Chapter n.7, can´t believe that this is happening to be honest and all this because of my dear Zoey, she is such a genuine and kind person, I wish I could meet you in "real life", every person that is lucky to call you his/her friend is lucky. Thank you so much for your support. You are the only person who reads this and you never fail to amaze me.

It was several days after some formalities, Nick slowly waking up from the comer in one of the rooms in the Renard castle, Sean meeting his people in Vienna, Eric spending some time in Rome and Adalind crying her eyes out. Those days seemed like standard, unfortunately for our dear characters. It was Monroe and Rosalee who formed an army in Portland, calling to the left and to the right, fighting their own little war, trying to persuade Portland wessen what was that all about, yes they were on his side, preparing to attack Vienna. Didn´t that just sound idealistic? Did they really think that Royals didn´t have their eyes and ears everywhere? But we should not forget about our even more idealistic Kelly. A mother that wants to save her son, how sweet! Exactly what Eric thought when he came to visit her in the dungeon, at least they didn´t beat her, a bonus for her, another bonus for her, they had no idea she was the one knowing where the key was. Poor Sean! Couldn´t be farther from his task, papa won´t be happy. The key was somehow put in the shadows. The reason was simple. If most of the Wessen was as excited for a royal child as humans were for Kate and William´s little offspring, now all of Wessen certainly were.
The underground was full of speculations, plans were made, how to steal the child, how to overcome the guards, even Eric and the King himself were on the list. Many of them were found out and killed by the police working for the Royals, many of them stayed, they were more powerful than one would guess. You should trust no one. Stefania was on the run, Monsieur Renard let her stay alive just for the fun, to track her down, he believed that through her he may find others and he was not far from the truth, sooner or later she had to contact Adalind.
The scared Adalind, how she has changed! Remember that egoistic, spoilt, intelligent lady that knows what she is doing? Well that was before she became stressed out, weak and skinny woman being afraid of every minute of her life. She was watched and mostly hated, not even Sean tried to save her, he didn´t even look at her, the last conversation they had ended in him calling her "the whore and the biggest regret of my life and something along the lines you deserve my brother".
Nobody in that family seemed to care about blood tests so it was still unclear who was the father, though in the 7th month, it surprised everyone that the brother didn´t bother at all. Maybe they simply hoped that since they see the baby for the first time, it is going to look either like Sean or Eric.
Another problem occurred when Madame Renard came back from her little vacation. It was that day when Sean was to enter the office of his father to tell him something very important that he wants to see Nick as he had heard that he was awaken. Madame Renard was a type of woman that could be described as Catherine Denevue, very beautiful and very evil but you had to love her for the sake of her evilness. Just as everyone in Renard family, her sense of humor was too morbid not to laugh about.
"Excuse me, young gentleman" she put a bit of a flirty tone but then she realized something was odd
Sean said nothing, probably scared that his stepmother was about to start flirting with him or he was back with his memories.
"Do I know you by any chance?"
Still silence, come on Sean, man up!
"I suppose if you remember all the people you wanted to kill"
A minute of thinking, the handsome looks, he was not a spitting image of his father but still there was something in him… oh click, click and here we go!
"Look at him, bastard son is coming home?"
Her tone was different, suddenly Sean would prefer the flirty one. What could she do? Kill him? He was 38 years man, would she dare? He did not expect an apology though it would be nice, all she could do was opening the old wounds, her husband was cheating on her, sure it was not a good thing, no woman deserves that and no man does either, it had to hurt her but Monsieur Renard was known for having his mistresses and after a while, his wife gave up on being faithful either. Who bothered? Sean´s mother wasn´t cheating on anyone and she was chased after, for what? Because she actually was loved by the king? Agh, love, the devilish thing! Everyone wishes for love but when they have it… they wish it to be over.
Sean was standing there, looking at her, listening her how she wanted to hurt him with her words and his face was empty. "You tried to kill my mother" he said looking into her eyes.
"Well, unfortunately not successfully" He hated her just because she existed.
"Agh, here is my boy!" It was Eric entering the room… Sean turned his head to see the happy reunion.
"Mother" Eric opened his arms, giving Sean a look, there was nowhere to run and he was standing there awkwardly.
"Brother" Eric came to Sean "I see you have met, Mama" Eric, the Golden Boy. Still he looked tired, probably Rome didn´t go as smoothly as expected. Eric was sent there to secure some allies. If there was to be war, you needed to know where you stand.
"Eric, I want to see Nick" Sean was not ready to do all this tip toeing.
"I´m afraid I can´t do that, brother" for some reason Eric enjoyed calling Sean "brother" while Sean avoided that little detail.
"Father ordered that you may see him just after you bring him the key" funny enough, Sean had no idea that Kelly was in the dungeon.

