Prince Of Hell
By: Ryu Katanna
Beta: Miyu Suzuki
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Chapter 4
"Now, my Intended, we are alone." Demitrius led Draco over to the loveseat that was place before the blazing fire that had come to life when they entered the room.
Once Draco was seated, the blonde teen stayed silent as his black haired counterpart paced before him. Irritation and anger showed clear on is face in the fire light. The young Malfoy knew that he was the only one to have ever seen Demitrius like this just as he knew the best way to handle it was to stay silent and let the older teen say what he needed to say. Neither their fathers nor his uncle had ever seen emotions so open behind closed doors. As Draco now could see from Demitrius. It was a privilege of his being the young Lords future life mate and partner.
Finally Demitrius looked up from the floor and fire to the shorter blonde before moving to stand over him. Tilting Draco's head up; Demitrius black pools met Draco's ice sheen blue. The older teen would not accept anything but the truth. He would not accept lies or half truths as he had been told those things for some time now.
"You have been keeping things from me, my dear. I can say that in all honesty I am quite hurt and disappointed. How long, my Intended, have you been keeping the full truth from me?" Demitrius took Draco's hand in his as he caressed his pale soft cheek with the other.
Draco had expected many things of his betrotheds reaction to his keeping information from him. Anger a main one, but never disappointment. That was what hurt the blonde when he looked into the older teens eyes. The little veela blood in him had made it apparent that he would be submissive three years ago when the Riddle heir had yelled at him for refusing to eat anything more than a small piece of chicken breast and a spoonful of cooked carrots.
It had been their first argument, but when Demitrius had yelled, Draco had bowed his head in submission as tears came to his eyes. His future mate had yelled, and he had never done so before. Draco's veela had taken over to appease the anger of the dominant male.
"I—I apologize, Alkin. I did not tell you because I knew that you would overreact and rush to defend me, but everything is alright. I can handle everything just fine. I never thought you would be disappointed in me. Angry, even furious maybe, but…" Draco shifted his eyes toward his lap.
His icy blues glazed over in tears as he stared down at his own pale hands. Every instinct he held told him that he had, despite his reasons, done wrong in keeping things from the dark haired teen. A silent gasp escaped lightly trembling lips as Draco's slight frame was lifted bridal style and then placed in his betrotheds' lap and made to lean into the tanned teen in the crimson robes of Durmstrang. Once he had relaxed into the older teen with his forehead resting at Demitrius' jawline he let out a soft sigh. Demitrius held him secure in his arms. As he spoke.
"Shh, Intended. I am not disappointed in you. Upset, of course, but not disappointed. No, what I am disappointed about is that I had to hear it from a subordinate that my Intended could be in danger. That the one who has come to be very was being threatened, and I didn't even know."
These words made Draco feel both a little better and a little bad for keeping Dumbledore's behavior from his future bonded; for Demitrius had become important to him as well.
"I only kept it from you because I did not want you to worry. I can handle myself here. You have so much to do for the war yet. The last thing we needed was for you to rush into taking care of the old codger when I could hold him off just fine until the time was right."
"I don't want you to hold him off. I don't want him anywhere near you. There are few things I care about in this life, and you are the main one. I would die to keep you safe. If you're in danger or in a situation that you could be hurt I need for you to tell me. You have no idea what it felt like to hear it from someone else. I don't want to feel that again. Like you didn't trust me to want to protect you."
Blue eyes shot up to meet black in shock.
"No Kin, that's not true! I do trust you to protect me. That's part of the problem. I am not a woman and I am perfectly able to do for myself. I do not need to worry you with things I can deal with on my own."
"You worry me more when you do not tell me. I know you are no woman. I have never viewed you as weak or defenseless either. You are to be my bonded in less than a year. My consort. I will worry about you regardless; so get used to it now. Promise me you will come to me no matter what it is. I would rather find out from you than from another."
"Alright. I promise I will come to you." Draco whispered quietly before closing his eyes as Demitrius tanned hand ran through his hair a few times to rest at the base of his neck.
