A Collection of Imagines

Shawn

In the year 1749, in the outskirts of Lisbon, Portugal, ...

Red, Black and Purple

Vampires and witches can never be at peace with one another. That was what I was told since I was a child. I was brought up to curse every single one of them. I was instructed to fear and despise them. The war has been going on for too long. Our species have been using the world for our own destruction and after the many years of people telling me to hate vampires, I'm riding in the same carriage that delivered me to my parents to my potential death. The wheels halt against the gravel outside the medieval chateau. I glance out the window to stare at the architecture of the massive and luring structure. The stained glass windows must bleed red into whatever room it's constructed in considering most of the image of Jesus's Crucifixion is  colored in crimson. The gravel leads to the black marble stairs that is mostly covered in a blood red carpet, leading up to the entrance of the chateau. Standing on top in front of the large wooden doors are several people. My guess is that they are part of the Vampire Royal Family. The people I was taught to hate since birth. 

The first carriage stops in front of the stairs with several following closely behind. The driver jumps down from his seat to open the door to her. She steps out onto the gravel. My eyes go over her gown. A radiant violet. Matching the color of her people. Her people. Witches. Taught in the dark arts. Creators of all chaos. They have brought it upon themselves. This war. Their determination to create a reason for peace has fallen to this desperate last resort. They have sent the remaining heir of their Coven Royalty. Her eyes land on me and I can hear how fast her heart is beating. A mouth-watering pace. Her father interrupts my stare as he moves next to her, followed by her mother. The woman that was once feared by all of my kind. She had dabbled in the dark arts since she was young and I have no doubt that she has taught her own daughter. Witches. So predictable. 

I stepped onto the cold marble of the stairs and a chill runs down my spine. A stare was placed upon me, but I know where it's coming from. I look up to find all of the Vampire Court staring at me and my family. I feel a hand creep into mine and my gaze is placed on my mother's. She nods at me to keep moving. Another chill rush through my body. My eyes find his. The blood red eyes of the prince of demons, Shawn. His chilling eyes never leave mine as I make my way up the stairs to the doors. He watches my every move, just like a lion would watch a gazelle before he devours it. 

She stands before my father, curtsying like she has an ounce of respect for me and my family. My sister slightly hisses behind me. I place a hand on her stomach to calm her down. She knows better than to start a fight right now. It is known that it will happen later, eventually. I observe the girl in front of me again. My eyes find a mark on her chest, which is mostly covered by her dress, but as I look closer I can see that the mark is a hex. Someone has hexed her. So much for last remaining heir.  

A man steps forward. His large and demanding appearance allows me to believe that he is the Vampire King, Manuel. His elegant clothing clings to him with colors of black and gold. His eyes almost as red as his son's. I wonder when he last fed. He extends his gaze to my parents behind me, 

"Welcome to Vail Tahra. We have been waiting a long time for this moment of peace after years of never-ending war." 

Why did that feel like a poke at my kind? I shake it off as a woman comes forward. The Queen, Karina, dressed in a wine red dress that extends up to her neck and down to her toes. Eyes the same shade as Manuel. She curtsies and speaks in her heavy Portuguese accent, 

"May I introduce you to my family. This is my husband, King Manuel." 

He nods to us as she continues to a girl, who stands next to the prince. She wears a similar gown to her mother's. Her eyes red hot as she stares at me with a look of hatred on her face.

"My daughter, Princess Aaliyah Katerina." 

My eyes peel off of Aaliyah as Karina's hand travels to her son's shoulder. He wears robes outlined in gold and red. His hair almost jet black, curled to perfection on top of his head. His hands placed behind his back, which opens up his chest to reveal a wine red shirt underneath his dark robes. His pale skin is most prominent with the dark clothing. He smirks devilishly at me once he knows that my gaze is back on him. 

"And my son, High Prince and Heir to the Vampires, Shawn Peter Raul." 

Her mother steps forward in front of her husband and nobles that have piled behind her. She locks eyes with my mother. The stare is looming and I dislike how long it takes the woman to speak to her. 

"Allow me. I am Xenia Petrova, High Coven Leader of the Witches." 

She turns to her husband with her heavy dress and coat colored in purple and black. Her husband nods to her as her gaze is placed upon him. He wears similar garments with a gold chain around his neck with the covens symbol dangling on his chest. 

"This is my husband, Coven Leader Xander Petrova."

She steps to her daughter. Her hand reaches her daughter's, making her cloak ride up her arm, revealing another hex. My eyebrows furrow. Her mother looks to me again. 

"And this--"

"We know who she is." I'm quick to catch her. I step forward in front of my father, directly facing the Heir of the Witches Coven. I extend my hand to her. Her eyes study mine. She reaches her hand out to mine. I lean down to place a kiss on her hand. She slowly and shakily takes her hand away from mine. I bring my hand out from around my back. 

He reveals to me a single red rose in his other hand. My eyes study it as he offers it to me. He smirks and nods his head before I take it from him. "Thank you, Your Highness." He scoffs to himself and steps closer to me. His blood red eyes pouring into mine. 

"Please, call me Shawn, X."