It's for the best. ..Right?

Chapter 4

“Okay, let me get this straight. You took me from my tribe, stripped me of my clothes, put me in this skimpy dress, and you don’t even want to marry me?” Crimson slowly rose in her seat, her eyes becoming slits as she looked down at him. Her fists clenched so tight, that her nails punctured her palm bit, and she lost her calm and collected cover. Soon, she lost her control; slapping him across the face, making his head snap to the left, and his cheek grow a red hand mark.

“Don’t even answer that. I-I, I don’t care anymore.” She slammed her spoon down and ran out of the kitchen. Her footsteps slapping against the wood and tile, the sound echoing through the halls, since she had no shoes and even the sounds of her running up the stairs was menacing. But when she slammed her door, he finally relaxed, putting his hand to his cheek, and massaging it while he sighed.

“Seriously?” Evie and Iris walked in, but Iris was the one talking, as he took a seat at the other end of the table, both of them having a bowl like his, and he poured them both a cup of juice. His eyes going to Iris, as she put her hands on the table, looking straight back at him, while Evie just started eating, being the quiet one out of the twins.

“You had to go, and upset your fiancée? What is mother going to think, when she hears of this. Hmm? She would not be pleased.” Iris shook her head, as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms, and just looking him over. Her green eyes looking mischievous and luring, which meant he was going to have to make a deal with her. She must’ve saw me notice this, letting out her famous smirk, her vampire fang showing, and in the corner of her eyes, there was a slight twinkle. Her flaming red, which seemed to be sitting on black coal, hair complimented her eyes; those green pools that she got from their mother, almost making them flare without her trying. She had a very thin figure, developing what she wanted by now, she had stopped the clock at 18, or just stopped aging, now being about 30. While her twin, Evie looked to her while sipping her drink, then let out a sigh, as she set it back down on the table. Always being calmer than her sister, she had the same blue eyes Isaiah had, and the same hair her sister had. They even had the same outfit, too, a purple and green plaid shirt, black skinny jeans, and purple worn-out converse. Their piercings were out, since it was only used for intimidation purposes, for all the boys to stop following them around, like sick puppies.

“What’s going to keep your trap shut, Iris?” He always admired his sister’s courage, but sometimes he just wish they were scared of him.

“Well, your next allowance would suffice-“

“I expect a smile on her face, before this week is over. You can do whatever, except send her home and buy her happiness.” Evie finally spoke up, interrupting Iris on purpose, her eyes looking serious, but the blue was soft and endless. While her voice, was quiet and music to the ears, seeming as if she wouldn’t hurt a fly, and become helpless at hard situation. She hardly talked, and that was possibly the reason, since she didn’t want to be judged so quickly. Her head was tilted to the side, eyes blinking repeatedly, as if to mock him a bit.

“Well, do I make myself clear, Isaiah?” He nodded slowly, and she smiled, leaning over the table, kissing his forehead. While he just sighed and ruffled both of their hairs, making them laugh, then continuing to eat.

[Meanwhile: In Crimson’s Room]

“Stupid prince- I hate this place. If I’m going to stay here, I might as well get comfortable.” Crimson started tearing the gown, and took the make-up from the dresser, drawing her tribe’s symbols on it, and even the face paint, as she was holding back tears. But didn’t know why they were there, thinking this was possibly, something she should’ve known, instead of getting emotional about it.

“Calm down, love. You’ll hurt yourself, if you continue.” Katherine stepped in; shutting the door behind her, resembling Isaiah a lot, and Crimson just looked at her through the mirror. Her voice was soft and velvet, like most mother’s voices have become, when they have children. She was wearing a deep read night gown like Crimson’s, but it was a special maternity one, that flowed over her round belly, it seeming to have triplets in it, because of the size. Her green eyes looking at her kindly and concerned, but that just made Crimson finally break into tears, her hands coming to her face to hide it.

“I’m-I’m sorry; I just want to go home.” The mother approached, pulling Crimson’s hand from her face, since she was clawing herself. But when Crimson opened her eyes, she was enveloped in a hug, a hand running through her hair gingerly, and the woman was whispering down at her; “It’s alright, child...” or “There’s no need to cry, love.” Having this support, Crimson was calming down and slowly stopped resisting the embrace, feeling as if the woman was a lot like her own mother. She had stopped crying, and was just relaxing against her chest, enjoying the motherly feeling.

“Now, let’s clean you up.” She turned her towards the mirror, and Crimson’s face was red, from her nails and tears. Setting her down on the chair, she walked to the bathroom, and came back with a wet cloth. Katherine patted at her face, cleaning off the makeup, and washing the scars she made with her nails. Crimson’s thoughts started to drift off, but before she knew it; everything went black.