Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9
âPerfectionistsâ
Xavier POV
âAdriana is not a fĂŒcking zoo animal.â
Darius wasnât too happy about introducing his baby sister.
I poured myself a glass of bourbon and settled on the couch. I wasnât missing any more of this soap opera. I left Daniel alone for fifteen minutes and apparently now I was engaged to the leechâs hot sister.
Or rather, Daniel was. As me.
Lady Alexandra Azaria had only spared me one glance.
Those pouting lips were crafted only for kissing her. Repeatedly.
Lucky bÀstard.
âI know she isnât a zoo animal.â Daniel said, patronising. Trust me when I say Daniel and patronising didnât go together. âCan you blame me for my curiosity?â
See, Danny was pretty insistent on seeing the youngest Lady Azaria. I hadnât seen him this desperate for anything since we were six and I refused to share my Hershey bar.
What? I was a greedy child.
âOf course, I can blame you, you sick pervert!â Darius yelled. His knuckles were white on his cane. âYouâve already got one of them.â
The leech did have a point. Adriana was Alexandraâs twin. Danny wanted to see the real life photocopy of his future wife?
I swear he was getting spoilt.
âAnd I like this one a lot.â Daniel said, brushing his lips on Alexandraâs wrist. âItâs just that Iâve heard the rumors about her, Darius. I havenât seen one of those before.â
I didnât know if it was what he said or what he did that made Darius bare his fangs. In one smooth motion, the cane transformed to a blade and he was holding it against Danielâs throat.
Good thing I was doing the same to his throat.
âNot so fast, Your Highness.â I said, stifling a yawn. âUnless you want to choke on your own blood. I hear itâs rather unpleasant.â
âWho the fĂŒck are you anyway?â Darius hissed.
âA friend.â I shrugged. âNice cane, by the way. Very 007. If he was an old man, that is.â
Darius glared at me, as Daniel sighed.
âDarius.â Daniel said quietly. âPlease.â
The fake Prince was working his best puppy dog eyes.
D–n him.
âSince my friend is clearly a hormonal teenager,â I muttered, glaring at him. âPrince Azaria, for the love of all things holy, just let him see the girl.â
âIf you so much as touch her.â Darius fumed, dropping his blade.
âIâll cut him myself.â I finished for him. âNow letâs get this over with.â
Darius left the office to get her, swearing all the way. Alexandra followed behind him quietly.
Daniel joined me on the couch. I poured him a glass of Scotch, because if I didnât keep my hands busy Iâd probably smack him on the head.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â I said, giving him the glass. âWhy do you want to meet this girl so badly?â
He shrugged.
âI donât know.â
I gave him a look. You know, the look that suggested he needed immediate hospitalisation.
âOh, like you act completely sane.â He said, rolling his eyes. âThat bĂźtch Victoria, is batshĂźt crazy. She tried to kill me, in case you forgot. You still havenât told me why you brought her here.â
âI have my reasons.â I said, simply.
âAnd I have mine. I guess.â He ran a hand through his hair. âWhere is she anyway?â
âMy old room.â
âSheâs going to burn this place to the ground.â He shook his head. âThat goddĂ€mn bird isnât helping things.â
I had to smile.
âJust trust me.â
âYeah, look how far thatâs gotten me, Xavier.â Danielâs eyes were piercing. âIâm a twenty six year old nobody pretending to be a king when I canât even remember to put on a goddĂ€mn sock. I drink, I smoke and I fĂŒck around because Iâm not even a real person anymore. I might look like you, but Iâm not you, Xevi.â
I didnât know how to respond to that.
Yeah. Daniel was an expert at hitting people right in the feels.
Darius entered the room again, still swearing.
âThis is Lady Adriana.â He said, holding the door open.
As predicted, a photocopy of Lady Alexandra walked inside, only Adriana wore black silk instead. She had the same perfect features and soft curves as her sister, but she was a lot more timid. She didnât dare look up at any of us.
I blinked. This was what Danny and Darius were fussing about?
âTake it off.â Danny said, softly.
I arched a brow. If he was talking about her clothes while Darius was here â
He was a dead man.
Neither Darius nor Adriana flinched at the request though. She merely thumbed down her lower eyelids and took off her contacts.
Daniel froze, staring into her eyes.
Even I couldnât look away.
Lady Adrianaâs eyes were mismatched. One was a light sky blue and the other was clear amethyst.
And just like that, I understood Dannyâs curiosity and why Darius didnât want his sister anywhere near us.
Royal society viewed anything out of the norm as an imperfection. A scar, a blemish, even mismatched eyes â they were treated as mistakes. No one was perfect, but deviate a little too much and you were an outcast.
I knew this girl wouldâve never gone to a ball, socialised at the luncheons or stood a chance at marrying a highborn like her sister.
I knew Darius would have to save her from being called a mistake her whole life.
I knew Daniel had a soft spot for such mistakes.
Daniel went closer to her and she looked down. He put a finger under her chin, urging her to look up. She clearly hadnât had this much attention on her before and she looked at him doe eyed.
âYou said youâd cut him if he touches her.â Darius reminded me, gruffly.
âGladly.â I said, rolling my eyes. âDoes Lady Alexandra have a fetish for Captain Hook?â
He glared at me.
âWho are you? Really?â
I shrugged, looking at the promise ring on Dannyâs finger and the look in his eyes as he said his goodbye to Adriana.
âA friend.â I repeated, quietly. âOr so I hope.â
Xavier : âMy WORLDâS FĂCKED UP. BUT YOUR LIKE MIGHT HELP ME FEEL BETTER.â
âNetflix and alien fruitâ
Victoria’s POV
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âYouâre not ugly. For a human.â
I could tell from his voice that it had taken Marcus a lot of effort to admit it.
