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I saw the picture of Matteo. It was great, thank you so much 🙂
Anyway, I have Part 12 up and ready, and it’s an interesting one if I do say so myself 😛
Part 12: She Scares Me -Matteo’s POV
It’s lunch time on the first day of school. The Schools seem amazing and magical so far, but still.
I miss the streets.
I then see her… She scares me in a way I cannot explain. It feels as if I am in a great black hole, swirling down and away.
Her hair is the color of night, with streaks of blood red and star silver. She turns her head, looking at me, and my blood turns to ice. Her eyes are piercing- and two different colors. One eye is silver, the other is black.
She’s easily a Never, and a Never Queen at that.
I smile at the boy. I already know his name: Matteo. What a stupid name!
Whatever. He can be afraid, though he doesn’t have much of a reason. After all, I’m not going to kill him yet. Yet…
Of course not. I’m not that brutal. I’ll torture him and hurt him and anger him… Yes, it will be delicious.
But I’ll save that for later.
Anyway, that’s enough schemes for now. I’d prefer to actually earn my throne…
Which means that it’s time for some Evil.
Ooh… he’s afraid. I know it like I know I’m Evil. Yesss… this will do perfectly. I strut up to him and the girl he’s with, I believe her name is Sierra or Sena or something? That doesn’t matter. What does is that he’s afraid. Terrified, in fact.
“Mmm… Darling, so how are you enjoying school?”
“Get away.” The girl stands. Her moss-green eyes are flashing with anger.
“And, oh, but I haven’t done anything.” I purr.
“Yet.” Matteo hisses, standing as well.
“Oh, you’re trying to flatter me now.” I say, giggling.
“Who are you!?” Matteo screams. I see that we attracting quite the crowd. Good. More people to witness my Evil.
“I am Margretta of Gavaldon. My friends would call me Mar, but I don’t have friends.”
The girl speaks, “Back off. We don’t want trouble.”
I start to laugh. “We! How cute! Ickle Foxy’s son has a girlfriend.”
The two blush, and look almost everywhere but at each other. I laugh agian.
“We’re not.” growls Matteo. “And leave my dad out of this.”
“He must be so ashamed to have a hobo as a son.” I smirk.
Matteo opens his mouth to lash back, but stops. His face is ghostly pale.
I then hear the flapping wings of my darling bat, Doom.
The realization hits me.
“Ohmygosh.” I whisper softly. Matteo’s fear isn’t of me. It’s of my bat.
Matteo has chiroptophobia- fear of bats.