: "what the hell is wrong?,"
Was the only question and thought that ran through Julian's mind and only kept running.
His eyes darted back to the chaos and the people running around throughout the victorian palace. It was only later did somebody came towards him, was it a butler or a maid?, he didn't know, dragging him towards the large halls in the palace where a guest room was housed, dumped him on an arm chair and seemingly disappeared without a word.
He then made out his mother and father entering the room together with his brother following behind at the back where the too deposited themselves in an armchair not too faraway from him, his brother sitting at the edge, his body tense and slightly rigid.
He wanted to ask what was wrong?, what the problem was?, though he felt as if he knew the problem already, only slightly. The were running away from their home, from their pack, were the had been attacked and raided from all sides, though who would dare?, he asked and still kept asking himself. Their pack was the most popular pack in the world, ranking second in the system, the most fearful as his brother Damien ruled behind the back of his father with a heart at his back and only represented when needed. And now the were running, coming all the way from Dillion to the victorian palace to leave him here in order to keep him safe and go back to all that danger to continue the journey.
His thoughts were interrupted, when the king trouped into the room, followed by a myriad of other family members, his breath hitched as he felt his sense quicken and became more sensitive. It wasn't that the were enemies with the vampires, but it was such a long time, a very long time since the werewolves and vampires even made a deal and to say less an alliance or acquaintance , the last one had to be in the 1800's and this was the 2000's ,the were better off alone. He wondered why his brother will suggest to hide him here, in the Capital vampire city and not in any other werewolf pack.
His thoughts flashed before his eyes as he made out his parents standing, his brother standing too as the shook hands with the king and the others why he still sat , dumped as he was into the furthest deepest part of the arm chair he burrowed into where he had been deposited not long ago. He felt his brother's eye zero into him with something flashing through them directed towards him to show respect but it was quickly waved away as the vampire king payed no attention and instead sat down on one of the chairs to without the slightest hint of indifference, the others following too. He felt if this disrespect he had shown been waved off then it could only mean that this meeting which was about to hold was very important and too hasty as everyone seemed to be in a rush.
He was too tired anyways to make out the content of their words, the rushed words, the rushed whispers, his mother's and father's directed glances towards him, his brother's raised voice but all in all, his mother's own was the one that broke his heart the most, he could feel her gaze towards him, her gentle subtle glances towards him so as not to get noticed in order to pretend to be the woman she was expected to be, her eyes now red almost brimming with tears,her red lipstick now chapped. It pained him most, his family weren't ever like this, the didn't need to put on a bold front in front of everyone, didn't bring trouble, just love and peace so he wondered who could have ever done this, to bring destruction to their pack.
He could do nothing of course, except to watch from the sidelines as his brother handled everything , his father offering a bit of support. The were only two, his brother and him and he was happy, the were both happy ,his brother and him with his parents, the were satisfied and content with themselves and the too much money and power that came to them naturally to them and never asking for much only that of course, there was a flaw, a very bad flaw and big problem were the moon goddess had decided to curse his brother and him from having mates which resulted from generational problems and had in fact been a very terrible punishment. He admired his brother's strength, the way he carried the family with respect and the pack balanced squarely on his shoulders and yet he was behind the scenes, people thought it was his father that still ruled , but no ,it was his brother, though few people knew and their had been rumours, his brother just didn't want to come out yet.
Julian was honest to God tired, he was physically drained and exhausted. With the way everything had been rushed, been ushered into an airplane in the airport, then ushered into a vehicle that had come to pick them up and the whole four hours drive to this palace, he felt his black hair cling to all proportions of his face, with him constantly blowing his mouth to push forth air to remove the one strand that had stuck to his nose like a parasite and that earned him another eye contact from his brother , but he cared less ,he was just so tired to heed word. His eyes kept trailing round the room until it rested on the vampire king and his thoughts were "fuck the man was handsome", handsome wasn't enough to describe in detail what the king looked like, sure, vampires were beautiful but this was an otherworldly beauty, the pure blooded red eyes held something like purpose and determination in them likewise the rest of the family members who had gathered, the were just so beautiful and elegant. " It seems this pure blooded royal family has really good genes", Julian's thoughts continued .
It was only around an hour or so when the only word Julian's sane mind could make out was ,
"Yes, but we will have to.....", before a presence shifted in the room .He turned around as he felt the atmosphere become chilly and ten times colder, straining his head , he made out a presence he hadn't seen before or in here appear out of nowhere and perched on a dining seat far away in the corner. It turned out, he wasn't also the only one who had turned as the rest had turned their neck towards the source of this bone chilling tension. Julian stifled a shocked gasped that would have come out from his lips as he felt his breath hitch , the sight before him was too much to take in , too much to talk about and definitely too much to handle. Where he had called the vampire king handsome, this being sitting at the far corner of a chair was beautiful, a beauty out of this world and out of comparison to a god . He made out the blue glassy eyes that was cold without emotion, the pointed nose ,the sharp sleek accentuated curve of the jaw, the lips that looked like it was carved and molded from a potter's machine, the high arched eyebrows and the longest eyelashes he was sure he had ever seen and a strong neck that housed intricate designs of small vein lines and then the small curve lines of one broad shoulder he was sure there was more and the golden skin that shown like sun blisters.....
He was pulled out of his reverie, when he felt a stare directed at him and he turned to see it was his mother, staring at him with that still soft gaze but with something more like to convey a message for him to stop staring. Julian felt a small smile tug at the corner of his lips, his mother was giving him a knowing look, he knew he was openly gay to them, the knew and his family hadn't treated him any differently since he was out to them. "But still he couldn't stop looking, he was sure of that", he thought as he trailed off again.
"Sebastian, did you you just come to this meeting?, is something wrong?, what are you doing here?", the vampire asked the being as he spoke. At that, Julian forgot how to breathe, as the man who was asked the question and who he stared at opened his mouth to answer. He felt his throat get dry as the man's lip parted like it was in a synchronized motion, everything happened to fast in his mind's eye,but too slow , like when he was editing his videos with the slow motion feature to post on TikTok and the man throat bobbed up and down, his Adam's apple in question. His voice, oh God, the were deep, like rich, he was already starting to think of how it would feel to have the voice in a lyrics of a sing when his mind told him not to go there.
"But wait a minute, was this the Sebastian who was rumoured to be the death of many sins, destroyer itself, who had been scribbled into history ten times over and over again and and existed and was still here in the the victorian empire , one that was a beast, cold, heartless and ruthless, destruction itself.
Over the course of time, Julian only heard a blur of words, seeming to zoning in and out in front of the ethereal being.