Chapter Eleven

Cheryl's confinement did not last long as she and the other four male vampires where called by Ali to help put the library back together after the albino's trantrum, and said girl was more that willing to help.

That did not last long either.

Currently, the girl was laying on her stomach, her eyes scanning a page from the book she had layed open on the ground in front of her. Completely ignoring the pinknette who was chastising Jason (again) for putting the books in the wrong order while the man did his best to not yell back knowing it will turn into a full blown arguement he would more than surely loose. Yet, everyone knew that he would not be able to hold back for much longer seeing as his patience was running thin already.

While that was about to go down, in another part of the huge library Mason and Oliver where hidden away between two the thousands of shelves, trying to organize the books that had been assigned to them by Ali, but it appeared that only Mason was the one working while the blonde man was far too with a book that instead of putting back, he was now reading. The brunette put his hair in a bun when he noticed that the blonde had not even completed half of his first pile, so he called out to him.

Absorbed as he was Oliver failed to take notice of his name being called, or the man that had moved to stand behind him. "Oliver" This time it would be impossible for the blonde to not hear or ignore his name being called, since the person that had spoken his name did so in his ear. But he was too busy hiding his flushed face in his hands.

The action didn't go unnoticed by Mason who giggled, only making Oliver go even redder in the face. Softly he took hold of his pale wrists, bringing them down as the blonde was far too embarrased to show resistance and put up a fight ( which he would have won, in his opinion but he didn't so...)

And when he thought things couldn't get worse, Mason stroked his cheek with his thumb. Softly tracing the scar that run down his cheek, feeling the coolness of the ring the man had decided to wear that day on his cheek. Oliver, who was looking at the floor up to this point, finally decided to redirect his eyes on the other male. Big mistake.

The way Mason looked at that exact moment; the way he looked at him, with so much softness and adoration, wearing a calm expression of tranquality, which unknown to the blonde, washed over him every time he laid his brown eyes on him. That was the look, the look that made him melt and go weak on the knees.

Suddenly, the cool feeling of the ring was on his lips as Mason softly stroked them marveling at the feeling. Oliver was trying to drown his panic, which was contradicted by the excitement he felt towards his friends actions. The two feelings, while usually interwined, where quite different and Oliver couldn't tell which was the dominant one. Or which one was Mason feeling at the moment. His face was difficult to read, as per usual, yet this time it was for different reasons. Because this time, he wasn't difficult to read because he was too quite, but because he was too loud.

For this one, small, almost insignificant looking action, gave off so much, it was so loud Oliver would have closed his ears if it weren't for the shock that had him stand still and unmoving, awaiting for his next movement.

Mason spoke, and it was something so characteristic of him, the blonde felt like laughing.

"The scar is healing nicely" he smiled "You'll be rid of it in a few days"

Characteristic of him, and shocking at the same time. Of course he would be mindful for his injury and check up on him, but considering his previous actions. So tender, personal and different. It felt out of place.

Mason removed his hand, his fingertips lingering on the curve of his cheek for a second longer and then he let go completely.

But Oliver wasn't ready for this to be over just yet. So, he grabbed Mason's wrist strongly, pulling him closer to the point where they were inches apart. This time, the taller man was the one breathless as Oliver started closing the distance between them. Mason closed his eyes.

"WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!"

Ali's booming voice burst their little bubble causing them to snap their eyes wide and look at each other terrified. Quickly they reached the others' location thinking that Cheryl was at the receiving end of Ali's screaming. Only to the albino laying on her back on the floor, totally relaxed, an amused grin adorning her feautures, while her fingers mindlessly played around with a black pen she must have found laying around.

Elijah was standing next to her, accompaning Cheryl's amused expression with his own unbothered one. Not really surprised at the physical arguement that was going on between James and the librarian. He knew it would lead to that since Ali had been pushing their luck with the short man all the while they were there, making snarky comments at every mistake he made. And James, answering with his own insults, wasn't exactly the innocent party.

Hence why they were kicking and throwing punches at each other like school children. Cheryl was sure that this was some sort of play time for them considering the fact that she knew for a fact that James was much more trained than this. Or she hoped anyways, because if that weren't the case then the royal vampires that lived in this very castle should just be ready to be killed. They stood no chance if men like James, that were supposed to be their guards, where at that level of fighting.

Suprisingly enough, Mason was the one to pull the two apart by the collars of their shirts. The hybrid could be wrong, but she was sure that there was anger in his eyes. Amidst the chaos Cheryl gathered her book and abandoned her spot on the floor, going deeper inside the library. Elijah allowed her to stray away a specific distance before he followed after her, giving her some space.

Finally, he found that the girl had stopped over a pile of books, seemingly trying to decide which one would capture her interest. Blue eyes watched her as she settled for the third book in the pile. Elijah managed to read the titled as she flipped through it and smiled.

"You interested in history?"

"Nah, history makes me angry but i need to find drama in my blood line"

Elijah let out a sound "There is plenty of drama in your family. Some murder, some overthrowing, some incest" Cheryl made a disgusted face at that " But that was before Dracula"

"And after" she noted

"And after" he nodded.

"Why does history anger you?"

Cheryl looked at him, holding the book she had picked up, showing it to him "Old men who were not worthy of the throne thinking they are always right and just but all they did? All they did was make their people suffer, made vampires animals. They weren't capable, but they were too proud to see that. And all because they had the right family, by birth right." She threw the book back on top of the pile "Pathetic" she spat out, making her way past Elijah, who followed her.

"Those kings where over thrown"

"Serves them right, no?"