Chapter ONE - The Proposition.

Today is my birthday, I am finally 17! Its a nice day in the fall, the trees all look beautiful. I come down stairs in a new outfit I got yesterday with my friend Josie. Leather ankle boots and a short and tigh v-neck purple dress. My hair was naturally wavy, so I only put in a little product to keep it from fizzing. My make up was natural as well, just to define my cheeks and eyes, and I had on some light pink lip gloss. I hear people talking, seems to be coming from the kitchen. I walk in, but the lights are off. So I turn them on to be not so suprised by my parents and birthday cake. Shocker, they do this every year. I look at the starnge couple. I think I saw them once when I was like 4. Vince and Makayla, or Miranda. Something like that.
"Happy birthday baby doll!" My father says giving me a hug." He turns me toward the couple. "You remember Vince and Maddison right?" Maddison, thats it!
"Um, yeah. How you been?" I ask them they smile at me politly.
"Wonderful. Its so great to see you." Vince says. "You have truly blossomes into such a grogeous young woman! I can't believe it, you're so striking!" I smile. I love it was people say that. Hey, Im not cocky I just like the confidence boost. "This is our son, Bryson. He's 21." I look him over. Holy bujesus! That is one foxy man. He has dark hair, almost black, and striking green eyes, strong features and such a beautiful face. Even hs style screamed 'Imma hot mofo.'He was wearing dark shadded jeans that hjugged his body beautifully, a crisp red v-neck shirt and a leather jacket. Not one of those fugly ones bikers wear but a sleek looking one that made me wanna wrap myself up in it.
I calm myself down a little bit. "Hey," I said. Yummeh! I see him smirk at me and check me out. Imma faint! I hear a honk from out side and someone yell; "C'mon bee-otch let's get our grub on!" Oh my god Charlene. I turn to my parents. "Yeah um, is it cool if I go out to dinner with Charlene, Malissa, and Kelsey? Char's paying for everyone."
"Oh sure sweetie. But can we have a word with you first?" My mother says.
"Sure. Let me go tell them." I go to the door and see Malissa right infront of me, her hand about to knock on my forehead.
"Oh,sorry!" She puts her hand down. "Lets go girly!" she starts heading toward Charlene's black Escalade.
"Wait! My parents wanna talk to me. I'll be out in a few!" I head back in before she could answer. Going back intp the kitchen everone looks at me. "Whats up?" I ask wanting to hurry up and get outta here.
"Sweetie, I am going to make this fast okay? You wont like it at frist but I am sure you will understand." My mother says. Both my parents look over joyed but a little worried. Must be worried about how I will react to whatever they are about to tell me.
"Victorria, Byrson here is...Well he is.." I look over at Bryson wondering what is so important about him. Looking back to my parent's I bring out my sarcasim.
"What? His he my husband to be or something?" I laugh a little. But they don't answer. And they still do not answer. Oh shit. "Answer me!" I yell.
"Yes," someone says. I turn to see Bryson looking at me. "Yes, I am your husband to be. We are getting married." I hear my parents sigh,as if out of breath.
"You have got to be kidding me." I say.
"It's true honny. When you were 4 years old Vince and Maddison gave us a proposition. They said if you were to marry Bryson at the age of 18, they would save Mark's life. At the time he was verry sick. He had caner, and it had spread so far in such little time that there was no stopping it. He had 2 weeks to live when we made the deal." I turn to my father.
"Mark is still dead is he not?! It should all just be called off!" I see the sorrow in my fathers eyes when I said that. I reget it, but they gave my life away, so at the moment I didn't care too much.
"He was curred of cancer. That's what the deal was. We couldn't control the car or the ammout of beer the driver was consuming. At the time we had to save our son's life."
"SO YOU GAVE AWAY MINE?!" I yell in their faces.
"Sweetie-" My mother trys to say, before I cut her off.
"What makes you think you have that right? I don't want this.This is a fucking ludacris! This isn't East India!! You can't just conduct me to marry someone I dont even know!" There was silence in the room. I felt like a child having a temper tantrum. Finally my mother speaks. Oh I would love to hear what she has to say.
"Hun. Bryson is a wonderful man. He is smart, handsom and has a great sense of humor. You are lucky to have him."
"Lucky to have him? Like I couldn't get someone like him on my own?" I turn around and head to the door.
"Victorria Emilia Hudson! Get back in here!" I heard my father bellow. Did he not understand how I felt? Why wouldn't he let me walk away? I quikly go back to them, I'm not quite finished there anyways.
"Why wouldn't you tell me this?" I ask them, in almost a whisper. "Why wouldn't you let me know, my life would be over before it begun. I wont be able to hang out, or go clubbing. Will I even be able to attend school?" I see my father soften. He love's me. I'm his little girl. I know why they did it. But it still hurts to know they kept this form me. "Is this why you hated all my boyfriend's? Because you didn't want me to risk throwing this all down the drian?" I can keel my anger faiding, my heart softening and slowing its rate. I put my face in my hands, trying to stop from breaking down and just sobbing. I look back up, finding a loop hole. "But, what is the point of my marrying him? If I say no it's not like you can force me."
"Hun,we can't force you, but you will have to marry him. It is the only way you can...Stay alive. Because of what could happen other wise." I look at my mother, she's crying. Hard.
"And what's that?" I ask.
"We can't tell you hun. But you will know eventually." I look at everyone in the room My parnets. My parent's in law, and my soon to be husband. "I need to go now. We have reservations at Ramona's." Before they can say anything, I just walk out into the night. Wishing I didnt ever have to come back.