"Good. Now what do you think of the tournament? All those attending from Durmstrang are loyal to our cause. Things will soon be put into motion. Dumbledore will no longer be a problem for us."
"I think this tournament is a good opportunity for our side. How will you dispose of Dumbledore?"
"In due time, Intended." Demitrius replied and kissed the blondes head soothingly.
The Malfoy heir could see his betrothed would not answer his question and so he stayed silent and took comfort that Demitrius was here with him now, and that meant he would not have to be concerned with Dumbledore anymore.
"I have missed you, Alkin. You left the Manor early this summer."
"I apologize for that. Father had a few things he needed taken care of."
"I understand. You have your obligations and responsibilities…As I do." Draco took a deep breath before continuing when he knew what he said next would not be taken well. "Which is why I must enter as Hogwarts Champion?"
Draco could see Demitrius' jaw tighten without even having to look. He sighed lightly. Things were never easy with his mate-to-be.
"No."
"Kin, be reasonable. It is what is expected of me here. You know that."
"No, I will not be reasonable. Yes, I know that is what is expected. That does not mean that I will allow it." Demitrius' arms steeled themselves around his companions' waist when he felt the blonde shift to glare at him.
"You'll not allow it? I do not care if you allow it or not! You are not my father. I have to enter or questions will be asked. We cannot afford that. Especially with you here."
"No, I am not your father, but I am your dominant. Your dominate who you will be mated to within a year. If questions are raised then that is fine. You will not fight me on this one Intended."
"I have a duty to my house, Alkin. I cannot turn my back on that. I won't."
"You have a duty to me. So you turn your back on me?" His dark eyes went blank of emotion as tanned arms released Draco to settle at his sides.
Draco couldn't believe what was happening. Demitrius was retreating from him. He had never looked at Draco with this void look when they were alone together.
"No!" Draco's voice had raised a few octaves as he brought his hands up to cup his companions' strong jaw. "Don't retreat from me. Stay. I'm not turning my back on you. Never! So don't you dare turn your back on me?"
Demitrius didn't move as Draco spoke and the blonde got no response. He could feel his lip quiver. After a few minutes of silence. He looked down to his lap and away from those blank dark eyes. He had denied his mate and now he could feel his veela instincts screaming at him. The blonde could feel the tears coming and couldn't stop one from falling as he spoke.
"Alkin! Please listen to me. I won't do it again. Just please come back to me." Draco's heart sank with the words Demitrius spoke next in his dark uncaring voice usually only used when he played the role of his father's son, and not the person the young Malfoy had come to care for and depend on over the years.
"You put your duties to Slytherin house before me, and then say you will not do so again. Enter the tournament as Hogwarts Champion. If it is truly what you want then I will not stop you. I have always placed your happiness before all else, and tried the best I could to protect you. I can no longer do that now. For how can I if you will not allow me to do so? I will say no more about it, and I'll not stop you."
"But that's not—"
"Go, Draco."
"Not until you listen to me, and I mean really listen. I am not talking to you Demitrius. I am however speaking to the side of you that I care for. I'm talking to Alkin. Demitrius is a mask. I want the man I am to be bonded to in mind, body, and soul. So you had better listen, and listen well." Draco's voice was that of steel as he refused to leave the dark heirs lap and instead straddled the older teen's waist before interlacing their fingers.
"You have said all you need to say. My Intended."
"I haven't. If I had than you wouldn't be pushing me away!" Draco could not stop the tears now as they fell down his cheeks. "I have been trying to tell you that entering the tournament is not what I want I have responsibilities to my house, but that is in no way more important than you. I will be graduating next year, and while I will always be a Slytherin, I will also be your consort. I may not always like it, but I will always follow your wishes. You are my Lord, and nothing will ever change that. You need only tell me you do not want me to enter the Triwizard Tournament and I will do as you wish. While I'll only attend this school for a little time you will be a part of my life for as long as I live. So tell me. What do you want?"
