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How are you today? Yes, another story. I couldn't help it haha. So, as always I hope you enjoy. :D
"Hold on!" Jasper called hastily, a hand quickly shooting forth to try and grasp the male that ran from him. His fingers curled around the male's black cloak. The unexpected success caused Jasper to tug a little harder than what was needed, eliciting the male to come tumbling to the cold tiled floor with him.
"Whoops." Jasper chuckled innocently in amusement, flashing a big smile as his curious blue eyes trailed down to the coiled up slump of limbs in front of him. After a long, nearly uncomfortable silence, the other male finally sat up. A fingerless gloved hand rocketed to massage at his aching temples. A set of pensive eyes peered back at Jasper, not at all reciprocating the inquisitive excitement that shined in his. No, instead his shine was more of a dulled out exhaustion. But wow, Jasper had never seen eyes like his before. They were gorgeous. Incredible dark brown: almost black, ebonies. Silver inklings glittered within them like stars did a night sky, and blood red could be depicted hear and there. They stood out against his pale skin, even if partly obscured by his glossy black bangs.
"Hey look,"Jasper began, landing a hand on the ravenette's weak shoulder. "I know an empty school hallway isn't the best place to do this, but you're so illusive. I was afraid I'd never get the chance to talk to you again. You're Spandel right? People say you classify as good Milquetoast material. That you're submissive, selfless, and good hearted. Not only that, but rumors say that you're a demon of sorts. You're wanted all over this twisted place. No one can get their hands on you though cause you're the director's nephew."
"You appear to be making a claim Jasper Collins, but I am far from a Milquetoast I can assure you." Spandel murmured, "And you have created quite the reputation for yourself as well. Going by the complaints of the Regalias, you are quite the little rebel."
"Well if you know all that, then you know I'm not staking a claim." Jasper laughed, "I just wanted to ask you something. Whenever I suffer a knockout from an opponent way stronger than me, I always wake up in my room all better. That's literally impossible. You know, unless someone healed me."
"Annie?" Spandel queried.
"I don't think so. She really only knows me by reputation." Jasper hummed.
"Perhaps Helen?" Spandel suggested contemplatively, teasing his chin with his finger.
"She hates men. However," Jasper leaned forward in anticipation, "I sometimes just barely catch a glimpse of you hanging around me at random times. I can only assume you're the one helping me out. Is it true? And if so, then why are you always so reclusive? I don't bite you know?" Spandel got to his feet, briefly scanning the area before taking off down the hall. Jasper watched him fade from his line of vision, leaning back against the wall. "There he goes." He sighed in disappointment.
Emily felt her body temperature raise with every shout or demand to hurry it up from Kirron. "Please wait a minute Sir. Ella's just a little nervous!" She called back, kneeling down to try and sooth the skittish kitten that cowered under her bed. "Shhh, it's okay Ella. He won't hurt you." She whispered to the frightened white kitten. She could hear impatient shuffling in the other room, making her heart skip a few beats in panic.
"I have an appointment!" Kirron's usually smooth voice went cold as he yelled.
"Then just go without me!" Emily shot back.
"Are you insane!?" Kirron snapped. Emily huffed. She didn't know why she thought that would work. As if he would go anywhere without his little servant. Emily grumbled irritably under her breath, her arms sliding under the bed to grab the cat. She was stumbling over her heels trying to walk backward as Kirron toed her along by her hair before she got the chance though. At her owner's absence, Ella shyly crawled from under the bed and scampered to Emily's ankles. Emily turned around and finally gained control of her confused feet. Kirron's hand released her sandy blond tresses and instead slid down on the small of her back to steady her slightly wobbling form. Emily knew it wasn't a gesture of courtesy. He just wanted her to move quicker. He left her side to stalk out the dorm door, expecting her to gather his things and follow. Neo; a fluffy black wolf with sharp amber eyes, patted next to him. Emily grabbed Kirron's bag from the living room couch and scrambled to his side. Kirron Asper Hope, was her Regalia. Or in proper concept, she was his Milquetoast. He was practically the king of this twisted realm. A handsome man. He had the cleanly appearance of a god; or prince, whatever suits your fancy. He had a head of well combed, thick, snow colored hair, and a velvety porcelain complexion to match. Almond shaped, piercing, midnight lavender eyes complimented by long dark eyelashes were often fixed into a curious glare. He often dressed in just the finest of clothing. Red or black usually, but he'd sport gold on occasions. He almost always wore a favorite watch of his, gold and studded with red spinels. He could be a beast of a guy. Emily couldn't say she liked him very much, despite he tended to spoil her a lot. Well, as far as spoiling Milques could go. He always dressed her up in fancy stuff and loved to brush and style her hair, just like his little doll. There was no denying it. Kirron was a huge creep, and Emily felt bitter when reminded that she was restricted by his every whim. "So, I get to come with you but ... Pandore gets to stay home?" She asked as the two briskly meandered through the lit up halls of the dormitory. She had Kirron's bag over her shoulder, and he had handed off a few organized folders to her as well.