Chapter TWO- Good Morning...

After about three hour's talking about my ever so screwed up life with my friend's, and trying to laugh when they tryed to cheer me up, I went home. It was only 10 p.m but it felt later. I can honestly say I was completly sloshed. I carefully climed, or carefully stumbled -whichever you prefer- up the stairs to my big comfy bed. Their was someone in my bed! WTS (What The Shit)I go over to the person and get super close to them, it was dark so I had to be close. It was Bryson. Yum. I poke him and he stir's. I poke him super hard and he looks up at me.
"Someone has been sleeping in my bed," I say "And they are still there! Says the little bear." I hiccup and crwal all over him to the to my side of the bed.
"Are-are you drunk?" I look over at him and smile flirtatiously.
"Why? Do you want me to be?" For some reason when I am intoxicated I can speak perfectly fine, haha coppers!!! I watch him as gets out of bed and heads down stairs. He was shirtless and my oh my did he have an amazing body, and a nice ass! Oh did I mention he is only in breifs? I love breifs for some reason I find the sexy. Boxers are for little boys. Or do little boys wear tighty whities? I dunno. I have a vagina. He comes back in the room. "Bryson, I have a vagina!" He stope in his tracks a little shocked, but comes and sits next to me.
"Come here," He says. I sit next to him, nice and close crossing my legs. I put my head bewteen my crotch and look at my white thong. I look back at Bryson. "I'm wearing a thong. Guess what colour." Hiccup.
"Just eat this." He says laughing softly. Its mushy and soft,I take a bite.
"Its bread! I yell.
"Shh! Quiet! You don't want to get in trouble do you?" He hands me a glass of water and I take a sip.
"Are you the one giving the punishment?" I ask. Yeah..I get horny, and frankly very slutty when drunk. I Put the bread and water down and clusmily staddle him on his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. I kiss him rougly and boy did he tast good like...like I dunno but something sweet and tasty. I slide my tongue across his bottom lip and he opens his mouth, brushing his tongue with mine. I feel his arms go around wasit and scratch my back. I push him down on the bed. I press my hips against his and slowly grind backand forth. He matches his movements to mine. I leave his sweet, soft lips and trail down his neck, licking and nibbling. I hear him sigh in pleasure. I slowly go down his chest, lightly licking his nipples. I keep going down and brush my hands along his abs. I slide off the bed and sit on my knees on the floor, he sits up as well. I slowly take of his breifs. His penis pops up and it is fully erected. Damn. Its big. I put my lips at the top of his shaft and am about to open wide when he says;
"Stop." I look up at him. lightly rubing his junky junk. "Stop Victorria, you are drunk. I'm not going to take advantage of you like that." He lightly pushes me away and pulls up his breifs. Hmph. Dissapointing but Im sure I woudl have regreated it. He lays back on the bed, arms behind his head. I get up and go to my dressers, grabbing a old shirt of my dads. I slip out of my dress, take off my bra and put the shirt on. I turn around and go lay naxt to Bryson.
"Sorry." I say. "I'm not a slut, if that's what your thinking. I just. I dunno." I turn on my said, away from him and close my eyes.a few second later I feel his arm snake around me and he whispers in my ear; "I love you."
"You don't know me." I whisper back, even though I really wanted to say 'I love you to."
But the I simply fell asleep.

