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Romance in Hell
Chapter One: The Possession
"I need freedom!" cried Crown Prince Telek of Poland as he fell face forward on to his bed. Prince Telek glanced at his guardian Jalen Makinsky to see what his reaction to this was. Jalen merely sighed and took a seat on the chair next to the bed. He laid a hand on the Prince's shoulder and said, "Your highness, you need to be calm!"
Telek stiffened at the touch because he knew that it was forbidden for anyone to lay a hand on him. He say up and said, "I know, buy I've got a fierce need to see the world before I take over the duties as king!"
Jalen chuckled and stood up. He walked over to a drawer on Prince Telek's desk and opened it. This caused the Prince to narrow his eyes and demand to know what Jalen thought he was doing. Jalen cast a glance at Prince Telek and smiled mischiefly. Walking over to Prince Telek, Jalen dropped a white envelope onto the Prince's lap. Telek stared down at it suspiciously and looked up at Jalen.
Jalen briefly lit a cigar and gestured to Prince Telek that he should open it. Telek nodded and took out his knife. Using the knife, he ripped open the envelope and out fell two small pieces of paper. Prince Telek picked them up and stared at them with an expression of confusion on his face. After a moment it dawned on him what the pieces of paper were and he jumped Jalen.
"Alright! Alright!" exclaimed Jalen as he struggled to get out of the Prince's bear hug.
"Sorry.", said Prince Telek as he ran a hand through his raven black hair.
"It's alright your highness. Now these tickets are for you and me.", Jalen paused and lifted an eyebrow at Prince Telek's expression. "You didn't think I'd let you have all the fun did you? Anyway the plane leaves tonight. All you have to do is pack a bag and only bring the necessities. We'll buy clothes once we're there. I put a change of normal clothes in the bottom drawer of your dresser. I'll come and get you when it's time to leave." said Jalen as he walked towards the doorway.
"Jalen I've only one question, where are we going?" asked Prince Telek quietly.
Jalen paused at the doorway; he glanced over his shoulder and said, "Why America, of course."
With that Jalen left the room to finish preparing the trip. Telek stood up and went to his wardrobe. He took out a medium sized duffel bag and threw it on top of his bed. He then went over to his dresser and took out the clothes Jalen had mentioned. Telek blinked and stared at the outfit. They were like nothing he'd ever worn. The pants were black, just like the pants he normally wore, but the material was like nothing he'd ever felt. It was coarse, and yet very comfortable to wear he found out, once he got them on. He wondered briefly what the metal in the crotch area, before he figured out that it was to keep the pants up. The top was a white sweater made out of a strange material called cotton. After donning the outfit, Telek glanced around his room and wondered what to pack. Then he shrugged and went into his bathroom. He took out a large closable plastic bag and put in it his toothbrush, toothpaste and a small bottle of cologne. This all went into the duffel bag. Then he noticed that someone had left a picture on his desk. Telek walked over to it and picked it up, thinking Jalen had left it there. He studied the picture, which was of a young girl wearing a lilac colored dress and she was holding a white rose.
Suddenly as he was holding the picture a wave of pain shot through Telek's body, making him fall to his knees. As he struggled to stand a cloud of red haze obscured his vision, and a demonic sounding voice whispered into his ear. But before Prince Telek could out the words he passed out. Almost twenty minutes later the Prince came to, and gazed around his room confusedly. Telek stood up quickly and absentmindedly put the picture in his duffel bag that had strangely remained in his hand through his sudden attack. Then he heard a faint knock on his door, and in came Jalen. Jalen paused briefly when he got a good look at the Prince's facial expression.
"Its time to go your highness. Are you alright? You've a look about you that makes me think the king told you that you had to have a bride by the end of the week." said Jalen as he studied Prince Telek.
Telek smirked and replied, "I'm fine, and never suggest that again. I'm going to have nightmares now."
"Are you sure nothing's wrong?" inquired Jalen with an uplifted brow.
"I'm fine, now let's go." said Prince Telek hurriedly not sure at all if he truly was. Jalen grabbed the Prince's arm and suddenly felt his hand go hot, he immediately let go of Prince Telek and took an uneasy step back.
Prince Telek paused at the doorway glanced behind him and said," Are you coming Jalen?", as his eyes seemed to flash demonically. Jalen nodded and wondered what had happened to the Prince while he was gone. He followed Prince Telek out and as they walked down the hallway he let his mind drift.
The Prince is acting strangely, thought Jalen; I hope he is not getting sick. Or worse the family curse. Since Prince Telek's family came to the throne a son has always seemed to go insane. No one really seemed to know the accurate reason for this insanity. Perhaps this trip will help the Prince at least I hope it does.
