Inked

Inked Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Atteindre

Skye was knocking on both Belle and Mason's room bright and early. "Get up! C'mon, early start today!" Belle and Mason both struggled out of their beds rather slowly. After a while both had emerged into the corridor.

"Why so early?" Mase grumbled.

"Because I'm in a good mood!"

"Why?" Belle asked.

"My brother is coming tomorrow!!!"

"You have a brother?" Mason looked more awake now.

"He works for the Prestige. All high and mighty, that one. He's 18 and thinks he's master of all." She smiled. "I don't see him very often. Off to breakfast now." She started off down the hall. Belle and Mason exchanged a look and followed.

The breakfast room was just as crowded as yesterday, and as Belle entered the room, everyone bowed again. They all quickly sat down this time, remembering her shock from yesterday.

"Won't they stop doing that?"

"You're the Faerie Princess, they feel like they have to."

"Well I wouldn't mind if they didn't." Belle scanned the room, and caught none other than Spencer's eye. He was standing toward the back of the room, leaning against a wall. His gaze lingered, suggesting he wanted to come over to her. Skye and Mase had walked away, talking. Belle looked back to Spencer. He seemed preoccupied at the moment. A pretty, short girl was yelling quite loudly at him.

The girl was very striking. She had dark hair that was short and spiked, with a blue streak through it. She was wearing mostly black clothes, with a leather jacket, lace up boots, and black skinny-jeans. She was waving her arms in exasperated ways, and pointedly yelling at Spencer. He just rolled his eyes and shot a look of annoyance at her. She seemed to have given up after a while, and stomped in the opposite direction of Belle. Spencer then turned toward her. He walked across the room and stopped a few feet away.

"Sorry Belle, I wanted to come over here. My sister wouldn't let me go."

"Sister?" Belle felt relieved.

"Yeah, Alex. She is not very fond of me right now."

"Are you guys twins?"

"Yeah. We get along super good." He gave a sarcastic smirk. "I wish we did. My younger brother and sister get along fine."

"How many siblings have you got?"

"Three. Alex, Mikki, and Jaz."

"Lucky. I have 5."

"5?" He faked a gasp. "Well, let me buy you a Spiree, and you can tell me all about these siblings." Belle blushed.

"For breakfast?"

"But of course." He held out his arm, and she took it. He led her over to a little table near the wall. Belle smiled as he pulled the chair out for her. He sat down across from her. "Do you not work today?"

"I don't work on weekends."

"Right." Belle had nearly forgotten it was Friday. A small girl with bright red hair came up to their table. She was wearing a blue apron, and on her hands, Belle saw, she had claws. Her nametag read Tarraleah. Belle realized she was the Warlock cook Skye had mentioned.

"What can I get you two?" She smiled widely.

"One Spiree, and one cup of low fat blood, thank you." Spencer flashed his glistening fangs.