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THE NEXT MORNING.....

I woke up to Bryson breathing softly in my ear. The sound was so relaxing I almost fell asleep again instantly. I softly pinch Bryson's arm. Wake up! I thought.
"Bryson," I whisper. I turn arouns and look at him sleep. Awe. So cute. I softly kiss his lips,and he jolts awake. "Morning." I whisper.He kisses me again softly, but a little longer.
"Morning, my beautiful wife to be."
I'm taken back. I forgot about that part. I guess the alcohol whipped it from my brain. I sit up and get out of bed, going to the bathrrom to shower. I get out and run to my bedroom.Looking for some clothes, I choose some fadded blue jeans and long sleeved Abercfombie shirt. I head to the bathroom and brush through my hair and put it in a side braid. I wash my face, re-apply make up and brush my teeth. Putting on deoterant and some vanilla body spray I come back into my room and look at Bryson.
"Listen...About last night. What happened was...Stupid. I don't love you. I don't have feelings for you. I was just drunk and frankly I dont know why I did what I did." I go over to my bedside table and open a drawer to get some tylenol.
"Oh really now? It seemed like you wanted me pretty bad lastnight. And what about this morning?" He says as I down the red pills and a bottle of water.
Ignoring the last part I say, "As I said, I dont have feelings for you. So get that smirk off your face and get out of my room." I leave him there in shock and go downstairs.
All of the adults were downstairs already, my dadmaking waffles.No matter how pissed I was at him, he did make some amazing waffles.I Bryson coming down stairs, and the adults turn to look at us. "That was rude." He whispered in my ear.
"Victorria?"My mothersays.
"Yes?" I anser.
"I'm sorry we didnt tell you about this. That was wrong of us." She hangs her head.
"S'all good." I say and walk into the living room. I turn ont he T.V and turn the channel fromthe news so I could watch some MTV. Someone comes In and sits beside me on our leather couch. I turn and see itis Vince.
"Victorria, I understand what you are feeling. Inface Maddison and I were and arranged marriage. But we are very happy now, and I just hope you will feel the love and resect I feel for Madd's, about Bryson. He really is a good guy. and I can tell he like's you. Maybe even love's you."
"He doesn't know me." i reply.
"Sometime's you don't have to know the person." He seemed to be choosing his words very carefully. "It can just come...Naturally."
"What, like a soul mate?" I laughed inside. "Are you saying Bryson and I are sould mates?"
He smilea, as if its a joke only he knows. "Yes, something like that."

Chapter THREE - Farwell My Darlings!

