Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel I) - S01 E13

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Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel I) - S01 E13

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

“Painting feelings”

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Xavier POV

“An Immortal can’t be killed.”

“An ässhole can’t talk either, yet look what we have here.”

Darius was definitely not in the mood for “princely ” etiquette.

In one hour, the Guardians directed everyone to their chambers. Nobody knew what happened – just that there were now black flags over Rega Kastel and the city was under lockdown.

The death of a pure blood vampire was unheard of, after all.

The Court of Trials were called for an emergency meet.

Twelve of the most powerful men in the world now sat in the empty ballroom, calmly discussing a murder over Earl Grey tea and muffins.

It pissed me off and I didn’t even know the dead guy.

“Prince Azaria,” Somebody started saying. “If you could just calm down-”

Bad idea number one

“Why the hell should I?!” Darius slammed his fist on the table. “The King of my country is dead. My father is dead. None of you have any answers, you aren’t even trying – we’re sitting here having a fücking tea party.”

“Investigations are underway.” The man continued. “The Guardians are still looking for evidence-”

Bad idea number two.

“On someone who can kill a pure blood Immortal? “Darius shot back. “We don’t even know what to look for. What makes you think he’d leave anything behind anyway?”

“It doesn’t have to be a he.”

Everyone turned to look at the only woman in the room.

I sighed. Bad idea number three?

Bringing Shortcake.

“This wasn’t just an accident.” Victoria said, casually like she was talking about pizza. “Someone wanted him dead. And I bet they’re going to go after everyone in this room.”

And that’s when the Council collectively lost its mind.

Because nothing is more cheerful than telling a room full of people that a serial killer’s on the loose.

I quietly moved to her side and dragged her outside while all hell broke free at the table.

“Let me go!” Victoria yelled.

“Unless you have a death wish, I suggest you shut up.” I snapped.

“Unless you have one, I suggest you stop dragging my äss around.”

I didn’t. Shortcake began screaming like a banshee.

“You’re kinda turning me on with that.” I said casually. “And I haven’t even touched the good parts yet.”

Her mouth fell open.

I took the opportunity to gag her with my tie and throw her over my shoulder. She managed to bite my neck but hey, at least I didn’t have a headache anymore.

“Wow, Shortcake.” I winced, touching my neck. “It’s almost like you were waiting to give me a hickie.”

She threw a punch, barely missing my jaw.

“Nice foreplay. Save some for the bedroom.”

Shortcake spit out the tie, kicking me. She swore fluently in several languages while I managed to get us both into one of the chambers and threw her on the couch.

“What. The. Actual. Fück. Is. Wrong. With. You?!” Shortcake yelled while I locked the door. “A King died and you’re s------g around.”

“If you open your mouth one more time in front of the Council, you’re shark bait.” I said. “Or did you forget that you tried to kill a Prince too?”

“Yeah, but-” She began, sheepish.

“Yeah, but nothing.” I said, firmly. “You want to help me, you find out who sent you.”

“I told you. My clients aren’t easy to find.”

“Neither is my spine, but you seem to have managed just fine.” I stretched, feeling the dull ache from where she kicked me. “Whatever you do, the Council can’t see you like this again.”

Victoria smiled.

“That I can work on.”

Two hours later, we were back at the mansion outside the city. Victoria – shockingly – went to her room without trying to break my bones.

I headed to the shower after which I realised that without Daniel, I had a lot of free time on my hands.

From the corner of my eye, I saw that my easel and brush lay abandoned.

Making like Picasso, I dug out some oil paint from the cupboards and got thoroughly drunk before I touched the canvas.

Because art’s no fun without a hangover and a splintering headache .

Today had been a horrifying day. A vampire died on angel grounds and my best friend got engaged to the dead man’s daughter.

Darius seemed like a great guy who didn’t deserve either.

End result though : I deserved a break.

There was a knock on my door five minutes later.

Shortcake entered wearing a short blonde wig and blue contacts. On the inside, I admit that she looked insanely hot.

On the outside though :

“You look like Tinkerbell’s ghost.” I muttered, still painting.

“And you look like an artist.” Victoria said, sweetly.

Wait, what?

“An artist who is currently homeless and friends with the sewage rats.”

That’s more like it . I rolled my eyes. “Yet somehow, you still find me attractive, cupcake.”

“I do not.” She fumed, blushing. “God, your ego is the size of -” She searched for a word.

“My dîck?” I offered.

Victoria hit my head with a book.

All roads lead to a migraine with Shortcake.

“What are you painting anyway?”

“My feelings.” I said, deadbeat. “I’m a 26 year old, well adjusted male. Boo hoo. Nobody understands me.”

“Gee, I wonder why.” Victoria muttered, looking at me like I was mad.

Shortcake tried her best at guessing what my painting was, and ultimately gave up by calling me a kindergartener high on acid.

“Will you at least show me when it’s done?”

“Sure.” I said, simply.

“Oh, and did I forget to tell you something super important?” Victoria said, hands on her hips. “While you were playing Da Vinci, I did some actual detective work.”

Shortcake held out a strand of red hair.

I was confused.

“Um, you got a hair cut?”

Victoria glared at me. “No, idiot. I found this at the crime scene.”

Still very much confused.

“Are you telling me you have hair loss? Because there’s treatment for that.”

Victoria threw a book at me.

“If you know anything about me, I’m not the only person you know who has red hair.”

It took about two seconds for the impact to sink in. My mouth fell open as Victoria slowly smiled.

“How old is your sister again, Shortcake?”

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Q : Victoria, Xavier, Daniel. Who would you fück, marry or kill? XD