Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Nights ❯ The Beginings of Truth ( Chapter 5 )

I silently lay sprawled across the bed where I had been left after my neck was thoroughly healed. The arctic prince had left me to fetch a real healer, leaving me time to think through what was going on. My head had been racing through the possibilities of that man truly being the one man who had turned my life into a living dream.

 

Who really was this man that had all the powers of the man who once stole my heart? Was this kind and pleasant man the prince who had ruined my nation, or a pretender? They certainly looked similar. Blazing crimson hair, frozen arctic eyes, callused hands, a gentle touch that could send anyone into fits of laughter, if in the right mood of course.

 

The possibilities were endless. I had been away from this world for so many years; just about anything could have happened.

 

A loud knock sounded at the door and instantly I knew it was the prince returning with a healer. Slowly sitting up from my sprawled out position on the bed I snagged the clothing that the prince had laid out for me from the end of the bed and slipped it on as quickly as my ribs would allow. As it turned out, he had a taste for things from my own wardrobe. A familiar black bra and cheerleading shorts now adorned my body without much protest from my figure. I guess I lost some weight recently; after all I hadn't eaten in who knows how long.

 

After a bit of a pause the knock sounded at the door again. I wasn't sure what to do so I remained sitting on the edge of the bed staring curiously at the door in the dim light.

 

Slowly the door slid open without so much as a creak and an old man emerged from the other side. Behind him the prince stood holding the door open with his right arm for the old man to walk through.

 

“This is her?” The man asked with a voice that was muffled by his heavy grey beard. If I had to guess he was in his seventies, maybe eighties. His squinted brown eyes looked me over from head to toe. Slowly he approached me.

 

“If you could just mend her broken ribs I will take care of the rest.” The ever forlorn prince said as he quietly turned the door shut behind his back as he entered the room.

 

“Is that the only part of her that is broken?” The healer asked as he stopped before me and motioned for me to take a stand. I complied but at my own slow pace so I wouldn't make my ribs hurt anymore than they needed too.

 

“Yes, she had no other serious injuries.” The prince replied as he trod around us to stand behind me. The old man nodded and slowly lifted his hand to hover just an inch away from my wounded chest. I shied away slightly, fearing that pain would ensue, but prince two-face pressed the palm of his hand against the space between my shoulder blades forcing me to lean foreword again.

 

“Her wound has been poisoned by the dark lord's aura. How exactly was she injured?” The old man asked as he quirked a glance to the man behind me.

 

“I was told that she was captured by a servant of the dark lord. By the sound of it who ever got to her was close to the top.” The prince said, his eyes never trailing from Renee's body.

 

The healer knotted his brows together in deep thought before nodding. Almost like the starting of an engine the old man's eyes roared to life emanating a pure white light along with the palm of his hand. I almost doubled over in pain but the prince's hands gripped my shoulders firmly holding me up right so the healer wouldn't be interrupted. My ribs felt as if they were going to burst and rip my innards to pieces. I held back a pained groan and instead racked a wheezing breath through my grinding teeth.

 

Suddenly the pain vanished as if it were never there. I looked down, I could feel my neck straining against the slightly cramped muscles to view the once painful area just below my breasts.

 

“I have finished.” The old man announced, his eyes no longer glowing.

 

“Thank You,” The prince said quietly as the old man showed himself to the door. As soon as the door clicked shut I pulled my self roughly from the prince's grasp and turned to face him with a confused stare.

 

“What's wrong?” he asked as he looked at me with concern brewing in his arctic eyes. He took a step towards me with his hands held out as if calling me into an embrace. I stepped back until my back hit the cold stone wall. He proceeded to follow me to the wall, his gaze never faltering.

 

“…” My voice would come to my throat. I didn't know why, but more that ever I wanted flee from this room. It felt like something bad was going to happen, something I really didn't want to happen.

 

“Your injuries aren't completely healed.” He said still advancing on me.

 

I shook my head, slowly at first but slowly picking up pace. I closed my eyes. I didn't know what to do. I could feel my own self control slipping as I started to panic.

 

“What's wrong?” His voice was so close to my face that I opened my eyes and stared up into his concerned arctic eyes. My lips parted to take short gasps. How did he get so close so fast?

 

“How- Who…” My voice suddenly blurted out without my permission.

 

“I should have explained things to you…” He suddenly said with a small sigh. His arms circled around my waist pulling me into his body. I struggled against his strength, but to no avail. I had lost my demonic strength long ago.

 

“How to start…” His voice trailed off as his hand softly ran over my dirty hair in an attempt to sooth me. It didn't work.

 

“Let go of me you traitor!” I couldn't help my self as the yell escaped my lips. I couldn't take it any longer, being in the arms of a former lover.

 

His head snapped down to look at me in utter shock. I could only guess that he genuinely had no idea who I was. How unfortunate.

 

“I said let go of me!” My voice was like broken glass as I demanded release. Suddenly to my relief his arms relaxed allowing me to hurl myself from his grasp and back into the cold stone wall.

 

“You of all people have no right to touch me…” I couldn't help myself. The part of me that had thrown this world away, my human self, was merely in shock, but the part of me that remembered the events from the past shook with bitter rage.

 

“… I don't understand.” His voice was quite as if he was suspicious but didn't want to hint that he was.

 

I didn't reply to his soft voice. I had given away too much of my self, I couldn't risk going any further into the past. I turned away from him, feeling myself crumble to pieces on the inside. My shoulders slumped inward; I had to wrap my arms around myself to keep the tearless sobs from racking my body. I was panicking; I didn't know what to do. I was powerless in his presence, like I had always been.

 

I felt his hands roughly turn me back towards him and in the process pinning me against the cold stone. I protested against his touch and kept my arms covering my chest protectively, though I knew there was no point. He was trying to get answers out of me, not rape me.

 

“Explain yourself.” His voice was demanding and harsh. I could sense the man I remembered emerging from its shell. I remained silent and avoided his eyes by looking to the wall adjacent with the one my back was pressed up against. I couldn't help but to squirm in his grasp, his eyes were burning holes in my temple.

 

“Release me.” I demanded, but my voice faltered making my order sound like a plea.

 

“Not till you answer me. Who are you really? You must have some knowledge of our past to have any right to call me a traitor.” His hot breath skimmed across my neck making my body shiver in protest. I wanted to scream and run from him, yet some traitorous pulse in my gut kept me put. Goddamn, I still had a thing for him.

 

“Answer me!” His voice bellowed in my ear, though he was not yelling. Of all times I had to choose then to crumple to the floor. My legs gave way and my body fell to the floor in a heap. My legs awkwardly pulled themselves close to my body while my arms crossed over my head as if to protect my spine from invisible falling rocks.

 

My body shook in violent waves as my inner walls crumbled completely. I couldn't resist him, yet I couldn't give in. I was torn between the past and present. I was a human female who took care of the neighbor kid, and I was a demon princess to a fallen and destroyed realm who had been betrayed by the one she loved. What to do, what to do.