"Let's go V, you do not have all day!" my father yelled up the stairs. It had been a week since my birthday when I was attcked with my unwanted marriage. And know today I was moving.
The Secretts had stayed here all week. Bryson ended up sleeping in my bed anyways, but we did no more fooling around. I just though I might as well get used to it.
"Coming!" I say with a grunt as I pick up the last box in my room. My bed was still there, a few clothes and other belongings. Just in case I, sorry, WE visited. I truly do feel like I am Eastern Indian. Like WTS now I can't go anywhere, even to my own parent's house, without my fiance? Bull shit. I walk, or rather waddle down the stair's and out the door. I hand the box to Maddison, and she loaded it in their car. I go over to Car, Kelsey, and Marissa and hug them. "Im going to miss you guys!" I say.
"Come and visit, like every day, okay?" Lissa says.
"I wish I could, but it seems I can't go anywhere with out Bryson now." I look down at my shoes embaressed. This isso stupid.
"Im going to kick his ass!" Char starts walking over to where Bryson stood. I hold her back as she flails around threatening him that if he doesnt let me see them, she will rip of his penis and choke him with it. Ew.
"Calm down Charlene!" I give them all one last hug and go to get into the car when I stop short infront of Bryson. "This is your car?" I ask.
"Yup." He says smugly. Shit bitch!!! He had a Lambrohini!
"Man! This must have cost more then my house!"
"Yeah, probably." I go to the passenger side and watch the door open. "Shizz. Thats sick!" I hop in and do a little danc ein my seat. Well I definently like this kid a little better now. The door closes and I ask Bryson to roll down the window. I stick my head and arm out and wave goodbye. "Farwell my darlings!!! Is hall love and miss you always!" I put my body back in the car and turn to him again. "So where to now?"
"Our home."

Chapter FOUR - Suprise...!

I eat my Coffee Crisp chocolate bar as I watch a re-run of Pretty Little Liars on the huge plasma screen T.V. in the den of my new massive home. I had been here all weekend, gone shopping, ate and slept. Tomorrow I started a new school because I moved from Burrlee Falls, to RixonVille.
"Whatcha watching?" Bryson asked as he came into the room and sat beside me.
"Pretty Little Liars." I say and turn up the volume. We sat in silence as we watched Aria and Ezra try and work out their love complications. Ahh Ezra. I had a huge crush on this character. so beautiful and elegant with his words, and so freakin cute!!!!
"So that's they type of guy's you are into then?" Bryson says. Hmph, I huess I had voiced my thoughts.
"Yeah." Is my only reply.
"Why dont you find me attractive?" He ask's. HA HA, he thought I didnt think he was unnaturally sexy?
"I think your gorgeous to be honest. But it doesn't change the fact that you are forcing me to marry you. And THAT is very unattractive."
"I couldmake you so happy Victorria!!! Why can't you let us be together? We will have to eventually. Like on our honey moon..."
"When the time comes that I will not be able to deny you any longer then I shall have sex with you, and be with you, but untill then I dont have to do anything." I said all this with no emotion. A soft human version of a robot.
"Bye the way...Our wedding date is now in just 3 months. A winter wedding. It wil be wonderful." Seriously, I only have 3 months of freedom?! "I can't wait to fuck your brains out baby." He says that last part and kisses me hard on the mouth. I am so confused by this new arangment, I kiss him back. Maybe I will tease him a little.
I kiss him hard, taking him by suprise. Our tongues intertwine and I feel with smile on my lips. I feel him squeeze my breasts. He takes off my shirt and my bra. He licks my nipples. Licking and nibbling on them.
I moan quietly. No matter how much I deny it, I've been waiting for this. So much for teasing. His hand goes down my pants alightly rubs my clit. I quickly take off my pants and lacy panties. I pull his face towards mine and whipser to him, "Eat me Bryson." He isn't one to seocnd guess. He put's his mouth on my pussy and completly devouers me. He opens me up and darts his tongue inside of me.
"You like that baby?" he says. In response I push his head deeper, moving my hips in motion with his mouth.
"What the fuck?!" I hear someone say. I situp lighty, and Bryson does the same. But the person that was standing inthe door way...HE was Bryson to. Huh? I look down to the Bryson between my legs. He was smiling up at me devishly, his eyes glowing yellow. Huh?!
"Get off of her!" The real Bryson says, pulling the imposter away form me. "Show yourself!" He yells. The..things blur,s twisting and shreiking. When it comes back into focus it's absolutly descusting! A troll maybe. It was greenand orange, fat and ugly, it was balding and its teeth were rotting. All of a sudden I felt like crying and my mind becamemy own again. What had this thing done to me? But before I could ask, it disapears. Brsyon looks down at me, horror and worry written all over his perfect face. I hastily put my clothes back on my cheeks flushing scarlet. "Are you alright?" he asks in almost a whisper.
"Yes..." I look down at my feet and back up at him. "What did he do to me to make me...want that?" I felt so dirty. I know I tried stuff with the REAL Bryson that one night while drunk but I cant deny my attraction to him. But this was so sudden, out of no where. One second I was ignoring him, and the nest I was begging him to pleasure me.
"I will talk to you about it tomorrow okay? It is a lot to take in, and it is almost midnight." Midnight? How is that possible...here was he all this time?
"Um, alright. I guess I will go take a shower, then go to bed..." I slowly walk up the stairs dazzed. When I walk into the bathroom I go right into the shower, the hot water peeling the grime off of me. Then a thought comes to mind.
I am not stupid. I know that creature must have been eaither a disformed human, and me being on crack to think he was Bryson? Or was it some formof a mythological creature? And how did Brsyson know about this? Because he obviously did, and by the look on his face it really bothered him. Was that because I was with someone or something else sexually? Was he simply jealous, or was it something else?
I finished showering andget out of the shower, drying myself off. I go to the closet and grab some pajamas. Just as I unwrap my towel, Bryson comes in. We stand there for a moment just looking into each other's eyes. But then I realize I am naked and put on my pj's.
We both clime into bed. It was big. King sized, the douvet was was soft at the touch and a beautiful midnight blue colour, a great contrast to the warm cream coloured walls. I rest my head on the pillow. Wishing that this night had never happened, I close my eyes to be met by blissful darkness.

