Chapter: king

What am I eager to do, hoioioi, there is a new chapter here too. And I was finally able to dig up one of my favorite charas again, haaaaach, what a joy ..

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"You ?!" Her eyes wander over my body as if she's seeing me for the first time, and she doesn't look very convinced.
Probably rightly - after all, the Rosar are also called "Beautiful People" and at the moment I am certainly anything but a feast for the eyes. Rather the opposite, with my torn clothes and all the traces of blood and dirt, not to mention the tired expression on my face.
But that's pretty much the last thing I'll think about right now. "Yes, I", I answer calmly and lift my head to look at her a little more carefully - probably for the first time since she told me that my eyes are now green. As if that simple statement had completely cleared my head for anything that concerns anyone other than me.Her blonde hair falls gently around her face and her eyes still glide over me as if she were looking for some traces of an undiscovered beauty in me. "How do you know about the Rosar?" I ask, before she can go into more detail about my relationship to this hard-hearted people or inform me charmingly that I do not correspond to the idea of ​​a rosary at all, and a faint smile crosses her lips.
"They are legendary figures, just like dragons, unicorns and ...", she hesitates for a moment before adding with a crooked smile: "... vampires."
A dry laugh escapes me. "Say shape, what?" I ask ironically, while suddenly an absurd thought hisses through my head. She is right, we are legendary figures - and we exist! Does that mean that all the other mythical creatures populate the earth too? Unicorns, dragons, manticores, many-headed snakes?
"My grandmother used to tell me about them," she says quietly, her voice cutting my mind like a sharp knife, "before she was taking care of me so I could fall asleep."Almost grateful for the interruption to this brainstorming session, I blink a few times and tilt my head. "What did she say exactly?"
She frowns a little thoughtfully. "Not much. Just that they are beautiful. That they live in another place, far away, where it's terribly cold ... And that they rule over the elements. Fire, water, wind and earth." She shrugs with their shoulders.
A small smile crosses my face. "That's right", I confirm quietly, while I briefly consider whether I should tell her that the Rosar also feel a deep dislike for everything human and are just waiting for this race to finally exterminate itself and then to populate the planet , "but not all rosars rule over all elements. A semi-pink only over one element, a full pink over two ... and the royal family over all four."
She presses her lips together imperceptibly. "And how many elements do you master?"I hesitate. "Three," I answer, since I can't hide the truth after all.
Your eyebrows will rise. “And how can that happen?” There is a slight mockery in her voice that I cannot blame her. After all, this must all come as more of a surprise to her than my memory to me. The mockery is a shield and yet it hurts.
However, I do not show my feelings. "That's what happens when you give your brother an item to keep your friend alive," I reply, clenching my teeth so tight that my jaw muscles poke out of my face like small, hard table tennis balls.
She looks at me piercingly for a moment, then turns her head away. "I know that it all sounds completely logical to you," she says in an effortlessly neutral tone, "for me this is completely new territory. You confuse me more than you can probably imagine." in mine."If you don't want to tell, leave it. But stop telling me fragments and expecting me to understand you!"
A lump the size of Australia forms in my throat. "I'm sorry," I hear myself say, and even to my ears the phrase sounds trite and not meaningful enough for what needs to be excused, "really." I clench my fists and take a deep breath. "I don't know if I can tell you everything. And not just because I don't want to talk about it ..." I sigh and look her in the eye. "You would go if you knew everything. And I don't want you to go."
She shakes her head with a humorless smile. “I'm not here for who you were, Orion,” she explains calmly, “but for who you are. Your past doesn't change that.” She pauses for a moment, looks at the floor and then at mine again Face. "You don't know everything about me either. Very little in fact.I've also done things I'm not proud of. "She is silent again, a long silence, but I suspect that she has not finished yet and do not reply. After a few minutes she continues." We don't have to know everything about each other. But you ... "Sighing, she runs through her hair." There is so much about you that I don't understand! And if this is to work out with us somehow - then you have to allow me a little glimpse of who you are! "