Light was coming back to dark eyes as he spoke and Draco could start to see behind the mask once more. The mask of Demitrius Riddle, heir of the Dark Lord Voldemort, was fading. Now his Alkin was showing through, and Draco could feel the tanned hands leave his pale ones to wipe away the tears he had been crying. His veela still not calmed completely.
"I do not want you in the tournament. I want you safe. I do not want you to cry. I want you happy. Most of all I do not want you to leave me. I want you to stand beside me as my consort, mate, bonded, husband, my life partner, my everything until the day our bodies are laded to their final rest. I have come to care for you above all else Draconis Lucien Malfoy. Dare I say even love you, but I cannot be sure. I have never known love so I cannot tell you, but what I can tell you is that I do know I worry for you. I may seem harsh at times, I know, but it is because caring for you scares me. Hell, it terrifies me, and not only because we are in the middle of war. I just want you safe, happy, healthy, and in my arms when it's over. That is all I want, my Intended, all I could wish for."
Black eyes held teary blue. Only these were not sad tears. Draco's veela was jumping in happiness. His mate-to-be was not truly mad at him. Just scared something would happen to him. This was a side of Demitrius only he was privileged to see, and he knew that. The Riddle heir was such a strong wizard trapped in a teen's body, but Draco knew that even the strongest wizards had a softer side. The way Demitrius was with Draco when they were alone only proved that to the young Malfoy.
"I will not leave you, Alkin. I care for you very much as well. Without you I feel my veelian blood would drive me to madness. I know that I should depend on you to keep me safe, and for the most part I do. You make me feel, Kin, in ways no one else ever can or will. You protect me, and make me happiest when you are around. You are not harsh. It may only sometimes seem that way because you want what's best for me when I don't always listen. I'm not going anywhere, so don't worry so much." The tears had finally stopped as Draco leaned forward and hugged his fiancée before kissing him softly on the cheek.
"I am such a weakling. Heh. If father ever knew…" Demitrius trailed off as Draco's arms tighten around his shoulders and the blonde kissed his darker half's neck.
"Don't say that, and don't put yourself down so. You are not weak. If you were as you say than you would not have me here father would not have allowed it." Demitrius allowed himself to relax in Draco's arms as the younger teen rubbed circles into his shoulders and back.
Minutes passed in silence as both relaxed and took comfort in the presence of each other. Over the last few years things had changed drastically in their relationship. The first two summers had been spent learning to tolerate one another. A friendship of sorts had slowly formed. They had started to become more comfortable around each other. Over the last two summers they had grown to care for one another. This showed in how Draco's veela would react to things Demitrius said and did, or when Demitrius would become upset with how little Draco ate.
"Come, my Intended. I am late for a report from Victor Krum, and it is after curfew. I will have one of the men escort you back to the Slytherin Dorms." Tanned hand squeezed gentle on pale forearms after a half an hour of the comfortable silence.
Draco groaned. There was no way he wanted to leave the dark heir and return to the dorms where he knew many questions would be asked and he would be watched closely. He felt safer with his future husband than in Hogwarts within reach of Dumbledore.
"Please don't make me go back there. I want to stay with you." Draco held tightly to Demitrius and refused to move from his lap.
"I know your veela makes you feel safer with me, but you must return to your dorms. We cannot share living quarters until after we are bound. Nor can I take you to my bed. You know this, Intended. I don't like having you within reach of the old man, but for now I have to tolerate it." The veela keened sadly when Demitrius gently pulled his arms from around his neck, but settled a little more as he kissed the pale palms of each hand after doing so.
They had found out two years ago that Draco's veelian blood would in fact affect him more than they had first thought. His behavior had changed over the years the closer he got to the age sixteen. After some research they found that, no matter how many generations had passed, the veelian gene does not diminish. The gene just goes into a dormant state after a few generations. However, Draco's veela gene was not dormant because both his mother and father held the dormant gene; making the gene active in him. Draco was a half veela, and had already chosen his mate.
