Prince Of Blood {Completed}

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They longest chapter EVER. I swear, it's REALLY long.

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"Explanations"

When I awoke I was in a very unfamilar room.
I was lying in a big white bed, on top of the fluffy white comforter.

Everything was white.
The couches, the statues, the chairs, the doors, the plasma, everything.

Their were pastel covered paintings scattered around.
But no windows.

I rolled over to get a better look around, and saw that Austin was next to me.
He was sleeping.

He had dried blood in his hair, but I could tell it wasn't bleeding anymore because the pillow had no blood on it. He had blood on his forehead too. He had a black and blue bruise on his cheek. His arms had cuts, and scraps all along them. Dried blood coated the skin around the laserations.

He was a mess.

I sighed and got up.
I walked over to the first white door.

Locked.

I had a feeling it would be.
Because, although this didn't look like a prison, we were clearly prisoners.

I walked over to the next door.
It opened, revealing a master bathroom.

I walked in, and looked in the fancy mirror.
I didn't look that bad.

My hair was a tangled mess though, and I had a bump on my forehead.
But, since I hadn't gone into a coma in my sleep, I figured it was nothing.

The white shirt I had on had blood on it.
Though not a lot.

When I walked back into the main room I saw that Austin was awake.
He was sitting on the side of the bed, looking around.

He looked suprised to see me.
I walked over to the bed, and sat next to him.

His steel eyes narrowed "I thought I told you to run."
"And I thought I told you, I wasn't leaving you" I retorted.

"Thats stupid" he growled "You didn't stand a chance against them. If you ran, you would of at least had a chance of surviving"
"We're not gonna die" I told him sternly.

"I'm  he said "You might."
"Why do you keep saying that?" I demanded "What the hell is going on!?"

He sighed "Fine, I'll tell you. But be warned, it's a very long story. And it starts before I was even born. Okay?"
"Okay" I said impatiently "Just get on it with it, damnit"

"Okay" he said "I'll start out with the prophecy"
"What prophecy?" I asked, confused.

"The one that predicted my birth" he muttered "I know it by heart:

Two lives begin on the day of the dead
Born in the year of the lionesses revenge

Partakers of the immortal drink
And they will arrive cloaked in silver and gold

Children of the gods
A blessing or a curse

For they will yeild great power
Whether to replenish or destory

The girl will be of dark magic
And from her eyes the embers of envy glow green

Pretty maiden, watching over the night
As teal eyes assist, hidden by the mark of humanity

The Dark Maiden will vilgiantly watch over her twin
The Boy of Blue Fire

Blue Flames of infinite rage spark under his command
Fueled by hate, dosed by love