Chapter FIVE - Prince

I woke up a few minutes before my alarm clock went off. I could hardly sleep last night knowing I would soon realize what the hell was going on. I turn over to my fiance, proping myself up on my elbow.
"Bryson." I whisper. His eye twitches, he doesn't wake. "Bryson." I say again, giving him a little shake. Still no response. I see I will have to do this the hard way. I roll Bryson over onto his back and staddel his hips. I bounce myself up and down. "Bryson! Wake up!" I felt I had done a very good job of trying to wake him up but apparently not, because the bastard was still asleep. "Fine, but this is a last resort." I reach my hand over to his face slightly pinching his nose. "Wake up." I whisper in his ear.
His eyes flash open, his mouth gasping for air. "What the hell are you doing?!" I pull my hand away.
"Sorry just trying to wake you." I grin at him happily. He looks at me like I have to heads. I assure you I do not.
"Ok why? And did you really have to try killing me to wake me up?!" His green eyes are wide he is still catching his breath.
"I wanted you to keep your promise. And yes is was the only way, I was even jumping on you, but you didnt wake up." His brow furrows.
"Sorry." he reply's.
"S'all good. Now tell me what this," I motion with my hand around us. "Is all about."
He runs a hand down his flawless face. "Well baisically, I am a prince of Virtutis. It means Good Power in Latin. Vorherrschaft is the oppisite side of this. It mean Domination in German. We are creatures, and supernatural beings. For example, my family is the most powerful of Virtutis, we are half Angel and half Fae, some have thought of us as Gods. Like in Greece, who they called Posiden was actually my great great grandfather Sabastian." He laughs a little. "Though all their powers are the same we are different then what they think we are. Yes Grandfather Sab could control the ocean, and the creatures in it, but we are not Gods we do not control life and death. Like my cousin Luke, also known as Hades does not rule over the dead, he actually helps them find peace. He is a total hippie."
"Stop!" I say. "Thats great and all but you can tell me that later. Tell me what YOU are and what that THING was last night."
Bryson scratches his forehead. "Alright. Well that THING was a Hobgobblin. Nasty little things, belong to Vorherrschaft. They can change their appearence for a few hours but if someone in a higher ranking tell them to show thenselves, their bodies obey and they change back to their horendously ugly selves. I on the other hand have a voriety of powers, my friend JonJon says I am a vampire on steroids. I have the extra strength, sent, sight, speed, but I also have other abilities. I can change people's thoughts, make them see their future because of their desicions and choices. I can even heal, though doing that wears me out a lot. Apparently there are some other things I should be able to do, but that will come with time." He looks at me from the corner of his eye. "So...Ya thats that. Im sure you can figure out some of it by yourelf."
"Wow. That a lot to take in. so why my? Why pick my to be your wife?" I fiddle with my hands picking at my cuticles.
"Well, every person in a royal family has an aranged marriage with a person believed to help them achieve power and to make a better kingsom for their people. We have Searchers that look for poeople like this, looking for adults to make suitable children. Most of the time those kids develope powers, become something more than human. Like you."
"And what am I exactly?" I ask scepticaly
"Well Victorria...You are one of the greateast creatures of all. You're a Dragon."

