Unseen

WAYNE'S POV

“This is what you obviously get from being too attractive,” he mumbled insouciantly as he fed his eyes on the riveting view of my bare torso. My brows creased; this was not what I expected him to say, but whoever cares! “I mean, unlike the rest of us, you are the dreamboat, the Adonis who catches the attention of all the maidens in Coral Shore. And as if that is not enough for being prominent, you are also the only one who is the target of some invincible creature in a Castle of four Royals!”

Fuck it! “Yea, thanks for the insult! So glad you rubbed it in the face,” I grumbled, noting Damien’s tone of sarcasm as I rolled my eyes away from him.

Though he did not mention it precisely, his second sentence technically stated how weak I was, that I could not fight off what he saw as a fragment of my imaginations hunting me while I was asleep at night. It is a pity that he was not aware of how real it felt to me whenever I awoke.

He was expecting me to have the minor ability, of Demons, of tracing a dream or nightmare to its origin to find out the cause. I had tried doing that, but there was no progress, neither could other Demons do it for me since it was a man-for-himself ability.

Damien stood up and walked to my window where one could clearly see the full glow of the moon that reflected into the room, radiating so brightly in the marvelous, dark sky. His hands found their way on the sill. “Should be two hours past midnight,” he muttered and I did not reply.

“You know,” Damien suddenly turned and crossed his arms again, leaning on the wall. “If you were keen enough to notice, this so-called shadow and all that fled the moment I came in and I am still trying to figure out why that happened. Is it that it is so scared of me or that my presence would be a hindrance to making you a pawn?”

“Damien,” I growled. Here he goes again. I knew where his words were taking us to, but he should just shut up instead of spilling nonsense. If this person wanted to make me a pawn, then it should have happened a long time ago.

“What…?” Damien whispered, nearly in an annoying way. His eyes squinted, and he reclined for a moment, as if suddenly realizing that he needed to add more piquant words as he was bent on getting on my nerves so early in the morning. “You have been the weak one among us, and the proof is right here!” He dropped the bombshell.

This certainly triggered my irritation because I yelled, “Damien!” Now this left me wondering if I have woken up Lucerne.

“If you would dare to fight me, I am right on it!” Damien sneered, and I will not dare. Fighting with him would not change anything, it cannot change the fact that I was a bloody bastard who seemed different from his Father and Brothers and was not fit to be a fully respected Prince; it cannot also change the fact that Damien was right after all.

Among the three sons of our Father, I was the only one who is still unable to shift to my true form and master my ability.

When Mother was alive, she began to teach us at a very young age about transforming to our true forms, exhibiting as well as controlling our strengths. Lucerne, who is the eldest, was a pure demon and was able to change. Damien was a vampire and everyone knew it right from the moment he was born.

I, on my part, remained human for three decades with only the ability to use some bitchy quartet super-senses (super sense of sight, hearing, taste and smell) that does have absolutely nothing in common with the demons. Worse, no one had the morsel knowledge that I possessed these senses; neither did I have the guts to tell them. Due to this, Damien now saw me as weak and disabled.

“Maybe I was not destined to be powerful,” I muttered low-spiritedly as I got myself up on my shaky legs and trampled my littered history books to the window.

I saw Damien roll his eyes, and then he sat on the bed, resting his back against the headboard. His cobalt orbs glared into my amber ones. I immediately looked away, fully facing the moon that seemed to be smiling at me.

I thought of this experience that I started having for almost more than a decade ago. Honestly, despite having enjoyed all that happened those nights, I always woke up worried because I felt it was associated with my weakness.

I however felt a bit of relief when it ceased to return four days ago, but now it is back, it was never gone! What did this personality want, was it connected to my disability to transform and possess my full powers like other demons? On the other hand, was this person trying to convey a message to me?

“What if in the end, you realize you were literally a vampire?” Damien asked and I knew he was obviously joking because…

“I do not crave for blood,” I snapped.

“That is right!” Damien stood up and came to a halt beside me. He sniffed in cold air as his eyes closed shortly. “Someone is still hanging around here!” He suddenly rasped, his eyes snapping open.

Whomever that was, a harsh wind came from the blossoming trees in the woods below, causing Damien and I to look hurriedly down the window.

Damien must have seen something in the dark because he immediately yanked me to jump down the Castle window with him. We landed at the foot of the Castle, just before the woods, but there was total silence and no one.

“She is gone,” Damien murmured.

“Huh?” I queried, surprised.

“A cloaked figure, it was a female, but she seems to have used a potion to vanish.”

My brows creased as some of Damien’s words echoed in my ears — cloaked, potion, vanish. “Could she be… a witch?” I asked and Damien looked at me. He rubbed his palms together and placed them on both sides of his cheeks.

“I thought so too.”