The Sweet Escape

As me and Zeta, the beautiful leggy blonde princess, keeps talking I’m instantly entranced by her. She has this long, gorgeous blonde hair. Great body and the most creative eyes I’ve ever seen.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how are your eyes purple.” I lean into her so she can hear me, then I lean back to normal. I keep forgetting these people are werewolf with heightened senses.

“It’s a genetic thing from my mom, and father. She’s half vampire.” That. . .kind of makes sense, she does have fair skin and now that I look deeper, fangs. Alexander told me that vampires and werewolves are natural born enemies, do vampires and werewolves even have the same body parts to have children. Also, vampires are dead they can’t have children is this like a Edward/Bella situation.

“A vampire? But vampires can’t reproduce because well. . .their dead.” She laughs at my ignorance, there's just so much that I don’t know that I would like to know.

“That’s just in T.V. Quinn. Vampires can have children with anyone really, well except like centaurs or a troll.” She notices the curious look on my face. “Did Alexander tell you any of this?”

“Me and Alexander- we aren’t on speaking terms.” I say quietly, but due to her being a were- well hybrid she can hear me.

“Is this about the Sasha thing?” I nod my head. “Look, Alexander has a history of hiding things from people. I remember when I first came to Nygaard, the customs in Almeeria are way different than in Nygaard. So, in Almeeria we dress up for dinner, all the time, and so I come down the stairs dressed very fancy like and everyone is wearing regular clothes. I felt like a fish out of water, Alexander saw me previously coming down the stairs and didn’t say anything because he didn’t want me to be embarrassed. In conclusion, he doesn’t tell people things because he wants to protect you it’s his thing.”

“That’s the thing Zeta. He doesn't have to protect me all the time. I can take care of myself, been doing it long before he came along. This is not about him protection anyone, this has to do with me who I’m meant to be. Did he tell you that I’m a Zastitnik?”

“You're the Zastitnik.” Suddenly, she becomes more interested in the conversation. “I overheard my father talking about some Zatitnik in the American Kingdom, didn’t know it was you. You know there hasn’t been a Zastitnik in years, I’ve always wanted to meet one their legendary. The things you can do are phenomenal, just incredible.” Wow, I think she’s more excited about me being a Zastitnik than I am.

“I.. . don’t exactly have powers right now. A few days ago, I got angry and busted open a couple of lightbulbs. Besides that- nothing has happened.” Her lips purse up as the strobing lights flicker in her purple eyes.

“It takes time for a Zastitnik to get their full powers, when you got angry you got some type of power. That means your powers are starting to come in, they’ll come in slowly then fully. You had a strong emotion, anger, that triggered something inside of you. If you want to have your powers, try to trigger a strong emotion.” Maybe she’s right, that’s what I’ll do when I get home, try to get angry or really happy to trigger the magic.

“What’s it like- you know being a princess? The daughter of a King?” I ask intrigued. It’s not every day that you meet a werewolf/vampire princess.

“Uh. . .I don’t know. It’s been my life since I’ve been born, it was hard going to school and being a hybrid. Werewolves can’t stand vampires, so some of them couldn’t stand me. It was a difficulty couple of years, but as I got older it got better. I was stronger than most werewolves from me having my vampire side, some felt intimidated by me.” I can’t imagine what it was like for her, trying to fit in but having people not like you because of what you are. This kind of relates to Alexander and me, are my powers going to be a problem for him?

“Where’s Will?” Zeta asked. I began looking around the club, we’ve been talking for a few minutes now and I haven’t even noticed he was gone.

“I think I saw him a few minutes ago on the phone. Hey, I’m going to go fill my drink up at the bar.”

“Ok.” She walks off towards the bar, while I go and find Will. Zeta said she saw him on the phone, with who though? Could he be calling Alexander to tell him that I’m here, that I’m in a club wearing a short dress dancing with men that are not him?

I walk down the hall to see a bunch of people just standing around, some drinking and some vaping. The light above flickers erratically as it casts shadows on the strangers faces. At the end of the hall stands Will, hand clutched to his ear as he looks around, trying to see if anyone is looking at him. Once he turns around, I hide behind a couple, they don’t even notice me because their tongues are down each other throats.

I wait a few minutes to move around, I creep down to the hall further more until I’m at ears length to hear him.

“Yes. . . she’s here with friends. No, she’s fine. . .she doesn’t look different at all.” He’s clearly talking about me, but to who. I strain my neck trying to get more information. “I can’t just take her in front of people, especially Zeta Titan, her father has an allegiance with King Adalwolf of Nygaard.” Take me? Take me where, is he talking to Alexander? “Fine. . .yes I’ll do it. Bye Sasha.” Fear overcomes me, what is he doing talking to Sasha.

I charge down the hallway, the only thing I know that I need to do is get the hell out of this club. Looking towards the counter, I see Zeta drinking while flirting with the bartender, I can’t drag her down with me. Pushing through the many people, I see Claire and Lyra still dancing to the music, it’s like I never left.

“Hey! I have to get out of here.” I start dancing to the music so I won’t be the weirdo standing stiff on the dance floor.

“What?! We’ve only been here for an hour, don’t be a Debbie downer.” Claire yells over the music, I didn’t notice but a guy is dancing behind her. His arms wrap around her waist as she grinds on him.

“My uh- my grandpa needs my help!”

“With what?” replied Lyra.

“You know- he locked himself out the house I can’t leave him outside.” Lyra gives me a look; she knows that I’m lying to her but doesn’t know why. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.” I leave him to their fun while I run out the building, for my life.

Instead of going out the front door, I go out the back leading me into an alley. Smoke rises from the chimneys as a group of friends stand by the garbage cans smoking. I don’t know how they could stand out here, it smells of moldy cheese and spoiled milk. The winds blow around aggressively, pushing my curly hair in different directions. Thank god I brought a hair tie, quickly I put it in a high bun. Running, well trying to run, I head towards my car. A word of advice: don’t ever wear heels when you're trying to get away from someone.

Finally reaching my car, I get inside and start it up. How could Will be working with Sasha and her people? He’s supposed to be loyal to The Golden Summit Pack, to Nygaard. Pressing my foot hard against the gas, I drive erratically down the road. My heart starts to beat out of my chest, she wants me, she wants to use me.

While trying to get away I hear rustling in my backseat, looking in my car mirror I see red hair coming from behind the seat. That better not be who I think it is.

“LYRA! What are you doing in here?” I look at the road, but also her.

“You were acting suspicious.”

“Suspicious? Why would you think I was acting suspicious? My grandpa is locked out of the house.”

I can feel her scolding me in the backseat. “He’s not locked out the house, remember you told me he’s out of town with Irene.” Damn it, I’ve got to stop telling her everything.

“Look- I can’t tell you evert-”

Instantly I’m cut off by the strange person standing in the middle of the street. His hand is held up, indicating for me to stop. My foot pushes hard on the brake, me and Lyra jolt up from our seats.

“WHO THE HELL STANDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET AT NIGHT!” She starts to breath rather hard while clutching the seat. I look towards the road; the man still stands his hand up and everything.

He starts to lift his head up, me and Lyra’s eyes widen.

“Is that-”

“Yes, that’s Will.”