Near Vienna
"Marcus, you idiot, what are you doing?" the man putting on the vest filled with vires, ready to blow. Somehow he was nervous, somehow he believed he was doing the right thing and somehow he knew he had no other choice, he was the less powerful, the one to serve the better. "I can´t, I can´t, I can´t" he whispered, his hands sweating, his body having no more water in it, his shirt was full of his sweat, two other men standing next to him seemed to be disgusted. "Why me?" he asked in a soft voice, he was no more than a street thief, doing nothing much, stealing some money, when he was lucky a car or two, hurting people just when he had to, he has not killed a soul. "Told ya, Markie, you are doing the good thing, at least you are going to be useful once in your disgusting life" Surely they were partly right. "The guards will be here" they pointed at the map, more men were coming in the room, they could be 15 or 20,Marcus stopped counting, he was breathing heavily, not very sure what he was doing, how did he got there? Why did they choose him to kill the whole royal family? His family was paid well by the Spanish King, one of the royal families. They wanted them dead, all of them, for once Renard should be deleted, surely humans would not want to interfere with the world that was far superior to them. Who could be bothered?

Meanwhile in the residence, Renards were having one of these awkward moments, Madame Renard avoided Sean as if he was a poison and partly he was, at least that was how she saw him. She was used to the affairs but not children. She was born into a good family, one of the most powerful, most richest, the marriage that was made was made by the ancient standards, two old families together that was the plan of her and her husband´s but not Eric´s. Eric was her precious boy, her precious prince but she didn´t know how to cuddle a child, where to put boundaries, how to guide him and every time Eric did anything cruel, she made up excuses for him. Sean for her was a bug, she hated him as she hated his mother, she didn´t care he was a child, once she found out, she wanted him dead, so much, it took her years to get off this horrible burning need of revenge, the revenge of her pride, the fact that her husband not only slept with another woman but he also wanted to start a new life with her…. It drove her crazy. It was an act of brilliant self-control that she performed in front of Sean.
The thing that bothered her even more was the child coming. She wished her son would never settle down and if so, with someone else than Hexenbiest. Not with such a witch, such a creature! He was of blue blood not some commoner!

Mark was sitting in the car, the time was coming, Sean was still in the building, the King was on his way, Eric in his room, Adalind reading some French book to calm her nerves, the child gave her a great pain.
"Once you are in the building, you have to press this bottom and then it´s over, quick and easy. You are doing the right thing" yeah, such words, he has heard for so many times, he stopped caring, he was going to die. How many times have we said, we wished to be dead, how many times we were brave enough to imagine this, maybe even tried. Everyone thinks about death, everyone thinks it´s nothing but once you are close, it is not that easy, we realize that life matters, we realize how much we haven´t done yet, people we haven´t met, places we haven´t visited, we realize what does hope mean, we realize that we want to live.

Eric knocked on the Adalind´s door. "May I come in?" he asked, his voice softened of tiredness and understanding, it was not easy to be a Renard and seeing Adalind losing her sarcasm made him think that maybe she was not as tough as she made herself seem. Sean go the same idea, they told him to wait for the King and he decided to find Adalind. "Oh, I´m sorry, I didn´t…."
"No, come in, brother. After all we are all family now" No one dared to speak about the child, they still ignored that growing fact, though 7 months and very visible the little baby made itself very noticeable.

"Now" said one of the two men, that were entering the castle, two guards were killed fast, the guns made no sound, Mark entered the castle, looking for the King. Tired servants did not care, 15 other men entered the place, searching for their victims. Nick in his room, hearing the steps, knocked on the door "help me" at least he tried.
One of the men pointed at the door behind which, the King himself was supposed to be. "here"
Mark took a deep breath, God save my soul and he did it…. The fire, the sound, guns were firing, people screaming, half of the castle destroyed and Eric on the floor was watching Adalind screaming if only he could move, Sean was lying on the floor, his face covered in blood, twisted in pain, Eric´s eyes looking for the cause, the bullet in his stomach, he tried to move but he couldn't and soon enough he didn´t see anything but blackness.

A woman standing on the street, covering her mouth, tears running down her cheeks, another one touching her shoulder. "Kelly?" It was Rosalee who noticed a familiar face.

this is surprising even for me and I hope you like it and that it doesn´t sound silly! :D
I´m really excited to hear some opinions on that one because I dared to create such a mess!