"I understand, Alkin. I just don't want to be away from you. What with all those girls and guys drooling over you." Draco tried to joke but couldn't keep the bitterness out of his voice.
"Intended, look at me. Do you smell anyone other than you imprinted on my skin?" Draco shook his head in the negative.
"No."
"That is the way it will stay. I let no others touch me, but you. Not even father or Uncle Severus. Only you." Draco smiled brightly before kissing Demitrius' cheek.
"Really?"
"Really."
"I guess we should go." Draco slid off the older teens lap.
"Come. I'll have Victor escort you after the report."
The next morning was not much better when it came to questions being raised in Slytherin House. They all wanted to know who the student from Durmstrang was that their leader would listen to what he said. The sixteen year old Malfoy had disappeared with the mysterious teen the night before and had not returned until well after curfew. Now their Prince was seated between both Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini as was usual, and was of some comfort to the rest of the house.
Not long after the students of Hogwarts had been seated the Great Halls doors opened once more as the students from both Durmstrang and Beauxbatons entered for breakfast in a flurry of crimson red and baby blue robes. The meal started as the food appeared. Still there was no sign of the one that held the mixed thoughts of the snakes.
It was another ten minutes before Demitrius entered walking alongside Severus with Victor Krum following not far behind. Chatter filled the Great Hall as the three separated. Demitrius headed toward Slytherin House and Draco, Victor toward his cousin on the other end of the same table, and Severus made his way toward the Head Table.
"Nott. Zabini." Demitrius said by way of greeting as he took his seat between Draco and Theodore "Intended."
"Alkin, you are late. Everyone has already gotten their class schedules." Draco replied as he handed the paper with his list of classes to the older teen.
Demitrius looked over the list of classes before nodding in approval.
"Good and I suppose both Mr. Zabini and Mr. Nott have the same?"
"Yes, and Kin, it would make more sense to call them by their given names. Would it not? Considering they are my friends and you will be spending time around them."
"Very well then. You may both call me Demitrius when not in assorted company."
Several moments passed in silence as they ate with Demitrius staying silent about what Draco ate as the blonde had added more to his plate that morning to satisfy his betrothed.
"What do you have today, Alkin?" Draco asked turning his attention to the teen beside him.
"I have my classes throughout the day and into the night. You will know soon. Breakfast is over. Come. I will walk you to Transfiguration. Theodore? Blaise? Will you join us?"
"Yes, we'll join you." Blaise replied for both himself and Theodore.
It was several hours later that the Slytherin and sixth year Gryffindor's entered the potions class. Much to the shock of both Houses it was not their brooding Professor that greeted them, but the mysterious Durmstrang student that had been talking with Draco Malfoy. Said blonde and both his friends said nothing as they made their way to their usual seats at the front. It was only after all the students were seated that he spoke.
"Hello to you all. Your Professor will be here within the hour. Until then he has set orders that I am to have you all draw the name of the potion you are to brew. This is to be done without the aid of either partner, or book." Groans erupted through the class. "Complaining or whining and your house will lose points. These are lower level potions ladies and gentlemen. If you are not capable of doing them then I suggest you get your worthless arse out of a NEWT level class." Demitrius stated this looking pointedly at the Gryffindor House, where most of the noise had come from, as he levitated a crystal bowl to move passed each student.
It was after everyone had been assigned their potion that a knock was heard at the door.
"Enter!" The dark eyes teens voice rang deep and clear through the dungeon room.
The door opened to reveal the dark haired Headmaster of Durmstrang School. Igor Karkaroff pierced around the room with a hard look in his eye so unlike the Headmaster of Hogwarts. His hard gaze came to focus of his own student at the front of the class. A slight tilt of his lip was the only indication that he was pleased.
"Headmaster Karkaroff, good day to you. Is there something you need of me?"
"No, rather I was looking for Professor Snape. Headmaster Dumbledore, Madame Maxine, and I have been speaking for some time and have decided students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are to sit in with Hogwarts students. I was coming to place you schoolmates as well as those under Madam Maxine into potions." Karkaroff replied ushering the mixed students into the class.
