Summary: A few months after the battle with Uma, Carlos De Vil couldn't help but see that a lot has changed between all the VKs. Their feeling for Auradon's people had grown greatly. Well . . . mostly . . . Specifically towards one person. Every time he thinks of Jane, a wave of regret would course through his veins. Fortunately, he stumbled into someone who would listen.

Pairing: Carlos De Vil/OC

Changes to Character(s): N/A

Spoilers To: Disney Descendants

Type of Story: Chapter-Filled

Movie(s) Belongs To: Disney Channel and Kenny Ortega

Quote: "Where there's love, there is no question." ~ Albert Einstein

A/N: Hello, Fanficters! Thank you for all the reviews, favorites, and for following my story! It really means the world to me to see people read it! I want to thank I am a Ridaa (who likes to be known as Ridaa) for PMing and believing in me. I read her Descendants fanfics (The Shadow, A Lost Girl, and The Light [In that order]), and they are amazing. Please check her out!

Anywho, I present to you . . . Chapter 2: The Mystery.

~•~ Carlos De Vil ~•~

"What?"

"Carlos, you have to go," the mystery girl explained. "The library has been closed for at least thirty minutes."

He shook his head for the third time that day, not bothering to move the strands of white hair that had gathered on his face. He quickly squinted away from her the minute the girl's blonde hair reflected the harsh light.

"I still have to do my essay," he said, groggily. "It's all due tonight at midnight."

"Oh, Gurgi," she muttered, taking his arm gently. "Come on, you can finish your essay in your dorm."

"No, I can finish it he—"

"Please, Carlos! Fairy Godmother will kill us both if she sees you're still here," she pleaded with him. "You can finish it in your dorm, and I can help you work on it there."

"Why are you here then?" he retorted, unable to control what he said. "You could get caught as well."

"I volunteered to work after hours, but I can't have anyone be here. Please, Carlos, get up and go to your dorm."

Carlos was too tired to argue any further, so he grabbed his laptop and agreed to the shorter girl's offer. He followed the blonde girl as she headed towards the emergency back doors.

"Fairy Godmother always leaves them open without the alarm," she explains, pushing the doors open. "She doesn't want anyone causing a racket with it, so she casted a spell for it to go off in a life-threatening emergency—which this isn't."

She quickly grabbed his arm as if she was afraid that he would fall over at any second . . . which he would have in this state.

"What's your room number?"

"It's room A407."

"What room? I don't know what you're saying."

Carlos muttered his room number again, but it seemed to have come out as a jumbled-up mess since she furrowed her eyebrows together in deep confusion.

"Okay, new plan," she whispered to herself. "Come on, Carlos."

She leads him down to the courtyard before looking around the area. Once she saw no one was around, she took his hand and pulled him towards the school's doors.

"I'm going to regret this," she said, uncertainly. She turned to him as if he had an answer to this current situation. "How tired are you?"

"I'm fine," he insisted, clearing his throat. "I can finish my essay at the library."

"The library is closed," she restated. "You must really be tired to not remember that. Okay, um, just don't freak out on me when you wake up, okay?

"Why would I freak out?"

"Um, because . . . Situations and all."

"Okay?"

"You'll see tomorrow," she said, patting his shoulder gently. "We're almost there, by the way."

In the following minute, Carlos could hear the opening and closing of a door before he quickly tucked into a very soft bed. He let out a small groan of relief at the comfortable mattress.

"You're good?" the girl asked. Carlos nodded. "Good."

She turned on the lamp on the nightstand next to him causing Carlos to whine and cover his face with a pillow. He heard a small laugh and a "Sorry" from across the room.

The last thing he could recall was the sound of someone typing furiously on a keyboard and hearing them mutter something ("I guess, I'm sleeping on the couch tonight.") before sleep could overtake him.

~•~ ~•~ ~•~

"Calm down, Dude!"

Carlos sat up in fright at the shout. He felt the sweat pour down his face and the lack of air in his lungs. He took a few deep breaths before looking around the room.

The room was roughly the same size as Jay's and Carlos's, but you could tell that it's only had a single occupant.

One side of the room was littered with both empty and full cans of paint as well as variety of brushes. There wasn't a canvas in sight, but he saw that half of uttermost wall was painted with image of skyscrapers—like those in New York City.

On his side of the room, the bed was set between a small desk and huge drawer. The wall next to him was nailed down with multiple swords, daggers, and other kinds of weapons hanging on it. It didn't make him feel safe as Carlos almost stepped on one when he got off the bed.

