Chapter 2

I was of course, awarded with the title of Prince, and my princess Sloane was right beside me. There was no other obvious choice. I was pretty sure that even the teachers knew I was going to win. After the crowning, we danced some more and at around 11:00, I hung out at Sloane's house, and drank some Vodka. God, we had such a blast, making out, drinking some more, and just plain talking. Now, see Sloane is more of my type. Hot, sexy, devious, and totally, not Amy with her stupid jade eyes, and her shiny, fiery, red hair. I'm so over red-heads, I'm into blondes now.

"I'm so glad, you're my boyfriend!" Sloane exclaimed, all drunk. I understood her though.

"I know, this will boost both of our popularity in the school and among teachers." I replied back. Thinking back, I was drunk and anything I thought came right out of my mouth. I think we were only dating eachother because we would both have raised popularity and a bigger say at school. We both knew, but we both didn't say anything.

By 11:45, I left Sloane's house, as I think I felt drunk and got out of the building, and into the limo. You should have been glad I wasn't driving (the Lucians taught me when I was twelve, or else I probably would have crashed the limo into this lamplight or something. But I am not a peasant anymore, I don't drive, I have someone to drive for me.

I got there, at 12, and by then I had a migraine, and I wasn't feeling good at all. I was planning to just relax and fall into deep sleep on my bed, but when I open the door, I see Kendra, right on my bed. A peasant, on my bed. What would that do to my bed?

The witch looked like Kendra, but she no longer had the long hooked nose, or the hair that was all stringy. She had long, wavy thick hair, and her nose was more perfect than ever. She was surprisingly hot. It doesn't change anything.

"What are you doing in my house?" I asked with a calm attitude. She didn't need to know my nervousness, and of course, being Lucian I am amazing at acting.

"To give you a chastisement." Kendra replied calmly.

"Okay look, I am so very sorry that I tricked you into coming to the dance and then making it look like you were a loner." I answered, even though it's not really my fault. I mean, if she looked like she did right at school, one guy would have asked her out.

"See?" Kendra asked.

"What?" I answered defensively.

"You didn't give me a sincere apology. You were lying through your teeth. But I am not here to receive your excuse. I need to teach you something." Kendra said. As if she could teach me. As if she could even give me a punishment.

"In fact, I can. And it makes up for all the times you got yourself out of a punishment." Kendra whispered.

"That did not just happen… Did you read my mind just now?" I asked her, astonished.

"Yes, I did and I could do that to anyone." Kendra remarked.

"You can't give me a punishment though." I replied back. Like, who is she anyway to give me a punishment. I thought that already though. Kendra chuckled before replying.

"You have a year to find someone to love you. When the flowers on the tree are in full bloom, your time is up. If you fail, you will stay like this forever." Kendra said in a loud voice.

"Like what?" I asked back, showing in my face that I was scared. She moved over to let me see my reflection in the mirror. My beautiful face, amber orbs…all gone. I had brown eyes, a bald head, and a bunch of scars and markings all over my body.

I turned around ready to confront Kendra and demand that she change me back, but she left. She disappeared. In her place was a simple white paper. I unfolded it, and read the words that pretty much told me she wasn't going to change me if she wanted to.

"Good Luck" It said, with a perfect script. I dreaded those words. I had no idea how to confront my father about this, I don't even like my maid (I finally learned her name, it is Zola), and that meant I had no one I could confront to without freaking them out. Maybe Amy… nonsense, I hate her. She was the reason my sister is dead, while her nanny and uncle are still alive. Well maybe it was reasonable, my sister for her mother and father. I know for sure my sister would freak out…but she would be helping me.

My father didn't really come back after 12, so it was a surprise for him when he came in to find all the lights on. He was a business man; he took up the art dealership and was running it. Way different then I would have liked it, but I didn't mess with him. He saw a figure of me in the dark. I was changed into a black hoodie that covered everything. Except my face.

