Xander Marcos Beaumont's Story

Xander basically glared at the portal, or at least as much as he could without giving himself a headache from the light. It had popped up out of nowhere, shattering his peaceful darkness in the music room, and now his peace of mind, granted that was in very good order since his parents came home and told him and his sister what was needed from them. They had to go to a secluded place, locked away with other princes and princesses from each race, stuck there until a treaty was made. Like that was going to happen. Each race was different, and with differences comes conflict, every time, he doubted there was a way around it. But wasn’t there? The thought had crossed his mind once, just fake it, get a treaty signed, get it over with, come back home and move on with their lives. But then, there was always that fact that the treaty would be enforced and he knew that not everyone could get along, it wasn’t in anyone’s nature, no matter what race.

But he knew he had to go through, as his flat out refusal last time had been shot down with a flat out no and you’re going from his parents. His arms crossed across his chest as he waited for his sister, their father once again acting like she was his precious little glass sculpture. He wanted to roll his eyes but he knew that would get him a glare from one of his parents, and acting like a rebellious child was not what royalty should do. So he just waited, the darn portal giving him a headache from the glow it emitted, he didn’t like the idea that he had to go through it, let alone find out what was on the other side. Finally his sister had enough of father’s coaching on how to act proper and whatnot and headed to the portal, giving him a smile on the way. He knew she would like the adventure of being somewhere new; she was cooped up too much of the time.

He rose from his spot and nodded to each of his parents, none of them giving any words of farewell, his mother gave his hand a squeeze and he headed off behind Diana. His eyes shut at the light of the portal and then instead of the wooden floor of the music room he heard a soft brush and he opened his eyes a crack to see that he was standing on grass. He stole a quick glance behind him and he saw the portal close in a small flash. He growled to himself, rubbing his eyes as he was no regretting the glance and on top of that, it was daylight, he was not going to be happy later. He head rose and he saw that Diana was already running for the manor, there wasn’t time to stand admiring it, and he ran after his twin. He didn’t know who he ran past, and at the moment he didn’t care, he just wanted to get out of the light that was making his head throb.

Diana Beaumont | thɛ vɑmpiʀɛ pʀincɛss

The smile that had curled Diana’s rosy lips soon vanished upon taking a deep breath. She had sensed her brother right behind her and having her twin there had raised her spirits, but the elixir of harsh scents on her nose vanished her excitement for the moment. She could smell oh so many things within the large house—mansion—they were staying. Everyone’s possessions maintained their own unique odor and her sharp senses had easily spotted it. Some were satisfactory, some were pleasant, but others were just dreadful.

When she had made her way into the foyer, Diana had also set eyes on the piece of paper with everyone’s names on it. Even though the Elven twins had been in her presence as well, she found it remarkably easy to pay to mind to their existence. She smelled their scent, heard their words, saw their faces, but cared not for any of it. Her eyes were transfixed on the roaster for a second before she looked away spoke to her brother as she walked toward the staircase. “Xander, I believe our rooms are one and two. I don’t know why, but they decided that I would be number two, “ Diana smiled at him as she stood beside the staircase. She used the railing to support herself whilst she took off her pumps that were dirtied by the mud and grass.

Then, without waiting any further, she gracefully took hold of her twin’s hand and led him down the corridor that she believed would lead them to their chambers. “I have no idea where I’m going but let’s look at this as an adventure, shall we?” she said with a tone that was obviously influenced by the smile on her face.

Asher Chamberlain | thɛ wɛʀɛwolf pʀincɛ

“Ah, twins, yes. But who was born first? This guy,” Asher pointed at himself with his thumbs as he watched his sister spin around like the grumpy airhead she was. He really didn’t care too much about who was born first, for the seconds were really nothing to him. What made the difference however, was their personalities—their attitudes, their way of speech, the way they interacted, and how they handled responsibilities. Through that list, Asher was the big brother in the brother-sister relationship they shared. It was just him; it was his title.

A little ghost of a grin graced his face and an eyebrow rose when Desiree finally found the little clue that would lead her to their destination. Of course, he knew that her discovery was a surprise for them both—just a little. “Bravo, Dez,” he mused and ruffled her brown hair before beginning to make his way to the place they were required to stay for a long, long while.

