Evil P: SORRY for the long wait this story wasn't supposed to be published until later on but my laptop got a virus so I panicked and published the chapters I had written. But we soon got rid of the virus.
Evil P: I'm on a road trip with my mom; we're going to my cousins' bridal shower!
Ross: Then why are we here?
Evil P: Because while mom is listening to a dirty audio book im working on your story
Bel: Pull over the prince wants starbucks!
Ross: -_-
Evil P: :D
Disclaimer- I no own KHR
Belphegor yawned and adjusted his tiara. He leaned against one of the pillars on top of the wall. It was almost eleven PM; basically ninety nine percent of the staff at the castle was out searching for Ross in town while she was taking the back roads home.
He heard the familiar roar of her motorcycle and watched her pull the motorcycle pull into the stone shed. Ross walked out of the shed, pulling off her helmet she stopped dead in her tracks and stared gravely at the black motorcycle leaning against the stone wall she was about to climb over.
Bel flicked his wrists and a few knives flew at her. She performed a back hand spring, dodging the knives. Her head bent up and her eyes locked onto her attacker. She couldn't see their face; they had a hood covering it.
The person stood up and jumped off the wall landing gracefully in a crouched position. Launching them self at her with a knife in their hand. The person brought their knee up connecting with her stomach, effectively knocking her against a tree.
Their forearm pressed against her neck silencing a scream just about to surface from her throat. While the knife was pressed against her jugular, she felt a pair of lips ghost over her ear. "Ushishi, that wasn't much of a fight, princess, I'm disappointed." A male voice snickered.
"Who the hell are you?" She choked out.
She winced as the blade pressed deeper into her skin putting a small cut on her neck. "I can't tell you now or it will ruin all the fun, now you're going to come with me, and you don't have to worry, I'm not going to rape you or anything."
He pulled the knife away from her neck. "I'll give you have a half an hour to collect some clothes and personal items. But any longer than that and I will come in after you, I'll be waiting by the front gate." He pulled away but kept his forearm against her neck but not as hard as earlier, his head also inclined downwards so his face was still hidden under the hood of his black trench coat.
"And if you even try to tell anyone still in that castle what's going on. I won't hold back on killing you, understand princess?" she gave jerk of her head attempting a nod. And he let go.
She stepped away from the tree brushing some dirt and grit off the back of her shirt and back handed him. A pale hand reached up and rubbed the cheek she had struck. His head leaned up ever so slight, and his mouth became visible. There was a wild grin on his face.
"You better hurry Princess, the clock is ticking."
She gave him a feared look before turning on her heels and climbing up the wall and disappearing over the other side. His smile turned to a bored frown. "That hurt…" he muttered still rubbing the now red hand print on his cheek.
Ross ran through castle, almost tripping over her feet a few times before she finally made it to her room. She closed it and with her back and palms pressed against the door, her legs gave out and her body slide down to the floor.
A dainty shaky hand reached up and rubbed her eyes, taken aback when her eyes felt hot and wet to the touch, just realizing that she was sobbing uncontrollably. She sucked in a breath feeling her heart beat rapidly, she stood up and pulled a dark blue duffle back out from under her bed.
She packed her clothes trying her best to be as fast as hell but quiet and possible. She was almost done when she hesitated to open a door. She bit her lip and reached down and wrapped her finger around the glass knob and but yanking the door open and storming in.
The room was bare except for a small table that had a sword resting on it, and a large portrait on the wall.
Ross picked up the sword and held in up in the air the light glinting off it. The sword was entirely black. The hilt looked like sticks or ivy twisted upwards and then splitting apart where the sharp coal black blade began. Where the top of the hilt split apart there was a round dark reddish magenta stone visible on both sides. Unlike the hilt, the blade was as smooth as silk.
With the sword in hand she reached behind and slide it into the sheath strapped to her back. Once that was done she gazed sadly at the large portrait in front of her.
In the picture there was a young man, he stood tall and proud dressed in white and royal blue, a gold crown resting on his head of shaggy royal blue hair, his powder blue eyes glinting proudly, while one of his hands resting on the shoulder of a young woman sitting in a chair next to him.
The woman was dressed in a plain high collar plain red button down dress. She wore a small silver tiara; her hair was a warm brown and just reached the bottom of her chin. Her maroon eyes held loving happiness instead of proud like her husband, as the two gazed down at the small baby smiling in her arms.
Ross bit her lip and looked away. "Forgive me mother, forgive me father, but I'm being force to do this."
She turned on her heels and walked back out of the room. Ross opened her desk drawer and pulled out a pen and paper and quickly scribbled down a note. She addressed it to her maid Celia, knowing she would be the most likely to be in her room anytime soon.
Dear Celia,
Don't worry I'm safe. I can't tell you where I'm going or why, but don't try looking for me I just need to leave for a while. I'll be a back as soon as possible. Don't worry I'm not pregnant, If you haven't already, don't let the media find out, that's the last thing I need. When you're done reading this, give this to my grandma.
With love, Ross.
She slung the bag over her shoulder giving the room one last look before closing the door.
Walking out the garden she retrieved the tiara from the black messenger bag, and finally leaving the castle, and walking down the cobblestone driveway where at the bottom, the man forcing her to leave her home, was waiting.
Bel leaned against the parked motorcycle, thought swimming through his head. She followed his orders without putting up a fight..! Perhaps part of her, wanted to leave. Bel couldn't blame her life seemed pretty boring.
Another thought crossed his mind. She has gotten strong. She power she had put behind that smack could of broke the average persons jaw. The shy and timid flower she was once, was long gone, she was now a rose, its stem covered in large sharp thorns. Xanxus was right, she was varia quality.
One final though crossed him. What if she knew he was the one kidnapping her, let alone alive all these years?
Evil P: drinking Chocolate frappe.
Bel: drinking Carmel late.
Ross: eating shortbread cookie.
