The Second Installment of the Black Cat Series.
I recommend reading the first installment: The Curse of the Black Cat.
Before reading this. Thank you.
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I still remember that day from when I was small. I laid on the ground feeling scared as I watched that black kitten had gotten thrown and I wanted to hold that poor sad kitten as his eyes rolled away and the poor thing fell limp. I sat up and I tried crawling towards him until the 2 bad men turned towards me and was walking towards me once again. I heard swoosh noises that were a bit far off and were coming closer. But all I could look at was the kitten and how it stopped breathing, but then I watched as 2 figures of black and red flew out of nowhere to touch the cat. I watched as they flew away and a green light surrounded the cat instantly making it grow into a very large light.
My next memory from that night was a pair of strong arms carrying me gently and holding me to his chest covered by a black shirt and a green jacket, I looked up at his handsome and angelic face smiling down at me, he was followed by many people as he carried me into the large castle, the same castle I now live in and have never left.
The bells in Notre Dame chimed waking me from my sleep, I yawned from my sleep but I just wanted to curl up and go back to sleep, my bed felt so comfortable and dreamland was always so beautiful.
"Princess, time to get up, your alarm had been going off for the last 15 minutes." I heard my Mom say, she and my father have been calling me that since forever.
"Got it, Mom," I said yawning again and getting up and stretching. Mornings were always slow for me but a shower always wakes me up, the hot water felt good on my skin. I scrubbed my body smooth and brushed my fingers through my hair with the shampoo and conditioner until it was shiny smooth.
My bathroom was simple white but designed with gothic style in mind, the bathtub was clawfoot and the shower was large with 4 showerheads and black tile walls, ceiling, and floor. The walls were white with a black damask pattern, I thought it was beautiful but it needed pink so I added pink decorations and towels.
My room was a pink princess room, with a bed loft, 2 closets, pink and red tapestries. and black gothic accents.
I grew up in this room just above my parent's bakery, this has been my room since I was a toddler but I don't remember anything before that. Other than the night I was saved by him.
"Princess remember what day it is?" My mother called up to me as I was looking at an outfit of my recently made dress, it was a Versailles style dress, the skirt went down to my knees, it was pink polyester with black dots, it was super soft, the bodice had gems and lace lining it like a lingerie style corset and just spaghetti straps, I paired the dress with black tights and pink boots and a black sleeveless sweater, I brushed my hair until it naturally fell in waves and combed my bangs to the side perfectly.
I made up my face with pink eye shadow, black liner, and pink lipstick. I finalized my look with stud earrings that had a pink base with five black dots, and a pink satin ribbon tied around my neck with a cute bow.
"Oh, thank you," I said as it hit me remembering what today was as I got dressed. I finished my hair by putting it up in my favorite twin tails.
I grabbed my black and pink backpack and headed downstairs.
"Morning Mom," I said sitting at the breakfast bar still a bit sleepy.
"Morning Princess." My Mom says as she sets down a plate of fruit with a small bowl of yogurt and a glass of juice.
I dipped my spoon into the yogurt and plopped the tasty glop into my mouth savoring the flavor before I added a slice of orange.
"So excited for today?" Mom asked me as she cleaned up the dishes from her and fathers breakfast.
"Yes and no," I said finishing off the yogurt and moving to finish the fruit.
"Why is that?" She asked me worriedly as I finished off the fruit and moved to drink the juice.
"Because Chloe Bourgeois has been named a teacher for whatever reason and I have her class," I said sipping the sweetly sour juice.
"What will she be teaching?" Mom asked me as she opened a locked cabinet and pulled down a dark amber bottle with the thick liquid.
"Behavioral studies, whatever that means," I said eyeing my mother movements as she worked with her back to me, so I took that as my cue to grab my bag.
"Interesting." My mother said as I began in the direction of the door.
"Yeah. I got to go, don't wanna be late for the first day back." I said with a smile.
"Princess~," Mom said making me stop and turn.
"Forgetting something?" Mom said setting down the shot glass full of my medicine.
"Mom, I hate my medicine." I groaned as I eyed the thick red liquid.
"I know but if you don't take it you will have another episode and we don't want that again." She said giving me a glare.
I sighed and picked up the small glass.
"And no spitting it out." She said as I brought it to my face, it always confused me.
I knocked back the shot and instantly felt the rush, I swallowed it, the smoothness was amazing and it tingled my insides, the flavor tickled my taste buds it tasted metallic but sweet and my strength doubled, I took a deep breath as my senses heightened.
"What is that stuff anyway?" I asked for the thousandth time.
"You know you're not allowed to know." She said taking the empty glass and washing it.
"Yeah, but why?" I asked as I looked at her.
"You will find out soon, Your 21st birthday is right around the corner and everything will come to light." She said facing away from me again so I can't see her face.
"But Mom?" I begged.
"Best hurry Princess, you don't want to be late." She said setting the clean glass in the drainboard.
"Fine, Love you," I said leaving the house.
"Love you too." She said before I shut the door.
This is how its always been, I've been sheltered my entire life, my parents own the bakery that makes the best bread and baked goods in Paris, they call me Princess and never Marinette.
I walk through the streets as dusk fell and darkness covered the city, I go to night school, I have never attended school during the day and never public school.
I grasped the rungs of my backpack and held strong as I walked through the hallways of the palace. I passed by many people as I do every morning.
"Good Morning Princess." I heard left and right as I passed them all through the halls. I gave light and gentle head bows in return for their bows towards me.
I have always read about Princesses and the stories I have read about were always about pretty girls who grew up wearing pink and diamonds playing in the sunlight and flowers, or some growing up as a normal girl then becoming a princess by marriage, being taken care of by fairies, Godmothers, spirit guardians, spirit animals, and other types then marrying the love of their lives that's a knight, a prince, a general, a demigod, even a simple Ice Delivery guy.
But even with all of the different types of Princess stories I still can't figure out my own. I don't ever feel like Royalty, other than constantly being overprotected by my parents and our many neighbors.
I stood in the main foyer of the grand palace it was so big it could fit our entire house inside twice, I looked up at the grand statue of King Adrien and sighed. I know for a fact that King Adrien is in part of my destiny, though I was very small the first time I saw him I will never forget how handsome and amazing he was.
He always makes sure that my family and I have what we need, though I only see him once a year, I always find him intimidating.
"Princess?" I heard making my jump and turn towards the voice to see Officer Roger.
"Good morning." He said tipping his hat.
"Good morning Rogercop," I said with a smile.
"Shouldn't you be heading off to class?" He said with a gentle voice and sneaky eyes.
"Oh yes, thank you, Bye," I said heading towards the scholastic wing and waving at him, while the crowd of people separated easily for me to pass by.
That has always been a downside of living in such a tight-knit community, everybody knows you and your business. Life here in the community is dull especially since I grew up sheltered in it. I can never leave the palace, the front doors are only opened by the soldiers of our army and only at night. I would love nothing more than to venture out and see the world, feel the sun, and see something new.
Nothing new ever happens here.