"I am sitting in for Professor Snape for the first half hour. He had dire need to finish a few potions for a Madame Pomfrey, I believe?" Demitrius tone was questioning as he looked to the Hogwarts students for confirmation on the name.
After receiving many nods for his inquiry he turned black eyes back to his Headmaster.
"I will take them, however. Any seat available, and that's where you'll be until the Hogwarts Professor arrives."
"Thank you. I must be going. You have everything at hand, I trust."
"Indeed, Headmaster."
It was with that and a nod of his head that Karkaroff left. Only after the Durmstrang Headmaster had taken his leave, and the door had shut did a bushy haired female with the Gryffindor badge raise her hand.
"Yes, Miss?" Black eyes showed none of the recognition that was there.
"Granger, Hermione Granger."
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Why would Professor Snape leave you to instruct the class? Why now another Professor, or even a Headmaster?"
Demitrius never got the chance to answer as Severus entered from his office and replied for him.
"I left the class in his capable hands because I knew I could trust him to do this. Class I would like you to meet my assistant Professor. He is the Durmstrang Schools Potions Professor. You may call him Professor Prince, as using his family name would make this quite confusing indeed."
"Why would it be confusing, and why's he teachin' us? He's the same age as we are?" A red haired boy who sat beside Granger asked with a scowl.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor for speaking out of turn, Mr. Weasley. It would be confusing because that would leave us with two Professor Snape's. Professor Prince is my nephew, and he may be the same age as those in this class, but he has already taken his NEWTS and Masters in Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures and most other basic classes. As such you may also see him in other classes with the Professors. Anymore questions, or are you going to further stall the rest of the class from the assignment so as to have more homework?"
Severus made his way up to his expressionless nephew as he moved away from the gaping students. Only a few of the Slytherins and the Durmstrang students seemed unaffected.
"Then if there are no more questions on my qualifications as an Assistant Professor I suggest you get to work. I need a student from Beauxbatons to come forward. As for my students, I want all summer work on Professor Snape's desk now. Then you may start off the year light with the Wolfsbane potion. You may use your books and your notes, but no help from your classmates." Demitrius stated and much to everyone's surprise the students in crimson murmured no complaints at the assignment of such a complicated potion.
"Hogwarts students don't even attempt Wolfsbane until Seventh year, and yet you call it light work?" Severus chuckled after Demitrius had spoken to the Beauxbatons girl that had informed him of what her school had been studying.
"Yes, well, Durmstrang is a further advanced school than Hogwarts. Where last year was OWLS here it was NEWTS for them. Next year they will take the Masters. The Wolfsbane is essential for Durmstrang because we have a few wolves within classes. Our students vary much more than Hogwarts."
"I have heard as much."
"I will start making rounds. I leave the Gryffindor's to you."
"I swear they are an incompetent bunch of-"
"Now, Uncle. I'll even let you check over the Wolfsbane brewing. I am sure they will not disappoint you."
Demitrius walked away with a smirk on his face and a glint in his eye.
The study was dark as the Riddle heir entered,, but he stopped nonetheless to look to the chair seated before the fireplace that was absent of the warm glow of flames. Demitrius could feel the difference in the air as he approached the chair from behind. Black eyes lit upon emerald green as the young man who sat in the chair turned.
"Greetings. It is not that I can say I thought I would see you here. Pleasant surprise though it is. How are you, Aiden Greyback, or should I call you Harry Potter?"
"What could he be thinking? To make himself as clearly indefinable as Severus' nephew! Dumbledore must know that he cannot possibly be a Snape. Severus had only sisters. They both took on different names once they married. He can't possibly think he has the old man fooled." Draco ranted from behind the closed and warded doors of his dorm room as Theo and Blaise listened on.
"Could it be possible Master Riddle is not trying to fool Dumbledore? It seems like a big risk to take, but would he actually try to bait the old man?" Blaise asked looking to Theodore for his thoughts.
