Little Of Loure II

12 - Oliver Porch

Lincoln kept his gaze on Dylan for a few seconds before sighing.

'I guess you'd find out sooner or later.' Lincoln said and plopped down on the sofa.

Dylan followed him and placed a hand on his back to soothe him.

'You know you can tell me anything. What could be so bad?' Dylan softly said.

'It's complicated. A really long story.'

'We have time.' Dylan said. 'Come on, I'll make you some tea. You can tell me all about it.'

'I'll be on the patio. I need a smoke.' Lincoln said and stood up to go to the front door.

'I'll bring the tea.'

Dylan went over to the kitchen and started to boil the water and prepare the blood. His hand shook while he poured the tea. He didn't know what to expect.

Lincoln had been nothing but sweet and caring since they've met. Dylan couldn't see a reason why he would be considered a criminal.

Besides what happened with Sabrina, what else happened in Lincoln's pass that made everyone so wary of him.

Dylan tried to think back to when they were all kids. When he was younger, he was very much focused on studying and being at the top of his class. He didn't spend his time mingling with the other kids of the elite vampires.

But he did remember a few times having to go to the castle for those parties and he remembers vaguely the prince and the king always being the center of attention at the party.

They were young and carefree, it was a time before Emmanuel became king, and he and Lincoln would always cause a big ruckus in the parties that the previous king would throw, playing pranks and causing mischief to the attendees and staff.

Dylan stayed away from them because they would always attract attention and were always surrounded by the other kids with chats and laughter and Dylan had always been introverted.

The popularity of those two would turn any unsociable person off.

From Dylan's memories, he could remember around the time that he was enrolling into universities for his medical studies was when he vaguely heard of rumors that the prince had been admitted into his aunties hospital. But being the closed-off person he was, he kept to himself and didn't participate in the gossips.

His classmates would ask him to pry and get information from his family but he'd always refused, knowing that even if he did try, his mother would only scold him to not bother with others' affairs and keep his nose in his book.

Dylan finished up the cups of blood tea and carefully lifted them before turning to go meet Lincoln outside.

When he reached the patio, he was immediately met with the smell of smoke on his face, which made him grimace before walking towards it.

'Here you are, babe.' Dylan said and sat next to Lincoln on the little patio chair.

Lincoln muttered a soft thanks before grabbing the cup and taking a sip.

'You should really stop that.' Dylan commented referring to the cigarettes.

'I killed someone.' Lincoln suddenly said which made Dylan freeze in shock.

'Wh-'

'I wanted to get that out of the way first.' Lincoln said and gave Dylan a fake smile.

'Okay...explain?' Dylan said with furrowed brows.

Lincoln let out another puff of smoke before continuing.

'I'll start from when my mother passed away. I was still enrolled in Hemingtons at the time.' Lincoln started.

Dylan c****d his head, surprised that Lincoln went to Hemingtons instead of Borgue Academy. They were both prestigious schools but Borgue was more known among their circle of elite due to it being closer to town. Hemmingtons was a boarding school in the far south. Dylan went to Borgue himself as well as Emmanuel, Phoenix, and most of their peers.

And after thinking about it, he now realized that he never saw Lincoln hanging around Emmanuel and the regular popular crowd in school ever. It was because he didn't even go to their school.

'Why didn't you go to Borgue like the rest of us?' Dylan decided to ask.

'I did for the first month of the semester. But I and Emmanuel would constantly get into trouble with the teachers and staff and non of them could handle us. So my father and my uncle decided it was best to separate me and Emmanuel since we wouldn't stop causing trouble together.' Lincoln said with a slight smile on his lips, as though remembering the good old times they had.

Dylan notice how close Emmanuel and Lincoln were especially when they were younger. They were inseparable and yet their fathers decided to do so.

'I guess they didn't realize that separating us would have caused even more problems for themselves...' Lincoln trailed off.

'Why...what happened at Hemmington?' Dylan softly asked.

'I met someone there.' the prince looked at Dylan with a sad smile.

Dylan was hesitant to ask who it was but judging from Lincoln's face, it must have been a past lover.

'Who was it?'

'Oliver Porch.' the prince simply said the name.

Dylan thought about the name and it sounded familiar. The Porch family was known to be the founders of a fortune five hundred manufacturing company, The Porch Group. Extremely wealthy as well as influential in the business and manufacturing field.

Dylan's family does some work with them producing drugs and treatments for their hospitals. Dylan remembers the Porch logo being printed on some of the medical equipment at their hospitals right next to the Folley Crest.

Although, Dylan didn't remember hearing of a son named Oliver Porch. Only the eldest son, Steven Porch who has recently taken over as President in their group.

'He was basically a replacement for me since Emmanuel was gone. But he was a psychopath.' Lincoln continued.

'The antics me and Emmanuel got into were silly child's play compared to what he would do.' Lincoln said.

