City of Magische Geschöpfe [Complete]

Chapter 25: Past And Present

Alleacia:

It was beautiful chaos. If it wasn't for the deadliness of the whole thing I would have watched it like a firework show. Thing is, it was deadly and that was something I couldn't enjoy.

But I had to just stand there and watch. Watch and friends tore into each other for . . . for what exactly? To protect myself until 'the time came'? The right time would be now. The King was so obviously dead. This could not be staged with him. He'd be here and he was nowhere to be seen. So I just stood there and waited.

Until the the crowds near me dispersed (mind you they kept a safe distance in the first place, but now they really moved). Fell on their asses and were tossed back at least a foot. It couldn't say for certain if it was fear or the air, but I'd hedge my bets on the blast of frigid air, because if I couldn't see this coming, then no damned person in the middle of fighting for their lives could either.

He landed in front of me. It was him again, in the flesh.

Jonathan. My darling.

My traitorous heart skipped and beat and my face flushed. Of course my body and all of my being recognized the man in front of me. To some extent. He was very different now. Very.

The air around him was not quiet and withdrawn, nor flirtatious. No, now it was only dangerous and angry. That little undercurrent of something which had sparked my flight reaction was full force.

The landing was also a power I had never seen on him before. Something that was never his to begin with either. Everyone around us was knocked to the ground. I leaned more against the wall, praying for this little sign of weakness not to show.

"Congratulations." I grit out. "You did it. You managed to take what you wanted."

"Thank you, milady." He bowed and his lips twisted up, but it certainly was not a smile. More like the snarl of a predator. "Are you ready to come with me now, my darling?"

I screw my eyes shut against the manic face of my lover and try to summon up an image to hold against whatever he was now. A monster with the power of a king.

"Who is this, Ally?" Jacob asks.

I want to scream. Jacob chose now to crawl out of whatever hole he had been hold to hide in. Idiot. IDIOT. There's panic gripping me by the throat, so I follow the first idea that pops to mind. I wheel right around and hit him full in the chest.

"Go AWAY."

Somehow, miraculously, he does what I ordered. I start to feel little prickles of guilt, but now was really not the time to be feeling that.

"Oh, is that your newest pet?" He tilts his head to the side, like a hunter seeking out its prey.

Why was no one coming for him, were we all too scared to stand up to a delisional child in a man's body? Yes. Yes, because he had too much power to back up that delusion.

"You too," I sigh.

His eyes slide slowly to me. "What did you say, darling?"

"I said, you too." My voice a little stronger now, I forge on. "Go away. No. I won't go with you. It doesn't matter if you did this for yourself or for me. Go away."

"Why?" He stalks closer, and I press myself harder into the unforgiving stones behind me. "Why do you reject me? I do something for this whole nation, just like my mother. We should not be seperate and secluded from the humans, even you can agree. I did this for all of us, so why?"

I want to laugh and cry. "You ask why, Jonathan?"

"Is it because I got you evicted? Sent to earth? You know that was just to teach you a lesson. Frame you for your parents murder and mine. Rather easy job since you never told the truth, right?" He scratches his hand down my cheek. "You know I would have gotten you out the moment you saw that the correct thing was being by my side."