"Ian?" Vikram Kabra's voice rang out. I blurted something out of my mouth.

"Why do you love me?" I asked.

"What is this nonsense, why are the lights on?" Father asked back as he was going for the switch. I needed him to not go for the switch.

"Answer my question." My voice simple and calm while I can't bear what to think when he finds out what I look like.

"It is because you are my son. Whatever you do, I will eventually forgive you. You are hiding something from me. What is it? You can't hide from me for ever you know?" He asked. And he was right. I was just wondering if he could accept the fact that I'm going to look like this forever.

But on the other side, he was powerful. He could probably be able to fix this mess. He knows every doctor in this country, he could do it. I decided to tell him, it was risky, but I could live with it though. He'll probably send me to his lake house for ever. Well, until he finds a doctor quick enough.

After what seemed like a long pause for my dad, while I was thinking, I made up my mind.

"Dad, you can turn on the lights. I might look different though." I said, after taking in a deep breath. After he turned on the light, his eyes fell on me, and his eyes locked into mines. He started shaking his head.

"What happened to my son?" He questioned, into thin air.

"I'm here. I am Ian Kabra."

"No you are not. I demand to take off that costume of yours and tell me where my son is!" Vikram shouted.

"He is here." I responded, trying to bring in my accent,

"You really are here, aren't you?" He asked me.

"Yeah. This isn't a costume, I angered some sort of person who changed me into this." I said, answering all his questions before he even asked him. Although I was certain he didn't believe me.

"You're serious?" He asked me. He was surprisingly calm. He was trying to comprehend all this.

"Don't worry Ian. I'll make sure that no son of mines looks like this." Said my dad, before running over to get the phone. My dad was going to fix this. There is nothing my dad can't fix. So I don't have to worry right?

"It looks…I don't know how to explain this, this disease I have never seen of its kind. It's as if the insides were kept the same, but the skin was changed." Dr. Starling said. Dad ended up bringing me to an Ekat doctor that was also an ally to the Lucians. See, he was a double agent there. Not the point though, the point is, if an Ekat couldn't fix this mess I had gotten myself into, then I am… as Americans say, "toast". Weird expression, but it fully described the state I was in.

"You just have to carry on living like this. I can't think of a way to change the effects of this disease, sorry." Dr. Starling replied.

We tried forty other people before him, and none of them were able to find out what was happening to me. If only I didn't mess with Kendra.

A month later

Dad, moved me to this house with five floors. He said that he would visit, but that wasn't going to happen. It had been a month, and I hadn't made any move in order to try to break the spell. I am just here, having no idea what to even do. I felt sorry for Zola, though. She told me about how she left her children in Jamaica to work here, and get them green cards. I didn't know what to think of it though. She acted like the mother I never had, and she was kind to me, but what monster would leave their children to rot. I was just questioning myself.

I was watching T.V, when the doorbell rang. Weird. I peeped into the door hole.

"Who are you?" I asked warily.

"My name is Will Fratelli, I am your tutor." So I opened the door. Will let his hand out, trying to greet me.

"Come on in." I said, in a disrespectful tone.

"Its hard for me to see, as I am blind." He said. God, only my dad would hire a blind tutor to teach me stuff.

"My apologies." I remarked, as I held my hand for him and he entered.

"Welcome to your new home." I introduced.

One day after, and I already have two chapters up. Thanks for the reviews, everyone. I was obsessing over working on this peice. Example A) AUniqueGirl does not work on her book report in class and instead works on Chapter 2 for Beastly. Example B) Instead of doing her homework, AUniqueGirl decides to finish up on her chapter and updates her story.*End of Examples*

See I am obsessing over this work, so I expect nothing but reviews, and loads of them. I don't mind if I get Flamed though, it might just motivate me to try harder. It will be cool though, "Oh guess what, I got Flamed!". I don't know it sounds good.

Mind me and my huge author's note, I just had coffee, so I am currently very hyper. (I added loads of sugar)

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