Sapphires Choice

Chapter 2

Sapphire's POV

Sitting here in silence had me thinking back to when I first arrived in the Dark Mist Clan. Marcos' brother Damien, who seems very distant and aloof. Marco told me that his brother hates physical contact. I was surprised because Damien not only shook my hand but kissed it as well. I wonder what Marco would have to say about that if I brought it up. Would he even believe me? Would it make him jealous? I mean this morning's conversation must have meant something, right? He said I was oblivious to how he felt.

I know he built a secret cabin for me somewhere. I found plans for it. I wanted to ask him about it but never did because I also saw the note on it. So I know he loves and cares for me, but in which way? I can hear him at night sometimes hooking up with someone. I don't think he realizes it, but I do. I have seen a few things as well throughout the years but never brought it up. I know it is dumb to keep something going with someone when you are not the only one in someone's life but when you are like me. You cave and let them have what they want and suffer in silence. I only want everyone to be happy.

I let my sister use me for years before I finally told her no. My parents never did step in to stop her but I think it is because she was good at hiding it. I feel bad for her mate well ex-mate. My sister is so spoiled and thinks highly of herself but my parents allowed it because she is the crowned princess. She gets all the real attention. I only get the mandatory attention. That is why I begged them to let me live here with Marco, because I could not take how my sister treated me. She can be so cold and it is not only sometimes, it is always. She is only nice to those she wants a favor from until she gets it. If only she had been that way with me.

I will never be that great in the eyes of my family. My parents treat me well when they see me, but if I am not near them they do not go out of their way to see me.

The king and queen of the Dark Mist Clan are nice to everyone and accepted me with open arms, allowing me to stay in the castle. I think it is because I am a princess and they are near the ocean which my family controls or maybe because I can. They know who I am because they saw me in my own kingdom and then when we would visit it was brought up what I was so they could keep their territory and people safe. Not like I was a threat, but they still had to be prepared. You have to be careful who you trust.

Especially when you are a royal of any species. I wonder if that is why Damien is so cautious. If so, then he did not see me as a threat like everyone else. Does he not know who or what I am? I know Marco does because I told him. I wonder how he would react seeing me in action. Hopefully he will like it, maybe even praise me. Why do I care?

I glance at Marco and notice how much he looks like his brother. Maybe that is normal in land species. I know mer-people tend to have unique looks. Like me and Ruby, we do not look alike and we are sisters. Something you would not know unless we told you.

I sighed at my running thoughts and saw Marco change his position looking at something in the distance. I looked in the direction he was looking in and saw someone watching our every move. The hate of the person could be felt from the long distance. This in not my first time dealing with someone like the people here. My old school was similar to this one with the people who believed in lies that were spread with no questions asked. If they think they can bully me into returning home, they are so wrong. I cannot be where my sister is. She really hurt me and the last so-called prank she pulled on me was cruel. I forgave her but just could not deal with it anymore. I felt another presence but could not tell where it was coming from. It was not threatening but curious, which is why I could not feel where the person was.

It makes me miss the water. Nothing beats the ocean for someone like me, but when you need to protect yourself you have to take certain measures. I miss my room the most. My room is beautiful, enchanted in the way I want it. My bed is the softest and most comfortable moss in the ocean, surrounded by water deep enough to swim in. If you go underwater in my room, you see flowers of the sea and sand and colorful coral. My own personal garden. My inspiration was the throne room. I smile sadly as I remember trying to explain it to Marco, but he just never paid me any attention even though he asked me to tell him, but I gave up on telling him after a few tries.

I chuckle to myself because I know Marco only pays attention when it is convenient for him. I wonder if Damien is the same. For some reason I doubt he is. He listens to everything everyone tells him as to whether or not he responds is a different story. Yeah, I have seen Damien around but do not make it known that I see him, hear him, or even feel his presence.

My mind is all over the place right now. It makes my head hurt as I try and think of everything going on and everyone in my life. I wonder what it would have been if things were different in any way.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when Marco calls my name. He showed me the time, letting me know we needed to get to class soon. We walked back to our main building and went to our lockers to get the necessary things for our classes. I know Marco does not have any other classes with me today. What I found odd was how Marco said goodbye to me. He did not even look in my direction and went the long way around to his class.

Returning to class after lunch had me hating the schedule because Nixon was in the remaining classes. He made sure to annoy me all throughout. He would say some dumb things or ask dumb questions. The classes dragged on for me but seemed to go by fast for everyone else. We ended up being partners in my last class. He tried to get me to answer all his questions but I did not give him a response. I could tell I was annoying him by not giving into his demands. I am not one of his pack members and I am of a higher rank, even if I am not a werewolf. Sirens are far more powerful than the werewolf species. Even if other people think it is debatable because sirens get their power from the ocean, which is kind of true. Our powers are stronger inside the ocean, but we still have power on land, but the range of our powers is different. Not that Nixon would know he seems to think only werewolves, vampires and witches walk the earth.

How can someone want to be with him when he is so arrogant? He thinks so highly of himself and his species. I mean, of course, you want your own kind to be the best and the most powerful, but they are not. Only those who are granted with powers are deemed the most powerful. I think even those with powers can be weak if they do not know how to wield the power correctly and for the right reasons. Power is given to those with strong bodies and even stronger minds.

After my escape from the classroom, I went the long way to the front of the school where I was sure Marco was waiting for me. He told me he would wait for me there. I want to avoid running into Nixon again after I just spent the last few hours with him. He is rude and thinks he is above everyone else. I walked at a normal pace, knowing it would take at least 10 minutes to get to the front. With my luck, I will see Nixon hooking up with someone. He does not care who is around when he is in a mood. His standards are low for girls. The only thing that matters is how they look and how they dress.

He is quite disgusting at times. I have seen him make out with 4 different girls and he was in the music room with someone towards the end of lunch as I passed by. He was also in the maintenance closet before our last class. He smelled of multiple girls and it was very off putting. I feel horrible for his mate because he is a manwhore who has no respect for girls.

I caught his scent and slowed my pace. What is he doing by the library building? Oh wait, false alarm. It was one of the girls he was with. He must have been with her recently because the scent is strong. Does he not have a girlfriend? Does she know that he is like this? I wonder what is running through all their heads. How can someone be okay with being a mistress or side lover? Where is their pride and dignity?

I reached the front faster than I calculated and spotted Marco in the distance as I was approaching him. I caught Nixons smell again, but this time it was super strong, so I rushed as fast as I could but dropped one of my books in the process. I paused for a second before picking it up and checking for damage, which was a mistake, because I was almost knocked over by Nixon. Can I not catch a break? Was the last few hours of him being annoying not enough? Did he run into me on purpose or was it an accident?