Rosalyn's Pain
*Anything italicized is someone's thought, someone's singing, it's someone's dream.
XXXXFLASHBACKXXXXX
The Vampiress walked with the young man of royal decent while being intrigued. He was so fascinating to her and she couldn't help but feel a connection to him. He was so sweet and...charming.
"Excuse me, but I lost my manners." The boy began after a while of talking about his family and what not. "What is your name?" He asked, catching the young vampire off guard and making her question what she was supposed to say. If she said her full name, he would kill her in a heartbeat! But if she gave just her first name, she'd be in the clear. Besides, she was mainly known for her last name. No one knew her first name.
"Rosalyn." She responded with a smile. "What about you? What's your name?"
The young man stared at the young vampire and into her crimson red eyes as they stopped by a cherry blossom tree. The pink buds looked beautiful in the half-dusk light of the sun setting. Which made the place the perfect spot for a first date.
"I am the next generation Prince Charming. All though I never have met my father." He began.
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that." Rosalyn said as she placed a hand on his arm.
He looked at her and smiled before saying: "It's fine." He then looked at her in the eyes again, and added: "You can call me Henry."
XXXXPRESENT DAYXXXX
Henry was focused on his homework, while Rosalyn was drawing a picture of someone. When Henry looked up, he saw her drawing instead of doing her homework.
"Rosalyn, what are you doing?" He began to ask. "Shouldn't you be doing your homework?"
"Finished it at school when I first got it. I only came so I could help you with yours, but doesn't look like you need it." Rosalyn answered as she finished the drawing and showed it to him. "What do you think?"
Henry stared at the drawing. The boy was wearing a prince-like knight suit, and had a sword in his hand. His face looked focused, like he was getting ready to fight off a dragon or something. It looked so expertly done, like a black and white photograph.
"Whoa." Henry began. "That...that's amazing. You have a gift there, Ro." Rosalyn looked at him with curiosity plastard on her face.
"Ro?"
"Yeah." Henry began. "Don't you like having a nickname?"
That was what made it click into her head. He gave her a nickname. She never had one before. Actually, she never had a real friend before, because everyone at the school thought that she was weird. Henry was the first to speak to her and become her friend.
"Oh. Actually, yeah, I do. And thanks for the compliment." Rosalyn finally said with a light blush on her cheeks. Henry smiled his charming smile before going back to his homework.
Rosalyn turned the drawing back towards her, and as she was putting it away, she started getting this feeling in her heart. It felt warm, and fuzy, and light. What was this feeling? She had never felt this way before. It was like she was flying high in the sky while being with Henry. Why is that?
"Uh...would you excuse me? I need go make a call." She said as she grabbed her cell phone, went down the stairs, and then outside. She leaned against the wall and began typing on her phone. She had a journal on her phone, and thought that she could write what she was feeling at that moment in it. She was confused, and didn't know what to think. This was all so new to her.
(SONG: "Too Young" - Sabrina Carpenter)
"How can this be possible?" She asked herself as she finished what she was typing on her phone and looked up to the beautiful sky and grinned. "How can I have a crush on Henry?"
Big lights, people,
rushing to grow up before you know,
stop signs, denied,
everyone tells me I gotta go slow.
And it's gonna hurt sometimes,
no matter what you do,
but nothing can change my mind.
If I'm too young, to fall in love,
why do you keep running through my brain?
And if I'm too young, to know anything,
why do I know that I'm just not the same?
Don't tell me I won't, don't tell me I can't feel,
what I'm feeling is real,
cuz I'm not too young...
Rosalyn pushed herself off of the wall and walked forward for a short while before stopping half way. She didn't want to go too far away from the house. And as she walked, she felt a tiny little rain drop fall on her hand. And when she looked over at a beautiful pink blossom tree out on the outskirts of town, she could see a scene with her and Henry sharing a moment.
Rain drops, deep thoughts,
pictures of you and me wherever I go,
laughing, running,
to a place where nobody says no.
And it's gonna hurt sometimes,
no matter what you do,
but I've got fall to fly, yeah.
If I'm too young, to fall in love,
why do you keep running through my brain?
And if I'm too young, to know anything,
why do I know that I'm just not the same?
Don't tell me I won't, don't tell me I can't feel,
what I'm feeling is real,
cuz I'm not too young...
She began to walk back towards the house, as her phone pinged, making her look and saw it was a text from Henry, asking if she was alright. She smiled as she replied to his text, saying yeah, she just needed some air, and that she was heading back in as they spoke.
And if I'm too young, to fall in love,
why do you keep running through my brain?
And if I'm too young, to know anything,
why do I know that I'm just not the same?
Don't tell me I won't, don't tell me I can't feel,
what I'm feeling is real,
cuz I'm not too young...
Cuz I'm not too young, no...
I'm not too young, no.
(End of song)
Rosalyn took a deep breathe before walking back inside and up the stairs to Henry's place. But as she did, pain shot through her body, making her stop half-way up the stairs, and leaned her back against the wall as she grabbed her stomach, with her eyes closed. She winced in pain as she opened her eyes again, showing that they had turned a crimson red. Sweat had begun to drop down her forehead as she fell on the stairs with a scream. The pain was beginning to be too much...and this was the longest it had ever flared up.
She sat there as her eyes finally went back to blue, and the pain began to subside a little bit, when she felt someone picking her up and carrying her back into the house. When she had opened her eyes, she saw a blurry image of a boy before she blacked out from the pain.
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"Henry, what are you doing out this late?" A voice spoke, making Prince Henry and Rosalyn look over to see a black headed princess standing there with her hands clasped in her front of her and pointing down to the ground.
"I'm sorry. I just had to get some fresh air. Don't tell my mom."
"Don't worry. I won't. But who is this?" The princess looked the girl up and down, like she was studying her.
"Princess Melody, this is Rosalyn."
"That is such a pretty name!" The princess known as Melody said with a smile. "I'm Princess Melody! Daughter of Queen Ariel!"
"Nice to meet you, Princess Melody." Rosalyn said with a small curtsy.
"Oh, please! Call me Melody, and there is no need for the curtsy you just did. We're friends now." Melody hugged the girl with excitement, which made Rosalyn stunned, but the moment she realized what was going on, she smiled, and hugged back.
"Friends?"
XXXXPRESENT DAYXXXX
A red headed seashell shop owner, opened up the doors to open up her shop for the day. And once she opened the doors, she jumped with a startle, for there, standing in the shop, was Mr. Gold (AKA Rumplestiltskin/The Dark One) leaning against a display case.
"How the heck did you...?! Oh, never mind. What do you want, Mr. Gold?!" The girl asked as she closed the door behind her.
"Oh, dearie, I have some news. News, that will shock you to the core." Mr. Gold began.
"What kind of news?" The girl asked, now intrigued by what he had to say.
"The girl you were protecting Melody from? She has arrived."
~END OF CHAPTER~