"Master Riddle couldn't possibly think any good would come of it. I mean why would he make himself a target when Dumbledore knows that Draco is betrothed to him? That would make you a target as well, wouldn't it?" Theo said looking to Draco who looked to be clenching his teeth as he growled deeply and his steely blue eyes turned silver.
"No. He means to bait him, yes. Kin is the ultimate target in this, and he is using that to draw Dumbledore's eye off me. I think the old man has an idea who my mate really is, Kin is using himself as bait to try to protect me."
"Calm down Dray. The Master must have a plan if he is doing this. He wants to protect you, and as your mate, that is his right." Theo's voice was calm laced with steel.
"Is it not mine as well? He is my mate as much as I am his."
"Yes, but he is your dominant. Let him do what he feels is best. You just keep an eye out and see what he does." Blaise replied just as calmly as Theo.
Silver turned back to blue before turning his gaze out the window.
"I just wish he would think things through before jumping into the middle of it. Your right. I shall just watch and be wary. If I were to do anything Demitrius would think I didn't trust him." Draco sighed heavily before sitting slowly.
"You just worry." Theo stated.
"Yeah. I worry for him."
Emerald green eyes narrowed as a growl vibrated around the room. A growl that was more wolf than human.
"That person no longer exists. He died along long time ago, if he ever existed in the first place. You should know better than to even speak his name."
"I should know better? Yes, I suppose so. After all, am I not the one who lived his life for so many years while you grew up within your packs protection? Do not presume to know how well I know that person all those years ago. I do not need to be reminded. What have you come for Greyback?"
"Do I need a reason to visit my dear cousin?"
"Do not play games with me. Aunt Sirene would not have sent you. Not to me, at least. She wants nothing to do with me any longer. Not since I was turned." Demitrius smiled sardonically.
Aiden smiled a large wolfish grin at the darker eyed young man. It had been a few months since Lord Voldemort had called for Demitrius from Malfoy Manor. Demitrius had been acting as a liaison between the Carpathian Clans and the Werewolf packs as his father wanted them all to find some common working ground. That ground was made when the Vampire Lord found Demitrius half dead from an attack by vampires. Vampires who had wanted nothing to do with Werewolves or the Dark Lord. In order to save the life of Voldemort's heir Prince Mikhail found himself in the position of turning the young man he had come to know over the months.
Demitrius had been turned into a Carpathian with the advantages of a wizard. Being that he still had his powers and he had no fear for the sun other than needing to wear sunglasses and cover all skin that could be exposed. An added advantage was that Demitrius could get by with only three to four hours of sleep. He had the most problems when it came to feeding. Desiring only the blood of his mate drove him almost to the breaking point. Yet still he forced himself to feed off donors' blood from the blood bank.
Demitrius still had yet to tell Draco. He had put off telling him until their marriage. There was no doubt in his mind that his mate-to-be would not like it, but he also knew that if Draco were to know then he would offer Demitrius to feed. It was that knowledge that kept him from telling the blonde. Draco was so beautiful to him that he knew he couldn't feed from his Intended without taking what was his.
Very few knew about his turning besides the Carpathian Clans, his father, Uncles, and Aunt. The wolves knew because they could smell it. There had been a long standing feud between Carpathians and Werewolves that still ran strong among them. So strong, apparently, that his Aunt Serene would no longer acknowledge him. Aunt Sirene was Demitrius' mother and Uncle Severus' older sister who had mated the feared Fenrir Greyback well before he was born. They had the adopted Adrian after Voldemort had discovered the switch and set his plans to motion.
"It was not Mother who sent me. It is Father. He wishes a truce between the wolves and Carpathians. Enough blood has and will be shed in this war. There is little point in shedding that blood from those who should be year allies. Don't you agree, dear cousin?"
"Quite, but why come to me? I cannot offer you this truce. You will have to speak with Mikhail. I am but his childer."