Once he made it inside several of his sense were bombarded all at once. One was his general overall feeling, once he got inside out of the sun his headache started to ebb away a little, but not enough to lighten his mood.. The second was his sense of smell, he could hear other twins coming inside and along with them came their scents, which he could easily pick up, some of them not pleasant. Lastly he managed to take a look around him at the building itself, there was a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling and the whole place had well balanced colors, and a few windows, which he frowned at. The grandeur of it seemed pretty close to their own home, granted it was brighter here than all the blacked out windows and dark colors of where he came from. But he figure he should have expected that since not all the species would appreciate the dark as much as he and his twin did, but he would have liked whoever put this place together to be more considerate of his tastes, he and his sister were high in rank and should have been more cared for.

After his quick glance around he noticed Diana looking at a paper posted on the wall, it had all of their names and the rooms they would be staying in. “Xander, I believe our rooms are one and two. I don’t know why, but they decided that I would be number two, “ That brought a smile to his lips, one he reserved only for her. She took his hand and started leading him off down the corridor. “I have no idea where I’m going but let’s look at this as an adventure, shall we?” Her carefree mood was allowing him to forget his headache, almost; this just made him more aware of how sheltered she’s been. He walked beside her, looking around once in awhile, keeping a regal look to his face, they were at the top, or nearly there, in important people. He spotted their rooms before she did, but he let her have the satisfaction of pointing them out to him. ”Yes here they are, guess we should check out the accommodations.” He gave her hand a squeeze before letting her go to her own room while he stepped into his.

The room wasn’t what he expected, it was better, close to his own room back home. The room overall was dark, with light accents spread about the room, and one wall was covered in paneled mirrors, making the room look larger than it truly was. There were white curtains over the two large windows behind the bed and over those were two floor length black silk curtains. He strode over and pulled them shut, bathing the room in shadow. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, relaxing in the dark for awhile and going to the other door in the room and finding the bathroom, it also was nicely decorated like the room and he nodded in approval. He then went from his room next door to his twin’s and knocked on the door once before opening it and walking in, he then took a glance around her room. ”Nice rooms aren’t they? Reminds me of our home, the styles and the grandeur of the place at least. Could do with less light though wouldn’t you think?”

Zan looked around his sister’s room, it was nice like his own, it was a bit darker but he didn’t mind, it seemed to fit Diana’s taste so he said nothing, he was going to look out after her, make sure she was happy and that no one was going to hurt her in any way. She came out of the bathroom, her face lit up more than usual, like a child almost. It seemed that she was enjoying this place a lot already. Then she told him about the light, she could stand to be near it, let herself touch it. He frowned a little, confusion playing through his eyes as he stepped over to the window and looked at the beam of light shining through the curtains. He stuck his hand out slowly, and when his fingers touched the light he blinked. There wasn’t pain, though it was uncomfortable because he wasn’t used to it, it wasn’t as bad as it usually was for them.

He didn’t like it; he knew that once they got back the sun would burn again. The light still gave him a headache, seeing as he wasn’t used to going anywhere near it and being able to tolerate it more here made his mood that much worse. His displeasure could probably be seen through the crease lines on his forehead and the way he shut the curtains. ”We shouldn’t get too used to it ok? I don’t know how long we are going to be here but just remember that when we go back that it won’t be the same…” He kind of wished that it would stay the same though, a higher tolerance to the sun would be nice, not be stuck in the darkness where people were scared to go.

He could start feeling angry at his situation now, not like it would change anything. Plus, he liked the dark now; it was where they belonged and where they were going to stay. He took the few steps over to his sister and put his hands on her shoulders. ”Just don’t see how long you can withstand it ok? It may not hurt but it’s still sunlight.” He didn’t want her to be too curious about their surroundings and get herself hurt, it wouldn’t be very good for their image after all, if the vampire princess got hurt staying out in the sun. ”Why don’t we go see who else is here? Maybe explore the building some? We might find a library, or a music room.” Hopefully that will distract her from his bad mood; he didn’t want her to think he was going to be like that the whole time; he mainly just wanted his headache gone.