Prince Darrius

Chapter 56

After carefully looking out into the hallway, and seeing no dead looking vampires with rotten teeth waiting for us, Jaime and I exit the empty guest room.

We notice our cut palms aren’t healing as quickly as we would have liked.

“Magic resistant metal…” Jaime mutters, “Perhaps?”

I shrug, confused still as I look at Jaime, wondering how we are twins. We aren’t identical but we are related to one another. Why did my parents separate us at birth? I would have to leave the palace again to find out. I would actually co-ordinate with Darrius this time though. It really was a dangerous place outside for me now. Werewolves, people like Greg Humphrey –

“We have to hurry before the execution takes place!” I quickly blurt out.

“Don’t you want him to die for what he did to you and Darrius?” Jaime asks, and I shake my head firmly.

“No way,” I state, “He should be punished, but death is not the answer. Especially a televised death. The human race might be underpowered against supernatural creatures, but imagine how much fuel Darrius will add to the fire if he follows through with it? There is enough anger as it is.”

“Alright sis, whatever you say,” Jaime says with a grin, not too bothered by the so far imminent death of politician Greg Humphrey. I smile back at the sis comment.

“We should get there as quick as possible,” I suggest, and we both nod, and head off to the hall in a run. As we twist through some hallways, which all lead eventually to the main hall, Jaime runs ahead of me and turns the last corner, only to run head long into Rafael, who grabs both of her arms protectively.

“Where have you been, Jaime?” Rafael growls protectively, “I can smell blood, you’re hurt!” He sounds both angry and relieved to find her.

“You won’t believe what happened to me and Jennifer,” Jaime says, smiling cheekily. She loved pissing him off, I could tell. It must be a game they play, like me and Darrius. The vampires trying to be ultra-protective, us consequentially always running into trouble – most of the time unintentionally.  

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere, it’s time for dinner,” Rafael runs his hand down to her palm and looks at the cut, his eyes snapping to me aggressively, “This happened to you to? What happened. You girls have a lot of explaining to do.”

“I don’t have time, I have to find Darrius,” I say, “You can talk to Jaime, she’ll tell you everything.”

“Ok, come with me,” Rafael gruffly tells Jaime, grabbing her uninjured hand and tugging her along with him, “Be alert Jennifer, the palace has been infiltrated by an unknown.” Rafael advises me and I roll my eyes. Well duh, but Jaime could explain what happened.

I needed to find Darrius.

I run off to the main hall, which I’m now very close to. The double doors are shut and there are two vampires standing guard.

“Let me through,” I say, when they don’t immediately open the doors for me.

“Ok, Princess,” One of them says half-mockingly, slowly opening one door, “But if you faint, it’s not my fault.”

I look at him quizzically before peering through the gap in the door.

My heart drops into my stomach, and I feel nauseas at the scene before me. I quickly barge in, furious.

“Darrius, stop!” I yell, running forward. I don’t care that there is a television crew of vampires filming this live into every newsfeed on television.