Spain Has Secrets - Elizabeth A. (short books for teens TXT) 📗
- Author: Elizabeth A.
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My real name, oh how long it's been, I honestly barely remember it my self, what with everyone calling me by my nickname all these years."My real name is... No, You'll make fun of it." He started to smile, his smile was a sweet small crooked one, "I give you my word as a gentleman... promise." I don't think I'll trust him, after all his mom did make him promise not to read my thoughts, but he does it anyway. "Oh come on! You almost never tell me anything, if I don't read your thoughts then I'm condemning myself to a horribly silent marriage." Oh no he didn't, "Excuse me! Young man don't try to pull that card on me, I talk to you. I even let you read my journals... I never let anyone read my journals." He shushed. "Ok, my real name's Constanta... I never really liked it because the other kids called me constant and said I'd never make anything out of my life, they said I'd be the one to be the old cat lady... That's why I just let people believe my name to be Barcelona... don't tell anyone, ok?" He oggled me a moment, but eventually bit his lip, "Hmmm, that'll be hard, trying to hide the fact that I now know your beautiful name, Constanta." No! I made a big mistake, I regret telling him my name before the minute even passes. "I'll try." "Trying isn't good enough," I thought.
I woke to a loud bang on the door, maybe it's just another salesman. I turned over to see Barcelona KNOCKED OUT! "Excuse me Mr. Jasper, there is a man at the door who wishes to speak to your Fiance. Should I allow him in?" Is her friend, butch, barny, bo-bo-BORIS! That's it, is he back already? "We'll be down in a few." The handmaids scurried off. "Barcelona? Barcelona? BARCELONA! Gosh you sleep like a rock. Someone's here to see you." She stumbled out of bed almost slapped me and then quietly walked into her closet, she began pulling on some clothes.
Walking down the stairs was a challenge, my eyes still groggy, "Damn you're loud Jasper... sorry, but it's true." He looked at me with a face that read annoyed, "You're the one who woke me up all the way from the breakfast nook." That again. "So, did you sleep well Barcelona?" Turning to the voice I did not expect the man behind the voice.
Another Reunion Exposes the Truth?!"Marca?! What are you doing here?!" Barcelona was really loud for someone who was overly fatigued a few minutes ago. "I went to your 'brother,' Gradon and he sent me here... Please lower your voice, you seem to forget how much respect you've been given." She suddenly posed herself, back straight and face emotionless. "¿Cómo está Barcelona?" Is that... Spanish, being uneducated in other languages is something I've never really liked about myself. "I'm fine, Marca, and you?" In her voice I sensed a bit of compassion, who the hell is he though? "Good, who is your little friend?" He scanned me,"He looks like someone you would need to protect." Rude much? At least I don't have such a thick spanish accent you can barely determine what I'm saying.
"This is Jasper Princelove and he's the prince of this kingdom." Damn, Marca was a really rude man, but Barcelona sure does know how to assert power, wether she knows it or not. "Oh really? Excuse my earlier rudeness." yeah, I don't trust this dude. "What?" He is obviously a dull, moronic imbecile... I'll have to make sure to talk to him alone or at least away from Barcelona. "Are you listening? Jasper? Jasper?" Stop reading his thoughts and focus on Barcelona, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" I recieved a well earned eye roll, "Marca was my old teacher when I was training to be an assassin." Her teacher, therefore he's a deadly threat. I must be wary of him. "That's interesting."
We talked for a while and when he finally stood up to leave I decided that was when I would accept his request to talk without Barcelona. "Let me walk you to the door." He eyed me a moment after he said his fairwell to her. "Thank you... It is an honor." We walked out of ear shot, it began to rain outside sometime during our conversation. "Who is she to you? Besides an old student... and did you know she was destined to become a vampire from the day she was born?" He spun on his heal, "She's all I've ever wanted and more, even if I may be a couple hundred centuries older than her, age is a mere number, an yes I did know she was infact condemned to become a vampire, after all she was always surrounded by them, is that not usually how they are chosen? When they unknowingly surround themselves with our kind, the fated one's come to us at will. It is purely up to what is written... Who am I kiding a pure blood is born, not made, everyone knows that, even the humans, and you probably have no clue how to determine what we call an 'unborn pure blood'." An unborn Pure blood,"What is that?" He smirked and let out a rough laugh,"An unborn pure blood is someone who's born from to pure blood's, who's blood is so pure it skips a generation. It's only natural her parents made sure at least one vampire was watching her at all times, but she probably didn't know it, just like her brother. Their parents were betrayed by their uncle, who overthrew their royal power and claimed it for his self. Therefore her parents were forced to go undercover while her mother was pregnant with them. That is why Barcelona has never known the life of a prima donna, and doesn't dare demand things of people."
