The Love Curse [boyxboy]

Chapter Five

Chapter Five (Alexander)

And I was right.

Slade and Zander sat on a Zander's bed while Storm and Mark sat on Slade's bed. I stayed on the other side of the room, away from Vladimir, who was sitting at the desk at the head of the room, one leg folded over the other regally. He seemed to be thinking about something for a moment before looking up, but not at me.

Anyone, but me.

He was avoiding my eyes on purpose, which made me frown. Was he guilty?

"The security breach happened sometime this morning," Vladimir began, his eyes drifting from Storm and Mark to Slade and zander, "One of the west gates had been busted open and the man guarding it on the other side was dead. A pile of ash from being burnt alive. No other signs were there, so I've had my men investigating the manor. Of course, it should all be cleared up by this weekend for the get together and surely he wouldn't be stupid enough to attack a party full of purebloods. Newell works through manipulation. He's tricked halfbloods and purebloods alike to follow his word when in the end, Newell only plans to let less than one third of them live."

"Then why not tell his followers tha'?" Slade asked, confused. Vladimir smiled lightly, folding his hands onto his knee.

"It's like trying to convince a Christian that there is no God. They don't want to listen. They refuse to. This is their savior. Newell will put an end to my reign, or so he thinks. But unlike Newell, my followers are in a larger number and stronger belief. They know I am their god because I prove that I am their god." He explained, making Slade nod slowly in understanding. Storm frowned, one hand locked together with Mark's.

"As for any information we dug up about Newell, we know it was one of his underlings. Nothing was stolen or destroyed, but someone had hacked into one of the central systems and pulled up a list of all the well known purebloods, including the remaining heirs of the Court of Seven." He informed calmly. Slade blinked, leaning forward.

"Court of Seven? What's tha'?" He asked curiously.

"The Court of Seven," Vladimir began gently, sounding more like a father than a king, "are the descendents from the ancient Druids. The Originals. They're all powerful purebloods that lead the smaller clans, the halfblood clans. A good portion of the Court of Seven has vanished. The only powerful clans left, with an heir anyway, are Gothica, Drakon, and Grey. All of those heirs within this room, of course." Slade's eyes widened and whistled, leaning forward on his hands on the bed.

"Tha's wicked! Ye's all powerful and junk! So's, then how come ye's havin' trouble wif this Newell character?" He asked curiously.

"Newell's Mark's cousin, a member of the Drakon clan," I spoke up, making Slade look at me, "He's extremely powerful and not to mention, he's angry. And when someone's angry, they're going to do anything to get revenge. Newell was born with this condition that gives him the appearance of a child. That's why he looked so little to you. He was supposed to take over the Drakon Clan, but his parents were embarrassed by his appearance and hid him away, giving the title to Mark's parents. Newell was furious and destroyed even his own parents. He wants to get rid of everyone, probably assuming that we're all making fun of him."

"How can you not," Mark drawled with an eyeroll, "He's a midget child with the brain workings of a psycho killer. That's like asking me to stop mocking Chucky."

"Chucky wasn't an evil vampire bent on destroying the human race and halfbloods." Storm pointed out sweetly, making Mark scowl. Storm smiled and didn't even pretend to hide the kiss he gave Mark behind his ear. Mark shivered and settled closer against Storm. I avoided looking at them now as Slade hummed thoughtfully.