Ch 17. Caught on Scene

Rosanna's P. O. V:

After a few minutes of thinking, the need for food finally settled in. I took a piss, brushed with an unused brush and washed my face.

Right on time, a tray of delicacies was already placed in the room by the time I left the toilet.

Having shoved most of my thoughts to the back of my head, I decided to get comfortable feeding my stomach.

Not much I could do, could I? So, enjoy the feast!

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Walking over to the closet in the room, I rummaged through the available female clothes and settled on an outfit.

It would be best to change from this white maternity gown to something that I could leave this place with.

I chose a pink cardigan and white button up tshirt. Along with a black skirt and a pair of loose brown sandals my size. They were all made of good quality. Be it the texture or design.

Staring at the long mirror, I leaned closer, pulling down my collar and examining the mark on my left shoulder.

Two red dots laced with intricate designs of a rose with thorns intertwined with a gold butterfly. The image had an obvious expanse of a few centimeters.

Now, that's some nice tattoo.

Sadly, I'd have to cover it up and make sure I'm not targeted by one of Kairos' many crazed fans or enemies.

The insignia of royal mates is well known, and bouncing around with that brand would make me a fat sheep in the midst of wolves.

I need a new supply of turtle necks and collared clothes.

Sigh.

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I was instructed by the blue haired pretty maid, to walk through the portal activated in the room.

Apparently the two maids were more than normal, as expected. They were advanced mages skilled at making teleportation portals.

I stood before the whirlpool with the two females standing at each side with outstretched hands. A warm yellow glow emitting from their hands and creating a portal.

They stood silently waiting for me to pass. I was stalling with an excuse that I needed to prepare mentally when I knew it wouldn't amount to anything.

Finally, obeying the impatient gesture from the other maid, who nodded her head at me with slight irritation in her eyes, I walked through. Internally snorting at the green eyed brunette.

It's not easy to be weak!

I was mentally 'guarded'- futily, against the nausea I'd most likely experience. But I guess the building I was treated in wasn't far off from the Institution.

Seeing as how I arrived at my balcony without feeling the side effects of long distance transportation. Just like the normal on-campus portals. 

The room was empty. And it was probably Aniysa's class period.

I checked the time on my phone and saw it was 2:47pm. My guess was correct. 

Settling down on the bed, it occured to me that the date showed Wednesday on my phone. 

I slept for a whole friggin day.

Well, it could've been worse so I'll accept that. Based on the novels I've seen, I should be lucky someone's not going out there looking for one legendary cure.

If, I have anyone who'll do that for me. 

I took a shower and tried pathetically to scrub Kairos' mark off. Sadly, it stayed. So I cussed him with my colorful vocabulary. Along with Drake! Yes, that b*tch.

Can't wait to ruin his love life with Victoria.

A bad plan but vengeance must be delivered to the unjust!

I wrapped a purple tower around my chest, walking out of the bathroom.

I paused finding Kairos sitting leisurely on my bed and flipping my limited collection of... 'Fanfics'.

I grimaced. How did he find that?!

Surely, there is no hidden thing.

"Do you have a thing for invading people's privacy? First my balcony, next my love life and now my precious collection!"

I hissed, marching over to him and snatching- oh. Tried to snatch.

And as a result, it ripped. My expression turned sour and I glared at him the most I've done in months.

The ripped pieces felt like hot coal on my hand. So I let it fall off reluctantly, feeling my chest hurt.

"You..." I was feeling like a cat in water, ready to claw at someone.

I spent money, connections and precious time to get that! Plus all my invested emotions!

"Oh?" Kairos raised his brow with a smirk.

"Never knew you were into such." He said, eyeing me up and down.

Bleh. I'm not fazed one bit. I have a nice collection if you ask me.

Not a lot of people have such fine tastes like me.

In the midst of my annoyance, I became aware of just how underdressed I was with the intense stare Kairos gave.

I blushed furiously and threw my hair towel at him. Stupid choice, though. My hair was wet and cold.

"Close your eyes, you old pervert!"

I rushed to my closet and picked a random white robe and ran to the bathroom. Feeling my heart threaten to jump off my chest.

I hurriedly wore the robe and wiped certain areas of my body. Leaving my hair in it's wet form. I opted to get another hair towel but I changed my mind due to nothing but severe laziness.

I walked out trying to hide my embarrassment, but the all-knowing look in Kairos' eyes and the slight hook of his lips just made me want to punch him and run away.

How dare he try to profane a maiden's honour!

'But...' I heard a voice.

It was braincell B: 'Not sure you have any honour considering your dignity evaporated the moment your 'fanfics' were exposed.'

Ignoring my thoughts, I asked. "Why are you here?"

Crossing my arms and tapping my right foot impatiently. A seemingly suitable facade to not let the awkward air settle in.

Shrugging, Kairos said with indifference.

"Because I can?"

I scowled at his response. "That's a terrible excuse. And if you're truly jobless, get out of here."

I pointed at the balcony. "Jump off."

No, I don't know what you're doing here and I don't want to know. Off, Goldie, off I say!

Kairos stood up and walked towards me with a smile that wasn't a smile. Goldie no off?

"Sure," He said. Coming a bit too close for my liking but I stood my ground and stared at him straight in his eyes.

However, before I could speak and showcase false bravado, I found myself twirling in the air like a ragdoll and next thing I know, my back was placed on a soft surface. My bed actually.

