The Loveless Prince

Waiting

Charlotte lay in bed, feeling mostly satisfied but still empty. She'd been feeling like she knew there was someone with her, watching over her. But she also felt like she was going crazy cause she wished they'd have joined her.

She didn't know why or how, but she just knew there was someone there. In the beginning, it creeped her out, but then she began to like it.

The next night, she opened her bedroom window. Her cheeks blushed with embarrassment as she thought about what she was doing.

"I know you're out there," she called out into the pitch black darkness of the garden, "I just want to meet you." she sighed.

She knew she was stupid for thinking that would work.

"You're not crazy," A deep voice rang clear through the summer night air.

"Who are you?" Charlotte turned back around, expecting to see a normal man.

this was no normal man. His eyes were like rubies, his hair was so black it shine blue, and he seemed to almost have fangs.

"I'm Ivar," he stood with an interested smirk on his lips.

"What are you?" Charlotte stepped closer, slowly as if she were approaching a wild beast.

"I'm a prince, the Goblin prince."

"So, you're a goblin?" she stood only a foot away from where he stood at her window.

"Only partly," he smirked.

"And, you're the one who's been watching me?"

He nodded slowly, thinking.

"Why?" she asked.

"I.. don't really know. every now and then, I come to observe people, but I found myself drawn to you all those weeks ago. I haven't been able to help myself." Ivar leant forward, "I find myself strangly attracted to you." He studied her face, waiting for a disgusted look. she only seemed intrigued.

"You're not afraid?" Ivar stepped closer, waiting for her to step back. But she didn't.

"Why would I be?" She gave a daring smile.

"Because humans don't generally respond well to interactions with creatures if my.. kind." Ivar stared into her soul.

"I've never really liked humans all too much, if I'm honest," she shrugged.

"Why?" ivar wished he could wander through her mind.

"My own kind haven't done much for me, you know," She lowered her gaze as she fiddled with the bedspread.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a foster kid. My parents are drug addicts and I'll be kicked out of here as soon as I turn eighteen." Charlotte tilted back her head, willing the tears not to fall.

"Why would they kick you out?"

"They won't get paid to look after me, I'll be out of the system and on my own." She took a shuttering breath as she thought of how lonely and totally f****d she'll be. She has no one to go to, no real friends or family. "Take me with you," she pleaded, desperately.

Ivar stared down at her, he knew someone like her didn't belong in his world. But he was lonely and so was she.

"Are you sure? my world is not some fairytale fantasy, it will have its own flaws too."

"I don't care, I don't want to be here."

Ivar could see it in her soul, she meant that with all her heart and if he did not take her she'd resort to a more permanent escape.

And that'd be a waste of such a beautiful and caring creature.

"Okay, I'll take you." Ivar agreed.