Besides that, the room was full of unopened boxes and arts supplies—of which was surrounding a small couch—in the middle of the room. After that quick inspection, Carlos looked at the door.

He saw that Dude was yelling at the girl from last night as she tried to quiet him down by giving him a tummy rub.

"Come on, you kidnapped Carlos!" the school mutt shouted. Though, Carlos could tell he was enjoying the rubs. "You obviously tortured him. Look at his face!"

"Tortured him?" she said, looking relieved at the sight of the De Vil boy. "He was having a nightmare, and I didn't kidnap him! I just helping him avoid getting in trouble last night, and I didn't even know what his room number was. That's why he's here!

"Right, Carlos?"

"Yeah," he said with an amused smile on his face. "It's okay, Dude. Could you tell the others I'm okay?"

Dude grumbled and left the room with a quick glare at Carlos. The girl sighed and sat down on a battered, red chair.

"Thank you so much," she told him. "I thought the kids next door were going to come over to complain."

"No problem," Carlos reassured her. "So, this is your room?"

"Yeah, sorry about the mess," she said, sheepishly. "I've been living here for months now, and I still can't find the time to unpack."

"It's nice," he complimented. He pointed at the fresco. "Did you really paint that mural?"

"Yep, it took me a couple of tries, but I think I got most of it all," she sighed in despair. "The rest of it is going to take a while though."

Carlos nodded and bent down to pick up a weapon. The mysterious girl blushed and muttered," I really need to organize this room better. You're not hurt, right?"

"I think you'd know if I was . . . ?" he teased.

"Elaina," she said, embarrassed. "Sorry for not introducing myself earlier, Carlos."

"You apologize a lot," Carlos noted," for a girl who didn't do anything wrong." He looked back at the small medieval axe. "Do you really know how to use one of these? All of them?"

She shook her head. "I'm not really a fighting person . . . much to my father's disappointment. He sent these deadly things in hope I would take some interest in them. So far, I haven't."

"You have to go," Elaina said, looking at her watch. "You still have time to eat breakfast before class starts."

He nodded again and headed towards the door. "Thanks for helping me, by the way. Although, I didn't get to finish my paper," Carlos groaned.

"Don't worry about it," she reassured him. "I finished your paper for you last night and sent it to your teacher. Now, go! I have a busy day ahead!"

Before Elaina could shut the door, Carlos blocked its path with his foot and raised an eyebrow. "You never said who your parents were?"

She gave him a mischievous smile and said," That's for me to know and for you to try to find out."

~•~ ~•~ ~•~

Clang! Bang! Click!

Carlos glared at his competitor as he jumped back from a countering swipe. He gave out a surprised grunt before swinging his sabre in response.

This has been going on for at least an hour as it seems that their skill level had become even after countless practices. He felt the familiar adrenaline kick in and determination filled his veins.

When Jay and Carlos found out that tourney's seasons were going to end, they decided to join the fencing team to control their energy like Fairy Godmother once said to them ten months ago in Remedial Goodness.

They had juggled the two sports in a stressful state. With the amount of work they had done, their abilities had improved in each one of the activities. Luckily for them, there was only one tourney game left before they can stick to fencing for the rest of the year.

With one final move, he hit his partner's target which brought the finale to their dance. He pushed back his mask and gave a bow. "How did I do?"

Lonnie laughed incredulously from the gym's doors. "You beat our best player on the team. That was incredible. My mom would be proud."

Said player took off his mask and shook his red, sweat-filled hair with a laugh. His blue eyes were twinkling with amusement and gave Carlos a small smile.

"It's been a while since someone had that amount of skill," he said, extending his hand. "I'm Terrence, but call me Terr."

"I'm Car—"

"Carlos, I know. If you didn't already know, you're pretty popular around here," Terr said, playfully.

"Yeah," Carlos chuckled. "Where did you learn how to fence? You seemed to have been trained like a soldier in Snow White's army."

"My father taught me from a young age," he told him. "He isn't really well known around here."

Before he could question him any further, Lonnie sent the boys to the locker room while saying they were smelling as if they have been rolling in a pig's pen.

After Carlos showered and put on a new set of clothes, he headed out to find Jane sitting on one of the gym's platforms with a smile on her face.

Right. Movie night, he remembered.

"Hey, Jane," Carlos said, kissing her cheek. His stomach twisted uncomfortably at the action. "How was your day?"

"Better now that I get to watch a movie with you," Jane said, blushing. "Are you ready to go?"

Carlos answered with a "Yes" and lead the two of them out the double doors. Before the doors could fully close, he caught a glimpse of Elaina hugging Terrence in the middle of the gym.

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- Soldier Of The Mist