âAnd youâre not nice.â I replied, kicking up my feet. âFor an angel.â
The butler was my baby sitter for the afternoon. Biscuit had locked me up in an ancient room on the third floor. It had an ornate bed probably older than my grandmother, a creaky desk and a closet.
Youâd think rich people could afford to lock a girl up with some Netflix.
Nope .
My first instinct was to break open the windows, then pick the lock, then flat out attack the walls like a mad woman.
No give. Alcatraz should probably take notes.
About an hour later, Marcus came inside with a tray of weird looking violet fruit.
He didnât try to explain and I didnât give a fĂŒck about the botany. He just watched me eat my alien fruit like a gorilla.
I had to imagine I looked highly attractive.
âBiscuit is feeding me fruit.â I said. âHe must really want to torture me.â
Marcus rolled his eyes.
âIf by torture, you mean feed you something healthy, then certainly.â
âIs it just me or are you always this
fun?â Now that my stomach wasnât growling, I pulled open the drawers on the desk. Nothing.
âI merely state facts. Thatâs all.â Marcus sighed. âYou arenât going to find a gun in there.â
âA girl can hope.â I said, heading to the closet. I tossed out the neatly folded clothes, one by one.
âA girl can also shut up and sit down.â The butler said, trying to catch the shirts I threw.
âMarcus, Marcus.â I tsked. âHavenât we established that isnât going to happen by now?â
After some digging, I found loose change and an old photo. I realized that it must have been taken in this very room. Two small boys and a little girl were smiling at me. All three of them had midnight black hair and blue eyes.
It took me a moment to tell the boys apart.
I looked at Marcus. He was staring out the window in annoyance, and he hadnât noticed me finding the photo.
I folded it and silently tucked it in my shoe.
âSo.â I said, trying to make conversation. âWhat makes Biscuit think I wonât hit you on the head and hold you hostage?â
Marcus looked at me like it was the dumbest idea heâd heard.
âBecause as much as he wants you to believe that itâs for your protection,â He stated, with an air of superiority. âThat phoenix like me way more than you.â
I eyed the red bird nipping on fruit, fondly cooing at Marcus. When she noticed me watching her, she picked up her piece and flew into the closet for privacy.
The chicken had more table manners than I did.
âSo sheâll turn me into a human cigarette if I hurt you?â
âIf you touch me.â He corrected. âThis is a new coat.â
I shook my head, sighing. âAnd we were getting along so well.â
Marcus didnât have time to whistle for his pet, because I slammed the closet door, trapping the bird inside and held a nice, shiny dagger against the butlerâs neck.
Earlier in the fountain today, Iâd nicked one of Biscuitâs blades. Purely for business.
Iâd also doused him in ice cold water, revealing his chiselled abs.
For kicks and giggles.
âNow. Why am I here, Marcus?â
The butler was clearly not used to being threatened. He turned pale, his eyes fixed on the blade, not daring to move.
âI donât know.â He gulped.
âCan this thing kill you?â I wondered to myself, observing him.
âYes.â He said, hesitantly.
I was surprised. I theorised something could kill them. I hadnât expected to find it so quickly though.
âHow? Why ?â
âGuardian blades.â Marcus said, swallowing. âAny Immortal with a even trace of mortal blood in their ancestry can die by them.â
Not so Immortal here then . I thought.
From my limited knowledge about their species, I realized it certainly wouldnât have been easy to kill them in Haven where all of them would be pure breeds.
Haven, being the dimension all these miserable bÀstards came from. The dimension no one could seem to cross over to again.
Also, Biscuit seemed to have an awful number of Guardian blades for a common civilian.
It hit me that I hadnât asked a very important question.
âWhatâs his name, Marcus?â
Right then, the door creaked open. I hid the knife in my pants and shoved Marcus to the bed. I tripped on the floorboard and landed over him.
I could only imagine what this looked like to my visitor.
Biscuit eyed both of us suspiciously. Marcus opened his mouth, but looking at me, he closed it again.
Wise choice.
âWe, um, I-â I tried to explain. What the hell was I trying to explain? âWell, your butler is too lazy and your floorboards are loose.â
Neither of which explained why I was on top of him. On a fricking bed . It didnât help that Marcus looked like road kill.
Well, thatâs what you get when you didnât want me to â touchâ your coat .
Karmaâs a b—h.
I got off Marcus, and he almost ran down the hall.
Now that we were alone, Biscuit cocked his head. I held up a hand.
âSave it. It was an accident.â
âYou donât have to explain.â He shrugged. âJust thought Iâd let you know he turns 203 this year. But no judgement if youâre into that Twilight shĂźt. You do you, honey.â
I wanted to hit him with something.
Again . I quickly realised the SOB butler had taken my knife. So I settled for the next best option.
I threw a pillow at him.
âAs much as Iâm up for a pillow fight, because truly, Iâm a twelve year old girl on the inside,â he rolled his eyes. âI have your first assignment.â
First ? âHow many are there?â
âYouâll know soon.â
I groaned. I forgot I was talking to Mr. Classified-Top-Secret-Must-Not-Tell-Victoria-Anything.
Yeah, I needed better titles.
âSo what is it?â
Biscuit had something draped over his arm that I hadnât paid attention to. It was one of those expensive dress covers.
âNo.â I said, shaking my head even before he unzipped the thing.
âYes.â He said, smiling, holding out a sheer silk ocean blue gown. âWeâre going to a little ball this evening.â
With heels and champagne flutes and socialising? Nope .
âGive me a gun.â I groaned. âAsk me to kill someone. Not fĂŒcking dance.â
Biscuit smiled.
âOh, Iâm asking you to kill someone.
While you dance.â
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