Unbeknownst

Chapter 32- An Unknown Past

A familiar tune lulled in my ears as I sat in the extravagant living room. The soft carpet under my knees was embroidered with threads of gold and ruby. Its massive size not even spanning a quarter of the beautiful room. The ceilings were expertly painted and gold encrusted, the fire place matched its gold and marble pattern. The flame held within the massive thing crackled in a kind of agony while it whirled within its containment. The large and plush furnishings of the room surrounded me, as I kneeled and colored away on a piece of paper. I wore a light pink dress that pooled around me, the silky bow that tied around my stomach matching the one that held my hair in place. My parents were speaking to a couple, not too far from where I sat and hummed my tune. My mother had her arms crossed over her stomach lazily while my father held her close to his side and they discussed some important, and boring, matters with the other couple in the room. The male of the other couple wore a general's uniform and held his hat under his arm, his other arm was occupied with the beautiful woman that accompanied him. His dark rimmed eyes were a gorgeous shade of green, and his wife's were a deliquiate light blue. I paid no attention to the meaningless words they spoke and focused on my drawing. It was of a beautiful rose, though I couldn't get the petals quite right. Their lopsided and robust forms frustrated me and I concentrated hard on perfecting them. As I colored a rotund petal with a scarlet crayon something hit the back of my head. I yelped out when my hand slipped due to the abrupt impact to my head. The ball that hit me was soft and did not hurt me, yet my cheeks flushed with a gentle rage because my drawing was now ruined. I whipped my head around, my long hair lifting off my shoulders with the movement, as I looked straight at the guilty party. A small boy, about my age, stood wide-eyed and gape-mouthed in front of me. His gentle and beautiful features were framed by soft, loose, dirty blond curls sprawled atop his head messily. His cheeks were tinted red and his open mouth allowed me to see tiny fangs poking from behind his lips. His eyes were silted and feline, their pale green color was framed by a thick black ring. His dirty blond lashes extended well past the normal point and his brows were furrowed as he gawked, taking in my features.

"I-I'm sorry miss." His voice was high and smooth despite his stumbled words. I said nothing, just stood there glaring at him mercilessly. "Did I ruin your drawing?" He tilted his head and looked at the partially crushed paper in my chubby hands.

"You did." I said coldly.

He took a step towards me, "I'm sorry. May I see it, miss?" He stretched out his small hand, "Maybe we can fix it." He looked at my hand and patiently waited for me to hand it to him.

Grudgingly, I pushed the paper forcefully into his awaiting hand, "Drawings can't be fixed." I said through gritted teeth.

"Don't be silly," He giggled looking at the bright red mark that he'd caused, "I can fix it." He said enthusiastically. He fell to his knees and picked up a black crayon, his tongue peaked from his lips as he concentrated on fixing his mistake. His small hand skillfully brushed across the paper as he worked diligently. He picked up the red wax and made some final touches. I stared at what appeared to be a master at work with wide eyes. His grace and speed impressed me, and before long he was done. He looked up at me proudly and put the paper in my face. "Look, I fixed it." He beamed, his gleaming daggered teeth flashed with pride, "I told you I could do it." He said proudly.

"Wow." I was truly amazed by his work, each petal of the rose was now expertly outlined in black, the line he had caused turned into an open petal that was ready to fall of the crimson rose with the slightest brush of the wind. He added a stem to the rose with sharp thorns that looked as if they could cut through the page, one of the thorns had a gleaming drop of scarlet sliding past it. "It's beautiful." I sang in awe.

He smiled up at me with gleaming pride, "Thank you!" his head tilted slightly to the side, "What is your name?"

I smiled back at him, "Emily."

"Emily Voltare." He said my entire name, "My name is Kai, Kai Vondrasek. I hope we can be friends."

I giggled and we continued to talk and play while our parents discussed their business.

My eyes flew open and my breaths were labored, flashed of the memory replayed in my head. I knew Kai. Our past conversation came to mind soon after the realization, "How is it that you know me? I mean, how did you know I was the lost royal child? And that I would be awakening?" My suspicion grew. He tapped the tip of my nose with his pointer finger, "That is for me to know and for you to remember." He said playfully." That's what he meant, he knows me. I thought, so why didn't he just tell me? Shuffling behind me jarred me from my thoughts. I quickly realized where I was and memories from the previous night flooded my mind. My cheeks burned as I assessed our position on the bed. The covers were messily tangled at the base of the bed, Louis had his arm wrapped underneath my bare breasts. He hugged me tight to his equally bare body. Our legs were tangled together within the messy sheets, and his abdomen was pressed against my lower back. I slowly turned to my body to face him, moving carefully as to not disturb him. I stared at him, his eyes were closed and his face held no concern or worry, as if he would rather be in no other place. I smiled absently to myself, he looked so peaceful. His thick black eyelashes brushed his rosie cheeks and his slightly parted plump lips looked soft and inviting. He stirred after a moment, as if he could feel my eyes on him, his eyes fluttered open. His diamond irises fell right on me, for I was the only thing in his line of sight. I watched his feline eyes, their slits tightening with the sudden presence of light. He sighed, bringing his hand up to trace the intricate patterns of the lunate mark beside my eye.

"Good afternoon, my little rune." He said sleepily.

I smiled before my face contorted into one of confusion, "Afternoon?" I questioned sitting up and looking out the bay window. The sun was bright, its harsh rays burned my sensitive eyes. It gleamed bright yellow yet it kissed the horizon.

"What's wrong?" I heard Louis question from behind me.

"I have to go." I said quickly glancing at the clock, 7:12.

"Where are you going?" He questioned me as I threw on my clothes.

I paused whilst putting on my jacket, "I have to speak with Kai."

"Right now?" Louis propped himself up on his elbows.

I shrugged, "He's got a lot of explaining to do." Louis huffed and rubbed his eyes sleepily. I threw a shirt at his face, "you're coming with."