'The first time I laid eyes on him he had a freshman in a chokehold over a lighter. It was a terrifying sight but me being naive, I was immediately enamored with him. At the time I was going through a rebellious phase and he was perfect to me.'

'He too was fascinated by me at the time. Of course, he was more so interested in my title and my money than anything else. But nevertheless, we worked perfectly together.'

'We were unstoppable. Even worst than what I was with Emmanuel. It came to a point where I and he ran the school with an iron fist. Even the teachers were frightened by us. Anyone that stood up to us was met with violence.'

'There was a point where I felt like we were going too far.'

'What do you mean? How far?' Dylan asked. He didn't like what he was hearing but he also didn't want to live in the dark anymore. He wanted to know everything about the man he had fallen in love with. Despite the pass being dark.

'One time, we forced a kid to cut his own wrist until he passed out from blood loss because he bumped into Olly and didn't apologize on his first day there. This other time, Olly beat up a kid so badly he had to be sent into intensive care and was paralyzed for 6 months. This other time-'

'I get it.' Dylan quickly said. Not wanting to hear any more stuff they did. This Olly guy sounded like a horrible person.

'I can't imagine you being so mean...' Dylan cut in.

Lincoln turned to look at Dylan with an expressionless look.

'Did you kill him?' Dylan asked immediately, wanting to get it over with. 'Olly, was he the guy you murdered?' Dylan asked again when he got no reply.

'I wish...'

'How did you guys get away with those things? Are there no authorities?'

'Well, my father wasn't exactly the most caring and his father was just as psychotic as he was. He wouldn't question a thing his son did.'

'The worst part of it all was that I was so in love with him that I did everything he said. I believed every word that came out of his mouth and I gave him everything he wanted.' Lincoln continued when Dylan stayed silent.

'Wait, but what does he have anything to do with your mother's death?' Dylan asked when he suddenly remembered how Lincoln mentioned his mother's passing at the beginning of their conversation.

'When I found out my mother had passed, my father sent a letter to the boarding school to have me pack my things to go home. He decided it was best to have me be homeschooled for the rest of the year before graduation since I wouldn't be able to focus on my studies in Hemmingtons anyway.' Lincoln said before pausing for a second.

'It just so happened that the day before that, Oliver and I got into a huge fight.'

'About what?' Dylan asked.

'I confronted him about how we may be taking things too far. And that he should calm down a little bit since we were going to graduate soon and there's no point continuing to behave the way we did. We were both from respectable families and we should act like it.' Lincoln explained.

'But he didn't understand and we got into a fistfight about who's stronger. I knew the reason he acted that way was that he was afraid. His family wouldn't recognize him as an heir and he essentially would inherit nothing besides the title and a couple of millions.'

'It was like he couldn't picture a world outside of Hemmingtons. A world where he wasn't at the top and controlling everything, which was something he was obsessed with. He wanted to control everyone, including me. And I was so blinded by love that I allowed him to.'

'Where are you going?'

Lincoln looked up from packing his bags and saw Oliver, standing by the door of the hostel room they shared together, eyes wide and frantic.

'Olly...my mother...' Lincoln begin saying but he couldn't bring himself to voice out his thoughts from the sorrow of suddenly losing his beloved mother.

'What's going on?'

'My father has ordered for my return to Loure. I'll be graduating there.' Lincoln explained.

'What the f**k?'

'My mother passed away. It's best that I go home and be with my sister right now. She needs me.'

'No, why would you leave?' Olly walked forward, his voice laced with anger.

'Olly, I'll call you, okay. But right now I just need some time alone.'

'Are you breaking up with me?'

Lincoln turned to look at Olly with a shocked expression.

'This isn't about you. My mother's dead. I'm not exactly in the best mindset.' Lincoln said with a glare before continuing to pack his stuff.

'I'm not gonna let you leave.' Oliver said, walking forward and grabbing Lincoln's bag before throwing everything out of it.

'What the f**k are you doing?' Lincoln growled at Olly's actions.

'What am I doing? What are you doing, Lincoln? Is this about the fight yesterday? Look, I'm sorry alright. I was just stressed with school and my family and stuff-'

'Oliver, this isn't about us. I just need to go home right now. And you're graduating soon. We'll meet each other again in a few months.'

Oliver, with the recent news of his boyfriend leaving felt his panic set in. He had no idea what to do.

Quickly, Oliver pulled Lincoln down for a rough kiss. Lincoln tried pulling away but the boy insisted by holding his head tightly.

'Olly-' Lincoln said between kisses before using his strength to push him away.

'Stop.'  Lincoln instructed.

'Just...I'll call you when I have the time.' the prince promised before turning back to his luggage to continue packing the discarded clothes that his angry boyfriend had thrown on the ground.

