arrive. Encre.
Every night Esprit would sleep curled up at Jaspers head like pillow. But since Encore had came it had evolved to him sleeping at the foot of the bed. Esprit had a deep loathing ((ROOOOLLL CREDITS)) for Encre, he took his Jasper! HIS Jasper! He never got a loving cuddle. Jasper never playedvwith him anymore. It was, "Well, Esprit, I'm the future king! I need to be mature!" He'd always boast.
Some nights, when Jasper was deep in sleep, Esprit would just cry. He just wanted his loving, caring, snuggly, childish Jasper back. Over the years Esprit had fallen in love, but he kept it far out of sight, knowing his masters wife was already chosen. He just wanted to know someone would love and cherish him, that he mattered, that he had a purpose!
But, he didn't. He never would. So he started playing pranks, started craving attention from his master, he became a trickster, a their, a troublemaker. But, everyone stopped caring about his petty pranks.
He was lonely, afraid, falling deeper down this hole, into this maze of strings he'd tied himself into. And there was no escape. Hed fallen to deep. He cared to much! 'You promise Esprit! You promised yourself you'd never love again! But you did... And you were broken, beaten, bruised. You brought this on yourself! You caused this! YOU. BROKE. YOURSELF. No self kitty, you dont deserve pitty. You don't deserve love. You don't deserve him!'
The pain kept growing. The pranks kept happening. But no one knew. No one would ever know what lies behind his mask. Never again would he let someone in. He'd been hurt to much.
He pushed people away, he kept to himself. Dont get close, don't get hurt. Was his life motto.
But, now, his walls were breaking. He sat alone in his cell that he had stayed in since his abduction. But what had hurt him the most threw these years, was his rape. That horrifying might when he innocence was ripped much too soon. His virginity taken years and years before he was ready. His earth shattered as he screamed. The memories haunted him. Every. Single. Day. And he told no one. Not one, no one can know, no one can learn.
Daily, he begged himself to end it. But he was always to cowardly to do so. His heart ached. His mind raced.
His painful thoughts were shattered when he heard the door break open. He worried back into the corner, pulling his body to be a tight ball.
He heard a chuckle, a deep, menacing chuckle, the one that hesitated his nightmare. Voulvior's chuckle. Fear filled his bones, he started shaking. "N-NO! STAY BACK!" He begged, Voulvior doubled over with laughter. Cassé peering his head into the room, a curious expression on his face. Esprit blinked, and when he opened his eyes Voulvior was in front of him, his forefinger and thumb crawling Esprit's chin as his gaze was tilted upward every so slightly, "Oh, not yet my dear. We will have some fun again. But not yet." He grinned wickedly and stepped away, Cassé staying in the shadows. Esprit protectively wrapped his arms and legs around the one place he needed to protect from this child molester.
He wouldn't be violated again. He wouldn't be degraded. He felt arms wrap around him, he gasped as a hand covered his mouth, he attempted to scream for his father to help him, but he was knocked out to quickly.
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An Unexpected Love
Fiksi Penggemar-THIS IS NOT JUST A FALLENCRE BOOK- Encre.... A mortal artist trapped with a family of vampires. He loves his new life though. He was brought from his home to Fallacy as a use for heat but soon turned into the vampires lover. He watched as his steps...