"I am a wolf, Demitrius. It would be asking for trouble if I were to just walk into Carpathian lands. Father wants you to be the liaison between us once more. After all, the prince is your Sire. Who better to speak on our behalf?" Aiden's' grin was all teeth as his canines showed.
"So the wolves just plan to use me as a means to an end. I apologize, but I refuse to be used for your own gain when I so clearly have naught to gain myself by pulling the grunt work for you. I can contact Prince Mikhail now and arrange for you to have audience, but that is all I will do. Take it or leave it."
Aiden's green eyes focused on his cousin as he thought about it. His father had told him to speak only with Demitrius. That blood-suckers were not to be trusted, but Demitrius was newly turned. His Mother wished no more contact with the young Carpathian simply because of what he was. It mattered naught to her that the one she had disowned was the only child of her baby sister. His father, however, knew that if the wolves all turned their backs on Demitrius then they all turned their back to the Dark Lord as well.
"I will have to speak with Father. We are trying, Demi. It's just something we all need to cope with. The hatred between the Werewolves and Carpathians spans back centuries. That's not easy for any of us to just put aside. It's so ingrained into us that most of my pack has been divided. My own parents are not agreeing on this issue." Adrian growled deeply in his displeasure and frustration.
"Your turning has caused calamity in the pack. The nephew of our Alpha's mate, a Carpathian!"
Demitrius raised a dark brow as he looked at the other teen.
"Now why would your pack mates fight about me? I am not a wolf, and I never was."
"We all see you as pack, Demi. One of us. It's a little hard to accept that now you're one of them." Aiden's green eyes flashed ember as his wolf rose. "How could you let him turn you?"
"One of them? The only reason I'm one of them is because it was the only way to keep me from passing through deaths door" Deep obsidian eyes flashed a crimson red. "I now owe Prince Mikhail a debt I could never repay. For if I was to die then Draco would surely fall into insanity and follow after. Mikhail saved my mate from death by saving me. You have no idea of the distress that causes. I let him turn me to spare Draco. You will only ever understand once you find your mate. Do not condemn me for protecting what's mine, Aide. Cousin or not, I will kill you."
Demitrius eyes were now a blood red with his anger as the air around him trembled with magical energy. Seeing this display of anger from his cousin, Aiden bowed his head in submission. The wolf within realized he had over stepped his bounds in questioning the Dark heir's choice. Now he knew why, but he also knew that knowledge came with a price. Demitrius may be his cousin in all but blood, and yet a tension always lay beneath the surface. A tension neither had caused yet was there none the less.
"I apologize, Demi. I just lost control. It won't happen again."
"You should learn to keep a tighter lid on your emotions, Aide. I apologize as well. It has been a very long day."
"It would seem so. You look worn out though I don't think anyone but those who know you would be able to tell. Get some rest. I will head back to the pack and speak with Father. Maybe I can even reason with Mother. Once things have calmed down then you should visit."
"Yeah, visit and have a bunch of werewolves try to tear me apart for what I am."
Aiden's green eyes lit dimly with amusement as he looked to the slightly older teen.
"Maybe, but I won't allow it. I'll fight them all myself. I would do much less damage than you would."
Aiden stood with a small smirk.
"Goodbye, Demi."
"Goodbye, Aide."
Notes to readers:
Vampires were once Carpathians who have now gone rogue after turning to the darkness rather than finding their mate. Therefore they oppose the very thing they once were. Werewolves and Carpathians have a long standing feud. Demitrius was turned into a Carpathian by the Carpathian Prince Mikhail. He now acts as a common link between the two as he is the Lords son. Draco does not yet know because Demitrius has held the information from him knowing that he cannot claim him until after marriage and so must already fight his beast for control. Disclaimer: Prince Mikhail belongs to Christene Feehan. As well as the Carpathian/Vampire theology.
I'm sorry for the long overdue update. I have a lot going on so even I don't know when the next chapter will be out. Hope you all loved this one. Let me know what you think!