"I don't like her, remember?" Kirron rumbled lowly.
"But you like me." Emily stated.
"I tolerate you." Kirron corrected.
"Why claim Pandore then?" Emily quizzed.
"Emily we've been over this." Kirron moaned as he tried to resist tugging at his hair, "She's the punching bag, and you're the housewife. Now, could you really imagine being without me?"
"Sounds like heaven." Emily retorted.
"Sense you're so unhappy, maybe you'd rather I send you back to that Adam boy." Kirron drawled coolly. Glancing down at her, a smirk crossed his lips to see that she had dropped her chin to her chest. Her body quivered slightly and her fingers involuntarily fidgeted with Kirron's red folders in an attempt to avert her mind from the name spoken. Adam. Her eyes focused on her shoes and she squeezed the folders to her heart, subconsciously drifting closer to Kirron. The albino posed a hand on her shoulder. "Not a friendly guy that Adam." He spoke lower now, a finger tracing her collar. "I'm the one who saved you from him. You must be at least a little bit grateful. Believe me, I would never do such horrible and indecent things to you."
"Yeah, I suppose I'm ... fortunate." Emily blew, now counting her steps. Kirron's hand didn't leave her shoulder as the two exited the dormitory, entering fresh afternoon sunlight. Their little city was quiet as usual. The dormitory was located on a small cliff, so the students could peer at the city below and the ocean that stretched out after it. Of course, there was a strong metal railing lining the cliff's edge to prevent casualties. Though if someone thought it a good idea to climb on and play around the railing, then that was their own doom. Kirron headed toward the railing, knowing that both he and Emily enjoyed the view. He rested his hands on the rail and gazed down at the quaint city, Neo nuzzling at his thighs. Emily joined him, watching the subtle action like the sauntering couples and cruising convertibles that flowed through the town. The breeze kept shoving her blond curls and Ella was twirling around her feet cheerfully.
"Would you rather I cook for lunch today? Or would you rather go out to eat?" Kirron questioned while he caressed Neo's head and scratched him behind the ears.
"I like your cooking." Emily admitted, happy to jettison the previous subject. Kirron hummed in thought with a smile, pushing off the railing and starting to the dormitory's parking lot. Emily skipped behind him. She was quite confused. Kirron's inexplicable changes in moods had always perplexed her. He was ultimately indescribable. Smooth and sadistic one moment, then congenial and thoughtful the next.
"You're a real weird guy." Emily commented.
"No. What is weird is the little Milque that trots next to me." Kirron giggled dryly, "Let's hurry it up. Meeting won't start itself."
The courtyard of the only school in the city, was a dangerous place for Milques and Drifters. It was a beautiful and clean piece of elegant nature and greenery, which is why it was polluted with Regalias. There were lots parading around in the botanical area right now. Though sense the garden was generous in size, one could avoid social interaction with little to no effort. Vanemy Rose was considered a Milquetoast, despite not yet claimed by anyone. She visited the courtyard daily. Sense the gym was constantly overrun with football junkies and others of the like, the courtyard was left one of the only available free spots to practice her gymnastics. She pulled her auburn curls into a messy ponytail with a white bow she liked and only half succeeded in pinning her bangs behind her ear. Not at her most fashionable moment, she was dressed in a periwinkle camisole and a pair of blue jean shorts. She used the boughs of a rather tall and lushes tree to act as her bars. With a grunt, she begun by practicing flipping over the branches. The greeting offered by a male who wandered under the tree she was using's smooth voice startled her quite a bit during her flip. With a yelp, her hands lost their grip and she went crashing to the ground at his feet in no time. She sat up with a groan of both pain and utter embarrassment, rubbing her newly sore shoulders and back.
"That seemed fairly painful. Are you all right?" The male who had greeted and accidentally scared her sang, falling to his knees next to her.
