The Loving Duck

First Prey

Chapter 8

??? P.O.V.

~After school...~

My job was suppose to protect my 'world', but... I failed that.

'I don't wanna go home, Miss. It's hell there, so please, help me!' His voice echoed in fear.

My job was also to not turn to the darkness... But it felt so alluring.

"Do not worry, my Dear," I whispered in his ear, "Suffer through tonight, and something spectacular will happen..."

I watched his expression, from fear to slight confidence, he nodded short and timidly.

"Good boy," I hummed, "Tonight is the night, the night to bring forth the Princess," I hovered closer to his ear, "YOUR Princess, your SAVIOUR."

And from there, I caught him. My first Prey.

"My Dear -poor- Prince," I called, "Do you know what you must do?"

Perfect, his movements were to my liking. He moved like a swift puppet, nodding his head, and his eyes the color of raven red eyes as he responded.

'Wait for my Dear Princess, and she will be my bride. My saviour of my own.' He smiled dreamingly.

I smiled evily, but quickly shook it off.

No! I must resist the temptation!

"You can't do a thing! Remember~?" Miss Drosselmeyer voice echoed, giggling crazyly afterwards.

I clenched my teeth, and let the darkness soothe me. Fine.

"Exactly, soon she will be in your arms," I cooed wickedly, "And... in return?"

He turned to face me, his now glowing red eyes humming with determination, 'I will do what I must. You will get the pendant.' He bowed slightly.

"Good," I hummed, "'Till then Knight Prince."

'Knight Prince?' His thought echoed.

I lightly turned him around, "Yes, Knight Prince."

The night is always a great night, at least, that's what I use to think. I calmly and quietly hovered over to the Swan statue, along with the Knight that knelt. And with a 'light' push, I grabbed the stone sword from the statue Knight. The Evil in me, smirking inside, but at my outward appearance I wore a calm demeanor. Cold, yet, alluring feeling of the stone sword gave me power. And with chilling power crawling on my back, then arms to my hands, I place the power in the sword. It glowed a faint red aura.

I turned toward my first prey, "This here will be your weapon, Dear."

As I was about to hand it to him, and he was about to take it formally, but I pulled it back.

"But," he looked confused as I pointed the tip of the sword down, "Beware, do not let the Princess touch it. Then you won't be able to protect her, and her power will purify it."

His controlled red eyes stared, "Do you understand?" I hissed slightly.

He nodded quietly, 'If that is what I must do, then I shall.' His face more firm and confidence than ever.

I smiled, "Good boy, Roland."

Roland then knelt on his knees, like that Knight, and held his head down.

I pulled the sword up swiftly, and as I tapped the sword on Roland's right shoulder, then calmly over his head to his left shoulder.

"Roland, rise." My 'voice' purred.

But... This wasn't me.

Roland stood as his head was still down, "From now on, you are no longer a boy, but a knight. A Knight Prince. A Prince from and for our new kingdom, Sacrifié Kokoro."

Right after I finished my sentence, Roland, my Knight Prince, lifted his head up. His red bright eyes glowing as he looked up, causing a red streak that followed his eyes. A pleased smile on his nice face.

The moment I gave Roland the sword, royally properly, the uniform for the school burned black. Forming into a black shining, knight's armor. The crows cawed in excitement, arousing the excitement of our new prey. Crow feathers slowly fell from them, a force of wind blew them towards Roland's head. Neatly, the crows' feathers planted on his head to form a knight's helmet mixed with a crown. Roland's eyes were closed, a mask covered half his face, crows flew in a crazy circle formation.

I smiled, "Good luck." I said before snapping my fingers, teleporting myself to my 'home'.

And before I slipped away, I saw him shove the sword in his left hand. The sharp end first, entering in his hand. His knightly clothes disappeared as he placed his sword away.

I stood there, my head numb from the thrilling control, and the numbing pain of a headache coming on. I held my head in my hands, and slowly, I covered my face. My shoulders started to shake, then my arms, body, and legs.

I laughed, maniacally, in my hands. My hair fell down from the disappearance of the feather, my tutu dress started to turn back to my uniform, my black hair covered my eyes. And soon enough, I started to cry while laughing. I must have sound crazy... And pitiful.

Because I can hear her laugh.

"This is my fault."

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So... :>

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WARNING!