Chapter SIX - Some Kind of Love

"A dragon?" I laugh for a minute than stop. "Wait, are you saying I look like a dragon?!" I jump out of bed furiously.
"No! No! You are beautiful Victorria!" Bryson climbs out of bed and stands beside me. His hand bruching away my hair from my cheek. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." his hand slips behind my neck pulling me forward. Our lips touch. Mine are worried and scared, his excited and oh so soft. But I pull away.
"I'm not a dragon! This is all just rediculous!" I run my hands through my hair, turning away from him for a second. when I turn back his arms are crossed, a look of doubt on his face.
"Yes you do. You just dont want to believe it." I narrow my eyes at him , despising him for somehow reading my thoughts..
"Give me some proof then my Highness." I say, cocking my head.
"Fine!" He throughs his hands in the air. "When you are angry, do you feel a heat in you chest? A burning of fire so strong its almost pain full?" I watch him as he takes a seat on the edge of our bed placing his hands beside him. "Well? Answer honestly."
"Well...Yes. But that doesn't mean I am a dragon, or that you are some half Angel half Fairy friggin' Prince! Spred your wings my Lord! Shower me in your Power and Beauty!" I give him a slight bow. I said this all jokingly of course, trying to prove to him - myself? - thats he was just a crazy schizophrenic 21 year old. But than of course he had to go and prove me wrong by unleashing his wing from his bare back. The were huge! Taller then I am and I am 5'8! They were so beautiful I couldnt help but reach out to them. I brush my fingers across the soft arches. I am so caught up in the softness and beauty of his wings, I do not realize it when he places his hand over mine right away. But when I come to my eyes go straight to his face.
"Do you believe me now?" he asks. I give a slight nod. His hand is still holding mine, sending tingles up and down my arm.
"I believe you, but you must understand Bryson, I can't marry someone who doesnt love me. How could I do that to myself? To you?" I look at my feet, pretending to hand an amazing intrest in my newly painted toe nails. I dont care about them ofcourse, I just dont want him to see the tears in my eyes. My life has changed so much, so fast! I still havnt taken it all in.
* But is it really so terrible? A voice in my head says. I think about it, but all I can think of is my friends and my life now gone. *
* Look at him! He loves you, can't you see it in his eyes? I listen to the voice, looking into his eyes I see the worry, the passion, and the love. *
"Bryson..." I whisper.
* And you love the boy to! You know you do, when he walks in the room, your heart freezes, your cheeks redden at every touch, you sleep soundly knowing he is beside you. *
I think for a minute, knowing this is true. * Kiss the boy! *
"Bryson..." I say again. And for the first time in a long time, I listen. I reach over trasing the line of his jaw with my finger,. I tilt his head towards me. My heart races with the anticipation, I bite my bottom lip with nervousness. But a second later, our lips touch, he heart freezes and I know I am in love.

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