Curosity

Michael jumped up the dream that was more than a dream scared a piece him, somewhere felt scared. Bringing his hands to his face he noticed a certain wetness on trailing down his face. Running to the bathroom turning the corner as he faced the mirror to see nothing more redness around his eyes and the tears that had fallen out of them.

He had cried?

Cried.

Why, what had made him cry in his dream? He never recalled he had ever. He had maybe cried himself to sleep, but never had he woken up with tears. And all because of her. Because of what she had said like bells in his ears repeating, "Honestly, I think it's better that we met like this… meeting a lover's dream."

Such simply words had a devastating effect. Apart of him felt relieved. Relieved that she understood their position. That she wouldn't tell anyone their secret. But that other part that part that ate at him, that didn't want that. Yet again he wasn't sure what he wanted. Yesterday, she un shamelessly defended him against her own kind.

Was there a need to protect him? Or was it for just keeping the sake of peace? " Oh, fuck me." He sighed. He felt full of shit, if he was honest. Not knowing what he wanted yet wanting, expecting an answer from her, when he didn't want to accept the undying truth.

Even with all of this, he could help but want to be near her. To see her. Hear her. Smell that sweet scent that lingered in his mind making it fuzzy. Damn this soul connection he felt that only drew him closer.

That was it. He was sure of it. Or at least trying to convince himself. He ran his hands through his hair as he walked off to ready himself for the day. Preparing to be comfortable he walked around in his regular black outfit as he decided they was probably no sensitivities for the day as Eli had not come to advice him. He would go strolling around the palace, attempting to lay low after the debacle of yesterday.

The grandiose manor was drenched in jewels, diamonds, and gold. Nothing subtle about their luxurious position, life, and status. Although not at all his preference he believed it could used some wood furniture, he couldn't deny it was nice. Even his dormitory embellished in silk sheets, and marble bath, as a Prince he quite enjoyed those minimalist things.

Strolling through the halls few people were present. Some bow and greeted them as he sent a wave or a smile of acknowledgment, others would mutter and side eyed him as they turned their gaze from his. There had been few times in his life were he wanted to be invisible, and this was one of them. Escaping from the choice of reality. He guided for looking for a place, any place to bury himself with distraction.

Then a door slightly ajar with bright light coming out caught his eye. Deciding to peek he neared as he saw what lied inside. His eyes widened at the room, covered in never ending row of cases of books, peaking his curiosity he stepped in. Opposite to the rest of the palace, it was all made out of cherry wood except for the high white ceilings that in the middle hanged a over sized chandelier. Multiple staircases leading to the upper levels. "There must have been a million, a billion books in here." He thought as the high pitched voiced interrupted his thoughts.

" Excuse me, coming through!" A tiny meek voiced called out as he turned around meeting a tiny four winged creature carrying a hefty sized book as she flew to the highest case and placed the book there. The fairy dust lingering back as it shattered among his hair.

" A fairy?" He spoke as the fairy turned around and retorted.

" Who you calling a fairy?" She repeated as she came up close.

He laughed, there she was small golden winged. Fairies weren't rare creatures, however they didn't liked beings seen, so how did the royals acquire them.

" Hush, Delphine!" Another voice called out this time an older man with circular clear glasses, white beard, and dark skin. He appeared at least a millennium older, but not as old as a hag.

" But this-!" She protested with fist clenched.

" No, hush. You are being too loud." The man spoke again turning her down as the fairy turned her head whisking away. Michael turning back his attention to the older man who simply ignored his presence as he further explore the mystery corner.

As he turned the corner he halted. She was there. Her there. Standing perfectly focused, eyes turned down, jaw relaxed, her pink lips curled from the a book that held all her attention. Wearing blush loose maybe thin strapped dress that passed almost her feet, covered my similar colored silk robe. She looked so serene, nothing of that fierce nature he saw yesterday. All he could see was a gentle girl admiring literature. He wanted to approach her, but what could he say? S implying breathing in and out he approached her.

" Hello, Michael. Nice to see you here." She spoke up first, almost always aware of his presence never leaving it to a surprise.

" Hello." He said meekly. " Hopefully, you slept well." He winced at his own words after they left his lips. Absolutely idiot. He repeated to himself as the slightly chuckled that came from her disregarded that notion.

" To be honest, I slept like a rock." She lightly mentioned as she turned the last page of the book. And that was the honest truth. After blacking out, and the dream. Her ladies awakened her carefully placing her in an hour bathe with healing potions that removed some pain. She managed to recover almost fully, but not all the way. Every time she walked her vertebrae and ribs felt like they could pierce her internal organs. At times like this she wish she were a true vampire. But, what could she do about it.

Michael wanting to know more about her hobbies, " You like books?" He asked almost unbelievably as he leaning on the book case.

Brianna nodded looking at a book out of order, and taking it out walking away as he followed back turning the other side as she replaced the book. " I believe books give us many things. Creativity. Knowledge. A good escape from the world." She added as he crossed his arms.

" What are you attempting to escape from?" He pondered, although he was sure that he knew the answer.

" U mm." She trailed off not exactly wanting to tell him, he was the reason. " I believe we're all trying to escape from something. We just do it in different ways." She made her new found philosophy. Anytime, she wanted to break free- break away. She would read books, to escape. To allow her mind to live another life, another experience. That was the gift of books, they gave you freedom to feed your soul happily while bring imaginary things to life.

He didn't want to press upon the issue further mainly because their were witness, he cut the hardened tension, " So, um why exactly did you cousin attempt to attack me?" Michael asked the undeniable as she paused. " Besides the whole wolf versus vampire situation."

Brianna blinked thinking, why he was asking in the first place. He should have known? The crime he committed, the face of the person he killed. She put her arm, " You really don't remember?" She wondered as she creased her forehead looking at him for an ounce of guilt.

Remember? Remember what? What had happened now that he had supposedly done? He shrugged his shoulders as his response.

Brianna scoffed at the lack of emotion. He could at least give a damn for the people he killed. It wasn't like she received joy from killing anyone.

By her reaction he could tell he messed up. What did he do now, that was so bad? That was the thing with vampires, they were always so dramatic as if they were victims. The had been ruthless killers, yet one little thing and all of a sudden the performance was on it's way.

" You really don't know." Her voice drew him out of her thoughts. The look in her chocolate eyes immediately made him regret his prior sentiments. He shook his head, she clicked her tongue taking his hand. The warmth of her small hand, even though it was cold, there was something so comforting as if nothing were to hurt him. She would not, hurt him.

" Where are you taking me?" Michael questioned as the small individual in front of him shushed him. Walking faster than he had ever seen her before and stealthy like if someone were to caught them. The librarian slightly eyeing them as they walked up the staircase. Brianna leading him into a small corner. So small they had to sit down, they're faces barely inches apart. Being so close, he could see her eyes clearer with the color of the chocolate brown, he could see the red iris surrounding it.

" I'm not suppose to talk about this. No one outside the family even knows." Brianna paused as he hitched his breath. " The truth is you killed his father- my uncle- the former king." She informed as he mouth fell agape.

OOOOOHHH!! Michael did what now?