Kairos hovered over me, with his two hands placed on both sides of my head.

"Should I remind you I can kill you in a snap? Or make you live through more than a hundred torture ways? So what if I do anything? Can you resist?"

He whispered into my ear. His soft hair ticking my face.

Now, that is extremely suspicious and downright requires jail terms but I, feel hot.

A weird kind of heat.

But question is, did I do anything wrong? I am absolutely right on this matter!

Forming a glare, I said. "Openly admitting you're a pervert and psychopath, eh? I just want to say... Mr. Psycho-Perv, I don't think you intend to do anything. Wouldn't waste all these time, would you? Now, shut the f*ck up threatening me. What are you doing here?"

And I grew more uncomfortable as time passed. Not in a bad way, though. Just in a way where my brain upload countless wattpad kiss scenarios and Kairos' lips becoming increasingly appealing.

His face turned to mine in an up close view is just amazing.

What lip balm does he use?

Kairos' lips looked so soft and bitable, with this natural cool feel and that pinkish tint on them. I feel like-

Ugh. Stupid flesh always craving for the bad things.

I heard his laughter and it stunned me. My, does he look so pretty with such a wide grin.

"I could've mistaken you for a scared kitten the first few times but you've grown some sharp kitty claws. How nice."

He smiled then nuzzled his face on my neck which was marked.

I froze.

As much as he looked delicious, I don't want to relieve any of that blood-sucking experience.

As my heart's beating rose to plain uncomfortable, I panicked and tried pushing him off.

Kairos didn't bulge at first even with my 'kitty claws'. He just paused for a split second then moved to my sides.

"Why-"

I was cut off. "We made a deal, remember? I'll take a bit of your blood weakly."

I scoffed. "Well aren't you a-... Anyways, I'm recovering and I don't think the palace would starve the Prince, would they?"

I sat up in alert and scooted over to the edge of the bed, just a few inches off falling. Staring at Kairos wearily.

I would love to strategically leave this bed and opt for a different, smart position but I won't.

Having brains and wanting to have them are two different things. I sincerely admit to being interested in a real life version of protagonist-san. Just plain interest. Yes, plain.

Kairos propped his head up on the bed and laid by his sides, absentmindedly peering into my eyes.

"Unless you don't want my other side attempting something stupid, you'd try to mediate us with your blood. A few more days and the urge to mate would drive you insane. And... to be clear, the marking experience won't repeat itself."

I was baffled. Leaning on the headboard, contemplating pushing Kairos off my small- now tiny, spaced bed. Golden eyes are unique but odd to have them up close. And his are just too close.

Eyes are the windows of one's soul, they say. And this soul doesn't have an open window.

"Why?" I asked. Wondering why my blood became some magical cure to whatever this is.

Casually twirling my hair, the seductive fellow replied.

"A royal mate has higher urges. Much more a fated royal mate. The pull would place you in heat. And if we go there... You could die if there are no valid feelings and I'd face near death."

"Oh." I muttered. Not quite understanding but understanding.

"So... Death or anemia?" I concluded.

"Not necessarily. I won't take that much in a way that will affect you. And even if, there are countless ways to heal you."

"I see." I said staring at him.

A bit glad Kairos isn't as 'perverted' as he played and more logical that I thought. I mean, I knew. But Kairos plays rogue constantly like his life depends on it.

It kind of does but not advisable with his poor communication skills. Kairos can't explain why he does things. Or more accurately, lazy and uncaring to explain. For the most times I've seen.

"Now do I have permission?" He asked, locking my chin in his hold and tilting my head up.

I gripped his hand, pushing it away before nodding nervously.

"Great." He smiled.

I set myself in a comfortable position, placing my weight partially on the headboard, trying to relax my stiff back. But it's difficult, watching Kairos come over me and placing his head on my neck.

This is just some terrible obsession. Last time I was on top now he's here again taking a switch.

Holding the back of my head, and placing his other hand on the wall, I felt Kairos' fangs graze my skin.

"Y'know, last time..." He breathed on my skin sending shivers down my spine. 

"I wasn't able to taste you. I wonder just how delicious it'd be."

My response was cut short as he sank his fangs in alignment to my mark.

I trembled in his hold and his grip on my head tightened.

Break my skull, b*stard.

Perhaps sensing my discomfort, he loosened his grip and let me comfortably sink into the waves of pleasure.

I moaned and I heard his breathing become rougher. A wild sense of excitement and anticipation building.

No wonder the book emphasized on the lifetime partnership of mates.

Just who would leave such a perfect experience? Serenity and pleasure was what over laced my senses.

At ease is an understatement. It brought out a breathy sigh from me and I slowly, wrapped my hands around his back. Forgetting everything that incited an ounce of worry.

Kairos groaned in response as I dug my fingers into his back. Desiring more.

The door slammed open and we both reacted a bit too late. Scratch that, Kairos didn't react at all.

My eyes widened in shock as I darted my gaze to Aniysa.

"Oh my penguin yellow balls- What in the name of all things cute am I seeing?!"

"Goldie...." I whispered.

Kairos pulled away slowly, eyes glowing red as he licked the blood on his fangs.

He turned his gaze to Aniysa and muttered with a sick smile, "Perio."

Turning his face to me, Kairos grinned. "You need a new room."

Before disappearing in a flash while a loud bang made me stare at Aniysa's slumped figure.

Oh man.