With that Marca wondered off into the rain pulling his cloak tight.
Slip Up
I rolled over and "THUMP!" Ow, I fell face first onto the floor. "Are you okay?" I was ever so aware of Edgar standing in the doorway, "Yeah, thanks for asking though." Edgar continued to walk down the hall. "Morning sleepy head." I rubbed my eye as Jasper put down one of my journals. Book 10 already, he speeds through them. "Glad to see you don't care if I break my skull open again." He let out a chuckle and for the first time in days I noticed his stubble, "Are you trying to grow a beard?" His head popped back out of the book, "No, why?" Maybe his facial hair just grows fast. "No, reason." I dragged myself to the closet and pulled some white flats and a pink dress on.
"Ready to go to the doctor?" Edgar jumped up from behind and scared me, He immediately earned a punch in the face, "OWWWWW! Why did you do that?" Well he's talking so he isn't dying. "Edgar, don't sneak up on me, I'm sorry." He pulled a hand away, bloody, damn. "I think you broke my nose." Jasper let the book rest on his chest. "It's your own fault for sneaking up on her." At least he knows it.
"So why are you two forcing me to go to the doctor again?" I know what it is and why, but I like when Edgar says it, "Because my parents and Jasper think you're CRAZY, Woohoo, Nuts, gone around the bend and fallen off the cliff." He's rediculous, are they just now figuring out I'm crazy? I've suffered so much in my past, if you looked at me now, you'd never even tell it was the same girl, I've become a lot happier lately. "Ok, ok, I get it." People I've known all my life, who've actually helped raised me as a child, were vampires and never told me until I found out on my own. I remember when I found out one of my life long friends was a vampire...
(1434, New spain)
How old was I today? Do vampires age? If so I'd be about a couple decades older than when I was turned. "Barcelona, I need you to go fetch me some bread from the bakery." I yanked my shaul off the hook, "How much do you need?" "Not a lot."
Her hair was a mere whisper in the wind, the grace with which she carried herself was astonishingly fascinating. There were no words to describe how much she'd grown since back then. She came and went like a dandelion seed blown in the breeze, walking with such resilience, it was almost impossible to tell she was a complete clutz as a child, always having to be taken care of till she grew into an actual women at the lonesome age of 15, to any passer by she would appear very much so like the royalty she was never told she was. I know I've always been a bit rude to her since the day we met in the hall at age 4, but I did so with the intent to help her learn the importance of asserting dominance and fear into the hearts of her future co-workers, it was obvious from the start she wouldn't be in the kitchen long, and she had no patience for sewing or cleaning. "Constanta, how lovely to see you here, buying bread for your family I assume?" A simply appalled facial expression spread on her emphasized bone structure and for some odd reason I felt a laugh rise in my throught. "I have no family, I live with my instructors, they continue to teach me many interesting facts and useful skills... What of you? No genealogy from you yet?" Tricky, no one has accepted my feelings yet and that is just the ways things are. "No, I live alone."
It was later the night, I crossed roads with Jessica again and I finally brought to light the truth. I was sent on another commission, walking down the alley way to get to my destination and back in the shortest amount of time possible, due to my extreme fear of rats, and impatience contradicting one another. There was a rustle to my left, and a flash of platinum blonde hair. I turned sharply to discover Jessica curled around a lanky man's body, drenched in gory guts and the vital liquid necessary for a turned vampire to enjoy their life. The beseeching look on her face was a pitiful one
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