"Where is the airplane?" asked Prince Telek, breaking through Jalen's train of thought. Jalen stared at the Prince and would have sworn the Prince's voice had changed. But he dismissed that thought as he knew the Prince had already gone through his voice changing portion of growing up.
"Um Jalen, Earth to Jalen, Come in Jalen you are need on land." said Prince Telek as he shook Jalen.
Jalen shook his head," Wha...? Oh, the plane is going to be landing in the pasture near the stables." he glanced at his watch and said," We'd better hurry or we'll miss the place."
Jalen and Prince Telek took off running and fifteen minutes later were taking their seats on the four-seater airplane.
"Jalen you know I was thinking maybe I should go under a different name while we're in America. That way I can go around without having to worry about anyone looking for me.", said Prince Telek.
"Really? You know that's not a bad idea. What name did you have in mind?" asked Jalen as he crossed his legs.
"I was thinking about using the name Tai. I'm just not sure about the last name yet." said Prince Telek.
"Well Tai, how about using my last name. That way if anyone asks why we're traveling together we can say that we're brothers." said Jalen.
Telek also know as Tai grinned and exclaimed," That's a great idea Jalen!"
Jalen smiled and thought to himself, maybe the craziness before was just his imagination. He then leaned back in his seat and immediately fell asleep.
Prince Telek smiled demonically and thought, the fool thinks I'm going insane. If they'd studied my family history more they'd see it was demonic possession not insanity that took over my family.
Telek glance over at the pilot and wondered who he was. He tapped the pilot on the shoulder and asked," Pardon me, but where are we and how much longer is this ride?"
"Oh, we're over the United Kingdom now, the Scottish part that is, your highness. We've still a while to go before we reach America." answered the pilot.
"Hmm... Very well." said Prince Telek as he grabbed the pilot's neck and it broke sickeningly. Telek brought out his knife and proceeded to stab the pilot blindedly. Jalen woke up to the sound of demonic laughter. He grabbed the prince's arm in midswing and cried," your highness! Please stop this!"
Prince Telek threw him off and finished killing the pilot. He turned to Jalen and all of a sudden a look of surprise came over his face. The Prince dropped the knife and slid down to the floor crying. Jalen edged his way uneasily towards the Prince.
"Jalen, what's wrong with me!?" cried Telek. Jalen didn't answer and merely stroked the Prince's hair. He edged his hand closer to the knife. When he couldn't find it, he glanced over at the Prince. Telek started to laugh when he saw the horrified expression on Jalen's face.
"Were you looking for this, Jalen?" asked Telek as he held up the knife. Terrified Jalen stared up at Telek. Prince Telek smiled sadly and mouthed to Jalen the words I'm Sorry. With that Telek brought down the knife and began stabbing Jalen to death. When he was done tears began to stream down his face. Telek stood up and grabbed a small gallon of gasoline that was kept on the plane for reasons unknown to the Prince. He poured it all over the place and then went into Jalen's pocket and took out his lighter and pack of matches. The Prince donned a parachute and struck a match. He threw it and immediately jumped out of the plane. Five seconds later a deafening explosion shook the air. Telek pulled the cord and landed softly moments later. He took off running as wreckage from the plane rained down from the sky. Prince Telek began to waver and the ground came up as he fell into unconsciousness.
Three days later Telek woke up inside a small cottage. He blinked his eyes and slowly sat up. Just as he was about to stand up a young women came bustling in.
"Oh! You're awake: good. Um...I'll warrant you're hungry, aren't you?" said the young woman in a strong Scottish burr.
Telek a.k.a Prince Telek stared at the woman and thought to himself this woman is definitely a nut.
"Can you tell me where I am? And who are you for that matter?" asked Prince Telek in his own language of Polish. The young woman looked at him quizzically and asked," Excuse me?"
The Prince repeated his question but this time he did it in English.
"Oh, You're in Scotland, and my name is Margaret O'Brian." replied the young woman.
"My name is Tai Makinsky.", said the Prince lying through his teeth.
Margaret smiled at him and left the room. A few moments later she returned carrying a hot tray of food.
"Here now, try and eat as much as you can. I'm sure you will since you've been out for the past three days." said Margaret.
Telek choked and gasped out," three days?!"
"Why yes, I didn't mean to alarm you." said Margaret quietly.
"It's alright, but anyway how did I get here?" asked the Prince looking at Margaret expectantly.
"My father found you passed out in the field over yonder when he went to investigate the plane crash." said Margaret pointing out the window.