Oliver stared at Lincoln in silent rage as his mind went back to the night before where they had their fight. Lincoln had insinuated that he wasn't exactly happy with their relationship and a breakup may or may not be around the corner.

'I'm not letting you leave.' Olly said and turned around before disappearing out the door.

Lincoln looked back at where the boy stood but simply shook his head in disappointment and continued getting his things to leave. Oliver was known to have a horrible temper and can get pretty angry pretty quickly. He is an irrational boy and would oftentimes take his anger out on the world with no consideration.

Lincoln knew how bad Oliver's temper can get but he has decided that it was no longer his responsibility to aid and coddle him. They were leaving high school soon and they should be acting like adults. Oliver must learn that before it's too late.

Once everything was packed, Lincoln looked at the empty side of the dorm room he shared with Olly. A lot of memories were made in this place. Some pleasant, while some not.

Lincoln grabbed a total of 3 of his bags and left the room, shutting the door behind him. As he made his way down the hall, he wondered where Oliver had run off to. He must be off to take his anger out on unsuspecting victims that crossed his path. It's a common accurate in this school for at least one person to be tormented by these two. But this time, Lincoln will be leaving those habits behind. It was up to Olly whether he was going to change.

'Prince Lincoln.'

Lincoln was greeted by the chauffeur by the front doors of the school where a car was parked. The car had the royal family emblem as well as the Loure crest printed on the side doors. And for a second, Lincoln realized that he had almost forgotten that he came from royalty. After spending such a long time in Hemmingtons, he had enjoyed the freedom of not having to care about his title or how he presented himself since nobody could leave the school to spread rumors that may tarnish his name.

With a sigh, Lincoln passed his bags to the chauffeur one by one to be loaded in the car.

'I have some more stuff in my dorm room.' he informed the man.

'I will go get them, your highness. Please, have a seat in the car.' the man opened the door and waited for the prince to enter it.

'I'm gonna go for a walk, let me know once you've got my stuff. We can leave after.' Lincoln said and took out his box of cigarettes from his pocket.

'Yes, your highness.' the chauffeur closed the door and turned before walking up the stairs and into the building to go fetch Lincoln's things.

Lincoln took out a stick and put it in between his lips before lighting it. He paced around the car slowly, thinking over his situation. It almost seemed surreal that his mother was no longer alive.

Lincoln figured was that the reason why he stopped getting letters and emails from her a month ago? Had she fallen sick and nobody bothered to tell him?  He wondered what had happened to have led to her death.

'Lincoln Candar!'

The prince's thoughts were interrupted by a loud scream of his name by the angered voice he knew so well.

Turning around he saw Oliver, standing by the big front door of the school. His clothes were covered in what looked like coal and his face as well.

'What are you doing, Oliver?' Lincoln said as he took another puff of his cigarette.

'I don't want to stay here without you.' Oliver said in a strained voice. It sounded like he was crying.

'I need you to stay here, Linc. Please.'

'I've already told you. I have to go. My mother's dead.' Lincoln said, frustrated that Oliver was making it about him.

Oliver took in a deep breath and looked down. A few seconds of silence passed between the two before we Lincoln heard soft giggles. Oliver's shoulders were bopping and the soft giggles turned into laughter.

Slowly, the boy lifted his head and Lincoln saw a crazed look. Oliver's blue eyes were dilated and his lips were in a sickening grin.

'Then I guess I'll just have to take it down with me!' Oliver screamed and started laughing maniacally.

'Oliver, what are you talking about?' Lincoln said with caution.

Before Oliver could answer the sound of shattering glass caught his attention and made him look towards the right of the school.

What he saw made him gasp in shock and horror.

'No...'

The building by the far-right where most of their classes were held was engulfed in flames. The windows were shattered and smoke flowed out of them in a hurry. He could hear screams and commotion coming from the area.

'What have you done?!" Lincoln screamed and threw his cigarette on the ground before running towards the door. But before he could reach them Oliver slam them shut and locked them. Lincoln wondered where he got the keys to the school front doors but he was too much in a panic to try and figure that out.

'Open the door, Olly! Open them!' Lincoln screamed and banged as hard as he could on the wood.

'Open up! Godammit!'

Lincoln's screams were then interrupted by more sounds of glass shattering, this time from the west wing. That was where the dormitories were. Lincoln's eyes widened at the realization. Olliver was going to blow this place up to one building at a time. 

He had sent his chauffeur to grab his things from the room. He didn't have a clue that he was sending him into such a dangerous situation. 

'f**k, Olly!!' Lincoln ran quickly to the side of the building and tried finding an entry to get in but everywhere he went, the doors were closed. All the windows were either locked or blocked out by furniture. 

After a few seconds, he heard another explosion coming from the back. He didn't know which building it was but it felt like for every locked door he approached, another building would erupt into flames.

It was at that moment that Lincoln knew, Oliver Porch was a dangerous man.