Yo. Chapter 4 of The Dark Angel. I've noticed that I'm getting a lot of Author, Story alerts in my email but no review alerts! Please, and I'm getting down on my knees, PLEASE review!
Enjoy the new chappie! Yes, I know that my characters of Max and Fang are OOC but hey, it's fanfiction. I can do whatever I want with them.
Disclaimer: I'm only 14. Not how old James Patterson is. Enough said.
Fang's POV
"Prince Naresh! Your bride awaits you in class!" Someone's voice said through my door. I groaned, leapt out of bed, and flung the door open. Nudge and Angel were standing there giggling. When they saw my face they laughed even harder.
"I told you not to call me that!" I yelled. "I'm Fang!"
"Yes, Prince Fang," Nudge curtsied and ran screaming with Angel back into their room. I glared after them, trying to keep a straight face. I stormed back into my bedroom and threw on my dark clothes again and looked at my self in the full-length mirror. In the mirror, I saw a tall, dark teenage boy.
"Prince Naresh! Where are you going?" Ilario (AN: remember that's Iggy. If you can't remember who's who, I made their real names match with their past names like Nick=Naresh, Max=Mable, you know, N=N, M=M? Oh wait, that doesn't apply with Iggy… oops…) asked as I threw on my black riding clothes.
"Out," I said simply. Ilario shot me a worried glance.
"But the last time you went out, you were nearly clubbed, my lord," Ilario said. I turned on him with annoyance in my eyes.
"Stop calling me 'prince' and 'my lord'! It's annoying!" I said, sick and tired of people treating me with respect I never deserved. I was well behaved but I would have people groveling at my feet just with me walking into the room. "Besides, I don't call you 'adviser' all the time, Ilario."
"But you deserve the respect, my l-" I shot him a glance and he shut up. "But where are you going, please tell me that at least!" He said indignantly.
"I told you, out. To see the city where I can be free of being called 'prince', all the time," I said and flipped up my black hood. We were in the stables and I mounted my black horse. I looked down on my advisor and best friend, his strawberry blond hair and clear blue eyes almost matching his clothes. We'd been friends from birth and after a few experiences; I'd made him my advisor.
"See you at supper, Ilario," and I slapped the reigns of my horse and we took off into the city.
I'd been in the city a few times before and all was peaceful but today was different. There was a certain air around the small vendor's carts and buildings. The alleyways were littered with hungry people with shallow cheeks and dead eyes. I felt something tug at my heart when I saw some crying children being comforted by dirty, ragged mothers. Other children ran around the market, exploring the alleyways and poor people. The streets were narrow and I had to dismount to walk through the grimy streets. I left my horse to an abandoned alley.
Suddenly there was a commotion to my left and I saw a small family being terrorized by a merchant. I asked around what was going on with my hood still up, not letting other people glimpse at my face. Apparently, one of the merchants caught a girl trying to steal a watermelon from his cart and had grabbed her. She'd bit him and was currently being beaten by the angry merchant. There were cries and sounds of pain from inside the circle of shouting people. Some of the people were egging on the man to kill the girl, others were trying to break them apart. I broke through the crowd as fast as I could and took the scene in.
A small bony girl was under a large, brutal merchant. He had a wooden stick raised above his head with the girl's back to him. She cried out in pain as the stick struck her back and she flayed under the man like a fish out of water. Other merchants egging on the big merchant were holding down another girl. She was fighting the two men that were pinning her to the streets like her life depended on it. I got a glimpse of her and my breathing stopped. She was dirty and grime covered her face but there was no masking her beauty behind dead defiant eyes. He straight brown and blond sun streaked hair was a mess but still beautiful. And her eyes, oh her eyes were a beautiful chocolate brown, the kind of chocolates that were filled with milk chocolate that melted when you bit into the delicacy. They were narrowed in fear and hate as she struggled under the men.
"Stop!" I cried and a hush fell over the crowd. I pushed my way through the crowd and pulled the man off the young girl. The other girl that was struggling with the two men stopped fighting and stared at me with wide eyes. Unfortunately, my hood had fallen off and I had no time to put it back on. Everyone's eyes moved as I moved, helping the girl laying on the ground stand in a daze.
"Unhand that girl or you will face the consequences," I said quietly and the two men released the teenage girl go. She ran up and helped the other girl inside a nearby alley. I noticed the older girl had scooped up the plump watermelon on the way.
The big merchant who was staring at me got up and brushed himself off. He gave me a dark look and turned to me.
"My prince," he said in his deep and low voice. I rolled my eyes and the man when he said the word 'prince'. Gratefully, he didn't notice. "That small girl was trying to steal a watermelon from my cart. My family grew it themselves and we need to feed ourselves."
"You have plenty of watermelons to spare. But if you insist on them paying, here, take this." I said and pulled out a brown sack from my pocket. I took out five gold coins from the sack and gave it to the man. He eyed the gold carefully and thanked my generosity and me. He told everyone else to move along and the crowd sighed but didn't argue.
When everyone had left, I turned to the girls in the shadows. A young woman dressed in rags was patching up the small girl's injuries. The other teenage girl was staring intently at the smaller girl, squatting next to the woman and younger girl.
"Do you have a name?" I asked the older girl and she jumped. She whirled around a relaxed slightly when she saw me. She stood and faced me, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face. She bowed to me and straightened up.
"Mabel. This is my sister Eavan. My mother's the one who's cleaning her up," she said. Her voice was strong and firm.
"Come with me," I said, eyeing the dirty cloth that was being wrapped around the bruises on Eavan's back. Her clothes sagged and were tinted gray. "You can patch her up in the palace." Mabel's eyes got wide and I chuckled.
I remembered the day I met Mabel and fell in love with her. The feelings were mutual and even though many people disapproved, our love was strong and short.
"Come on, Prince Fang! Your coach awaits you!" Angel shouted and I groaned again and grabbed my school bag and a piece of buttered toast. I didn't feel hungry anyway. I jumped into the black Jaguar and drove to school. Nudge was right. Max was waiting for me in the parking lot.
"Yes Max?" I asked her when I parked. She had her hands on her hips and her brown eyes giving me a look.
"You're helping me fix my roof after school," she said as if I didn't have a choice. I probably didn't anyway.
"Okay," I said. "Anything for you, Max." I bend down and kissed her hand like I used to do in my past life. Max blushed and pulled her hand away.
"Come on, my 'prince'," she teased and I scowled when she called me prince. "We're going to be late to homeroom if we don't start walking now." I wondered what Max was thinking about her past life. Did she like them? Did she hate them? Did she want to actually marry the other prince? Did she want to marry me? Did she want to marry anyone at all? These are some of the questions that were burning through my head and I had no idea which to ask first. I'll probably ask when we're repairing the roof.
Wow, so… Yeah… I'm gradually going to have flashbacks of all the scenes from the past so keep looking for them. If you guys can guess what's going to happen next, I'll say your name in the next A/N I have and the only way you can do that is to review so…
RnR!
~Kylie