Prince Telek followed her finger and looked out the window. Then he asked her very quietly," Is your father here now?"
"No, he's in town trying to sell some of our wares." replied Margaret.
The Prince glanced at her sharply and said," Your father left you alone?!"
Margaret smiled mischiefly and said," It's not as if you could do anything to me in your present condition."
"Oh, really?" asked Prince Telek and then he grabbed her by the shirt collar so that she lay directly on top of him. He took a handful of her auburn colored hair and kissed her full on the mouth.
"Never judge a book by its cover." he murmured before pushing her away. Margaret landed in a heap on the floor and stared up at him in mortification. The Prince lifted an eyebrow at her and she turned red up to her roots. Margaret hurriedly got up off the floor and ran from the room.
Oh, the embarrassment, thought Margaret, I've never been kissed before. I really hope he didn't notice! Margaret sighed and splashed water in her face.
Meanwhile back in the room, the Prince was having his own thoughts.
A virgin?! I don't know how I know but she seemed to taste of it, thought the Prince. Hmm... It would be interesting to get her in bed. The hard part would be getting her there. Then another sharp pain went through the Prince that caused him to cry out. Margaret came running in to find the Prince on his knees gripping the bedpost.
"Sir! You should be in bed!" exclaimed Margaret as she ran over to him.
"Get away! Please just go! I don't want to hurt you!" screamed the Prince.
Margaret paused taken by surprise, but still decided to help the Prince back into bed. At her touch something snapped inside the Prince's mind. He grabbed her and pushed here on to her back. Margaret struggled and started to scream causing the Prince to pause as his conscious self pushed through. Telek fought mentally with his satanic form, but in the end it won. Prince Telek blindedly dragged up Margaret's skirt and pushed his way through her virginity. Margaret screamed one last time before blacking out to oblivion.
Margaret woke up hours later in her very dark room to find herself all alone. The horror of what happed swamped her and she curled into a ball and cried. A few moments later she walked into her kitchen and made a cup of hot tea.
I wonder what happened to that boy, she thought as she stepped outside.
Crash! The tea fell to the ground when she saw the Prince.
He cast a look at her as she stood there frozen in shock. Prince Telek stood up from his sitting position in front of the garden. He turned so that his body was facing hers. Telek sighed and started walking towards Margaret but stopped when he saw her flinch.
"I know an apology would be a little overrated after what I did but I'll say it anyway. I'm sorry, and I'll understand if you wish to report me.", said Telek.
Margaret blinked in surprise as this was not what she'd expected him to say and replied," You do know that if I turn you in you'll hang right?".
Prince Telek lifted and eyebrow and said," Hang? My you Scots are merciful compared to what they'd do to me in Poland."
"What do they do in Poland?" Margaret asked as her amazingly high curiosity got the better of her.
Prince Telek grinned, took out a cigarette and said," I could tell you, but I'll leave it up to your imagination."
"But..." Margaret trailed off when it dawned on her what he meant. She blushed and hurriedly turned around to run back in the house. Prince Telek shrugged and returned to the garden he'd been tending before Margaret came out. He blanked out and jolted when he saw that Margaret was standing over him. Margaret stood there with her hands on her hips glaring down at him.
Telek burst out laughing at the fierce expression on Margaret's face. She sighed and said," I've thought about what you said and I won't turn you in. Can you tell me what made you act like that?"
Prince Telek abruptly stood up and walked past her. He came out a moment later holding a picture.
"Before I answer your question I need to know one thing. Are you absolutely sure in your decision?" demanded the Prince.
Margaret nodded silently and stood there waiting patiently for her answer. The Prince swore and said," I'm not sure what happened. I mean I know I raped you but I don't know why I did it. Neither do I know why I killed those people on the plane."
He held up a hand and said," Please don't say anything until I'm done. Anyway maybe I should start at the beginning. For starters my name isn't Tai Makinsky. I am Prince Telek of Poland, heir to the throne."
Prince Telek smiled faintly when Margaret's mouth dropped into a perfect "O".
"I wanted no needed freedom and my guardian Jalen understood that. I suppose he needed it too, because he got himself a ticket to go with me. No one in my family knows where I am. I was packing for the trip when I found this picture." said the Prince as he handed Margaret the photo.
"She's adorable, who is she?" questioned Margaret.
Prince Telek shrugged and said," That's just it I don't know who she is! All I know is that when I held her picture back in Poland this fierce pain went through my body. I heard voices and craved a lot of blood. The craving intensified on the plane which led to me killing both the pilot and Jalen. The same pain went through me last night about ten minutes before I raped you!" cried Prince Telek.