I look down in shock and realize how right she is. Even if I'm afraid to chase it away through my past, keeping it quiet isn't necessarily a better choice. It would go like that too, only then I would never know what could have been.
So I take a deep breath and start to tell - from the moment I woke up a vampire to the time I cut my brother's chest open to burn his heart.
She doesn't say a single sound the whole time I keep talking and the darkness gradually settles over the house, and even if her persistent silence unsettles me, I force myself to continue speaking.At least I owe her that.
"So what about the Rosar?" she finally asks when I have finished, and to my silent amazement there is no accusation in her voice. Just interest. "Why don't you look for them anymore? For Can? And Molin?" When she says her name, she looks down for a moment and I smile involuntarily.
"The Rosar despise me," I reply quietly and thoughtfully, while in my mind I go through the agony of the time when I realized that I will never see Can or Molin again because of the accursed stubbornness of the Rosar, "they won't help me I can't go back without them, and they'd rather die than show me the way. "
She raises her eyebrow in confusion. "But you are their Crown Prince! When Narcissus is dead ..."
I press my lips together. I once thought similarly. "Yes, when he's dead," I repeat, "but I'm not so sure anymore."
Silence lies between us, an uncomfortable and oppressive silence."Let us join you in welcoming the ball kings couple - Ryan Ope and Leia Walker!"
It was to be expected that we would win. Even if I was still two and Leia even three years away from graduation, somehow we had risen to become one of the most popular students - which I personally only found in the fact that I was with Leia. There was probably no student who didn't like her - no male who didn't envy me for her, and no female who didn't want to be like her.
Well, and me - after all, I played basketball on the school team. Pretty good, in fact.
If Leia had still been a cheerleader, we would be the perfect stereotype of the American teenage couple.
I throw her a pained smile - after all, she knows how reluctant I am to be in the spotlight and then also in the suit that she has persuaded me to wear - offer her my arm and then lead her onto the stage. She beams at me, apparently more than satisfied, and leaves with a quiet "Thank you!" press the plastic crown onto her hair.To my horror, a similar thing is put on me and I also get a blue cloak around my shoulders, as well as a red one.
"And now - the royal dance!" our director announces us enthusiastically, and I godly take her hand and lead her onto the dance floor. The spotlight stabs me uncomfortably in the eye as I rock her gently back and forth in my arm to the beat of the music in front of the entire school.
"Aren't you enjoying this a little?" she finally asks and looks at me with big brown eyes, a little disappointed.
"Hardly", I answer truthfully, "but at least I dance with you and not with Linda Boyle."
She snorts and turns her head to look challengingly at that very young lady. "By the way, she claimed that you were gone together in the end."
There is a little jealousy in her voice and I smile slightly. "Oh yes?" I ask innocently, "does she do that?""Yes," she replies, trying to keep calm, "and? Is it true?"
I laugh silently and grip her hand a little tighter. "No." And add in my thoughts:You're the only one, you've always been.
She says nothing more and so we dance in silence until the music ends.

I blink slightly to suppress the memory, although this time it is even more present than any other before. I can still smell her perfume, feel the warmth of her hand in one hand and the fabric of her dress in the other, and my heart still beats a little faster, as it used to do when I was close to her.
Damn it, I suddenly realize,[i]I was happy before.
Before I can go deeper into the depression that is lurking on me, I suddenly hear the footsteps of an approaching person.
I jump to my feet and stand in front of Eleonora as a habit to protect her from any attacker.
Which turns out to be unnecessary, because the newcomer is none other than Dismas, for a change in human form."Orion", he says in greeting and lets his gaze wander over me, "well, the eye problem still not resolved?"
Eye problem ?!
"Better get used to it," I growl back angrily. Typical, really absolutely typical - not the slightest sense of other people's feelings. Dumb werewolf.
He draws his lips disapprovingly. "Well, let's see," he replies vaguely, and I would love to wrap his tongue around his neck and strangle him with it, "that's pretty strange. Are they still glowing in the dark?"
I force myself to breathe very calmly. "I haven't tried it yet," I reply, struggling to keep my composure. Dismas really had a way of taking me to the brink of a nervous breakdown without trying too hard. No wonder he got on so well with Mullholland.
"Hrmpf," he says ambiguously, and shoves