"Yeah yeah, don't worry I'm okay. Thanks." Vanemy moaned, flashing her emerald gaze to the boy. She was met with a pair of blue-gray eyes clear against a light ivory complexion. His charming countenance was slightly framed by scarlet hair. Vanemy took a peak at his attire and immediately wanted to distance herself from him. His pants were beige-white and his navy blue button-up tucked under a sleek black jacket. Yes, his clothing gave it all away. Though his face and hair were a definite contribution. He was a Regalia, which was the flesh and bone predator of a Milquetoast. She tried to get to her feet, but a sharp pain in her back turned her motions into a bunch of trips and staggers.
"Oh my, you've gone and hurt yourself." The redhead mused, standing himself to steady her unstable form. A warm blush rushed to Vanemy's cheeks to feel the male's hands around her waist. "My name's Christopher." He introduced warmly.
"Vanemy Rose." Vanemy replied, "Regalia?"
"Mhm, and you?"
Vanemy answered hesitantly, "A Milquetoast I guess." She had already begun to inch away from him, that pain in her back still residing. She did feel pretty guilty for assuming he was as bad a Regalia as the rest, but it was far better safe than sorry. Christopher watched her vanish into the trees with the slightest bit of offense lingering in his eyes.
So it was made clear that the courtyard was open to different people and plenty of different activities. Jasper for one used the courtyard to hunt. There were a multitude of Regalias that occupied the giant garden, and a great deal of them were blatantly brutal to their Milquetoasts. Jasper took the opportunity to free Milques by challenging their owners. Should Jasper win, the Milques would go freed and unable to be claimed by them again. The Regalia would demand something silly of him should he lose. Oddly enough, it was never that he become their Milquetoast. Today he sought out Annie Hoxfort. Jasper spotted the poor girl. She was forced on her knees by her Regalia. Her sugar white skin and hair were stained with blood. Tears streamed from her big sapphire eyes.
"Hey!" Jasper called as he flounced toward the albino Milquetoast and her Regalia. He was unaware of the guardian angel that watched him as he mouthed off the Regalia. Spandel sat observantly in a nearby cherry tree, an elbow propped on his bent knee with the other leg dangling childishly off the branch on which he sat. He put a hand on the tree's bark. The leaves took to glowing a bright green and round vibrant cherries began to sprout. "There. Is that a little better?" Spandel crooned, his magic fading.
"So, our mysterious demon talks to trees does he?" A woman's voice taunted in fond entertainment. Spandel turned his head uncaringly to see another person materializing in fumes of red on the branch next to him. She was an albino, messy white hair falling to her shoulders and covering her left eye. Her eyes were an intense scarlet red. She was really short, especially compared to Spandel. Her figure though was desirable and voluptuous, covered by her red tank top and black pants.
"Helen." Spandel breathed lightly.
"Hello My Cute Kitten." Helen returned the greeting, "What are you doing here?" Spandel looked back out to Jasper, who jumped into combat with Annie's Regalia. Helen followed his dark gaze. "Hm again huh?" She sniffed, "Why the interest in him?"
"His heart." Spandel blew softly.
"What about it?" Helen spat.
"How good he is. No harm must come to him, nor must it befall that lovely Bryson character. I will look after them. They work to save the weak." Spandel explained dotingly.
"Do you think you'd classify as one of them? The weak?" Helen wondered.
"Not nearly. One could not dare hold me." Spandel declared.
"Except for Director Phillips." Helen started, "And I bet I could too. Man if Director Phillips wasn't so possessive," She leaned in his direction flirtatiously, caressing his cheek. Touching that sensitive skin of his was pure bliss. "You'd be all mine." She finished.
"And that My Dear, is why things have to change." Spandel huffed. Helen couldn't resist the smirk as he caught her wrist and placed a quick kiss to the tip of her ear.
Not too shabby for a first chapter as far as length goes right?
I hope you guys liked. A special thanks to Pandore Hart for lending me her beautiful characters Annie Hoxfort and Helen Scarsheld. Thank you. She's a dear friend of mine. Read her stories. Another special thanks to another dear and adorable friend of mine, for lending me her fabulous characters Jasper Collins, Emily Evans, and Christopher Jones. SilverSwirls. Do me a favor and read her works too. Oh and I hope I'm doing at least a half decent job with Chris so far. I don't know him well, but I'm instantly attached to the baby. :)
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