Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel I) - S01 E14

Story 3 years ago

Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel I) - S01 E14

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 14

“YOLO”

_____________________________________________________

Victoria POV

“Kiera, please stop feeding the squirrels.”

It was bad enough that we were spying on my little sister. Throwing bread crumbs at woodland creatures certainly wasn’t helping matters.

“Take my sister, Kiera.” The wise, almighty Biscuit commanded. “She’s a guardian. She’ll help you. ”

“Aw, don’t run away. Mommy’s got more bread.”

Right . Five minutes in the park and Kiera adopted the squirrels as her own children.

Such help. Much wow.

“Does it run in the family?” I muttered.

She looked confused. “Does what run in the family?”

“The let’s-annoy-Victoria-at-every-given-opportunity gene.”

She rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you like squirrels, Vickie?”

Aha . “He told you, didn’t he?”

Clearly, this was a coordinated plan by both of them to slowly drive me to the looney bin involving the ‘oh-so-adorable squirrels’ a.k.a the minions of Satan –

“No.” She said simply. “See, I happen to have eyes. Also, I’m capable of thinking, which may come as a shock to you.”

I sulked in my bush, as she crushed my conspiracy theories.

To be honest, I was bored. Camping out in a bush whilst stalking my sister was the most unexciting thing I’d done in weeks.

Living life to the fullest . I thought, as Ira sat on the park bench and took out her laptop.

Creeping on a teenager. YOLO.

This was my daily routine for the last two days. Buy some caffeine, hide by the trees, wait for my sister, Ira, to show up and try to follow her.

She’d become good at covering her tracks.

A part of me wanted to go hug her and tell her everything’s fine.

Another part of me wanted to smack her over the head .

Fifteen was no age to start murdering people. At least, wait till you’re seventeen.

As always, five minutes later she texted someone and was about to leave. She packed her lappie and tied her shoelaces, as usual.

Suddenly, a guy in a hoodie got in her way. He grabbed her hand and dragged her away .

Don’t get involved. I reminded myself. This is none of your business. Don’t get-

The stranger’s hand grazed her butt.

“Kiera, I need to, um, get more bread for your squirrels.” I began running.

“Aw, thank you. You’re such a darling-”

My sister’s being assaulted. I like you but to hell with you and your squirrel babies.

The guy and Ira left the park. Crossing the street I checked every alley, until I found an empty warehouse.

The place was damp and musty. I heard the sound of a gun’s safety click and I ran towards it.

Ira, what the fück did you get yourself into ?

The man had her pinned against the wall and was sticking his tongue down her throat. Perv alert . I clocked him over the head and sucker punched his jaw.

Ira looked at me wide eyed.

We just stared at each other for a few moments. Both of us were at a loss for words.

Ira finally broke the silence.

“I-I thought you were dead.”

“So, no hugs, no ‘thank you for saving my life’, no ‘I missed you’?” I muttered. “Well, Ira, I’m a ghost. Boo.”

She launched herself at me, giving me a bone crushing hug.

“I missed you. Oh my god, I missed you so much! You have no idea!” There were tears in her eyes. “Where were you? I was so worried-”

“Shhh.” I patted her head. “You’re fine. I’m fine. It’ll be alright.”

After a few more minutes, Ira calmed down. She looked at the guy in the hoodie on the floor. He was knocked out cold.

Her next freak out began right about then.

“What did you do?!?!”

“I saved your life.” I said proudly.

“No.” She knelt by the guy, checking his pulse. She shook him gently. “Cyril? Cyril! Wake up.”

Then I realised I had a brand new nightmare.

Not only did my fifteen year old sister kill the King of a country, but she also had a –

“This is my boyfriend, Cyril.” Ira explained, pointing at Mr. Black Hoodie. “It looks like he’s just passed out. Then again, you can’t really kill him.” She laughed, nervously. “He’s kinda, well, Immortal.”

No. This was not happening.

Nope. Just nope.

Why ? Why couldn’t she find like a thirty year old who lives with his mom or a serial killer or something?

I didn’t need another Immortal fücking up my life, thank you very much.

“You’re only fifteen.” I said, still in shock.

“I know!” She giggled. “We’ve got it all planned out. We’re going to have a nice long life together. We’re in love.”

I flinched at ‘all planned out’ and the way she said ‘ love ‘.

“I-I need to sit down.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Vic.” She said, beaming. “You should talk to him. He’s a great guy. Perhaps even your future brother-in-law?”

Brother-in-law ?

My head was spinning.

“Ok.” I said, calming myself down.

Get your act together. You can deal with this later . “I need to talk to you about something important.”

“Is this about the mur-”

“Shhhh!” I looked around. “Not here. We need to go somewhere safe where no one can hear us.”

Ira was confused.

“What about him?” She asked, pointing at Black Hoodie.

I refused to use the word boyfriend. Or God forbid brother-in-law.

“Can’t we just leave him here?” I said, groaning internally.

Because hauling my sister’s unconscious boyfriend to Biscuit’s place was going to be such fun.

“No.” Ira said firmly, much to my disappointment. “We take him with us.”

Black Hoodie stirred and awoke slowly. He looked at me, then at Ira. Ira offered to help him up. He extended a hand toward me.

“Hello.” He said, politely. “You must be Ira’s sister, Victoria. Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

I don’t know if it was the fact that he was being nice or that he’d used the word ma’am.

I hit him on the head again.

Ira gasped, then glared at me.

I shrugged.

“My future brother-in-law better wear a helmet for that awfully soft head of his.”

***

Q : Black Hoodie or blue jeans?

Victoria : “EVERY VOTE SAVES A GUY IN A BLACK HOODIE.” XD