Buttercup's POV
I shook my head, "No..no.."
"Dark Lord Vulcan killed her...right in front of him...he wouldn't kill Xaldin...no...He wanted him to suffer, he killed a good person...just to get at Butch...Xaldin was nearly killed from that...he just never seemed to recover...well...not until you came along...I bet when he sees you...he sees her..and that brings hope into his eyes. Ya know...when you...were passed out...he wouldn't let you go...he was so tender and I could feel his heart...there was so much warmth..."
I stood up and just ran out of the kitchen, what did I just do?
What have I done? Sure that bastard didn't have to scream at me...but..but what I said...it coming from me...it just felt so wrong.
I ran out on the dock, I hadn't realized that it was almost sunset, "Xaldin?" I looked up and saw him sitting on that...what was that called...crow's nest. I transformed and flew up, I landed close beside him, but he didn't give me any attention and I couldn't blame him. The view was amazing, the clouds like cotton of yellow, orange, purple and red spreading throughout the sky and the sun going down spreading it last glow setting the sky almost on fire. The wind blew with a fury, I had to push my skirt down. Butch was sitting there with his wings out...looking almost angelic as the sun gives his wings a peach glow... he was just a beacon of warmth...I think my heart was...my face just felt so hot.
He finally glanced to the side but turned his glance back at the horizon.
I took a deep breath, and sat next to him, "Ah...hi."
"What now? Come to finish the job? You're worse than any of my bro-Dark Lord Vulcan's assassins. If a tongue could be a weapon yours would be the sharpest in the land." He sighed, he had his shirt off, I could see that Angel wing tattoo but also...just where his wings came out, they were like cuts.
"Does that hurt?" I asked.
"Everytime, but it's not too bad, each of us 'Princes' has our special problem."
"I'm sorry, Bubbles just told me about Bella...I didn't...I didn't-"
"Forget it, I'm sorry, "He just said, "You didn't kill Castor...Vulcan did. Just like...Just let it go." He sighed looking away, "It's just that...last night...he was stable...I was so sure...I...the medic told said...the burns were so...he was burned inside as well."
"What monster- Is the Dark Lord-"
"Can we please just drop it?"
I sighed, "Did...did you know...that lady...that seerer who... and at the bridge...Muriel...that was her mother." I looked at him but nothing.
"Oh." He just said and I have to admit, I was kinda shock, now that I thought about it...maybe he's so use to death that it didn't mess him up and it broke my heart, he looked at me, "What now?"
"I just noticed that you're not sad...you..are you ok?" I asked.
"I guess, it's just that...never mind. I feel a little better now," He look down but then looked away again, blushing bright red, I looked down and I gasped, pushing my skirt down.
"YOU PERVERT! Again...you sick twisted son of a bitch!" I grabbed him by his collar and had a fist ready but he was still looking down. I pushed him away and then pushed my skirt right back down and crossed my legs, "WHAT THE HELL! YOU'RE A *BEEPING* PRINCE! WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS! WHAT'S SO FASCINATING ABOUT LOOKING UP MY SKIRT!" I pouted...but he smiled.
"I'm a leg guy, I can't help it, I'm a guy after all."
I was in his face, steaming mad, "More like an animal."He looked away and that's when I just noticed...I grabbed him by the shirt and pulling him close to me, but he looked away.
"You never look me in the eyes...why are you so to make me happy...and protect me but you keep your distance huh? Or when you're close...you can barely give me eye contact. Why?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about?" He sighed.
"Am I that ugly to you?"
"No."
"Or...because I look like your Bella and you hate me for that...or it's-" I hit him on the chest, but he grabbed my hand, and was holding it. And for once, he just looked at me...in the eyes.
"It's...not that..."His gaze was so intense...I thought I might melt from it.
Damn...damn...damn..What the hell is he doing?
He started lowering himself down towards...me...My heart was beating so fast...but I could barely breathe as he squeezed my hand.
What is he doing? Oh crap...oh crap...no...no...this can't be happening...but it's not real...it can't be real...I saw the picture...he thinks I'm Bella...I'm his Bella...this wasn't real..but it felt...this felt right.
The way he was holding my hand...it was like at the Meteor shower, he was closing in, getting closer and closer...my heart was thumping faster and faster.
Is this gonna be the kiss, find out...probably tomorrow.
