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Chapter 2
Chapter 2 Tristan's POV
"We are who you make us to be." In a world where everything is wrong and upside down. Where things never goes your way. That world never existed for me till I met Anna. I was a cynical bastard, I got what I wanted when I wanted it plain and simple. Like Clare, she was just someone to warm my bed, but I never loved her, never craved for her the way I did for Anna. To start from the begining, I was seventeen when I first laid eyes on Anna. It was around winter, her mother had taken her to visit her father at work I guess. Even then I saw something about her that attracted me to her. I knew her parents wouldn't allow her to go to the Christmas party till she was older. She was about 11 then. But her sister Nicola was always around pestering me at those parties. She would bat her eyes at me, flip her hair every time she walked by me on the way to the dance floor. I watched the pictures change on her father's desk. For the past two years he would replace the school pictures of his daughters.
I was never going to tell anyone what I felt for Anna Royal. There were no signs, nothing for anyone to pick up on. But my father being just as cynical and twisted found out some how. Maybe it was the whole Christmas party that Anna attended when she had just turned 13, that gave it away. All hell broke loose afterwards. The only peace I had was the few moments I had of making Nicola jealous of her little sister and making everyone else think how respectable and responsible and nice I was to dance with someone so young as Anna.
Her parents were rather grateful that I took it upon myself to cheer Anna up while her sister who was suppose to be with Anna was off flirting up a storm. But it all ended when my father said something to them at the end of the party. I remember his words like yesterday, "Wouldn't it be nice if our two lovely families joined in marriage?" They laughed it off thinking it was Nicola he was referring too. A few days later when my father invited them over to dinner they figured it all out. And that night haunts me even more then Anna would even know.
" It's good to see you all again, welcome to my home." "You all remember my son Tristan?"
"Yes we do, It's lovely of you to invite us to your beautiful home." My father just smiled at them all. Leading them into a trap, that they would never come back out alive from. "This was is to the seating area, please follow it's very easy to get lost." "Tristan why don't you take the girls to the game room, I'm sure they don't want to listen to adult talk about business and such." "Yes, father, girls follow me this way" Anna wasn't clinging to Nicola this time. She walked right beside me, which baffled me in how she could keep up she was shorter then Nicola and tiny compared to me. Nicola seemed as always to get my attention. I pretended to humor her a bit. The time must have gone by so fast. I had gotten attached to the pack man game, while Anna and Nicola were playing dance revolution non stop. The sounds of the other games had died down when we heard yelling and screaming coming from the room our parents were in. " You sick twisted bastard " "I'm not agreeing to anything, she's too young " "She's too young but you throw your other daughter up to take her place in heart beat." "Nicola is older, wiser, and more mature." "She is ready to be married " "Anna is only 13 "
Anna ran from the game room, yelling "mommy". Nicola followed after her. When I had arrived, my father was staring into the fireplace. Their parents were glaring at him. "What's going on here?" Well Tristan, I asked the Royals to become part of the Dubois family." My heart started to beat faster and faster. He turned and looked at me in an evil way. "They've declined my offer." I looked at the Royal's and then back at my father. I was waiting for something anything to happen. Instead I hear Anna's mother talking. "It's no disrespect to you or your family but our daughter Anna is to young to be married off." "We offered your father Nicola's hand instead, but he's declined that." " In the other worlds, young as 12 years old girls are getting married and having babies." "It is common here too , to marry off daughters at young age." It was now Nicola's voice ringing through the sitting room area. Then there was silence again. Then my voice broke the silence. "We don't take no for an answer." "We don't subject ourselves for second best or even compromises." "We get what we want and that's that." My eyes glossed over when I looked in Anna's direction clinging to her parents looking frightened by what she was hearing. "I knew then, her family wouldn't leave this room alive." My father wouldn't allow that. And he wouldn't expect me to back down and let them leave. Our best men walked into the room. I knew Mr Royal knew who these men were. This was the test my father had always been talking about. He wanted to see if I had weakness, if I would say they could leave. Without getting what I wanted. " Anna come here." My voice sounded cold and strange for the first time. I knew she was startled and shocked that I was talking to her in this manner. Her father looked at me with this sadness and hopelessness, while her mother whispered something in her ear and told her to go to me. Nicola looked at the ground, until her little sister passed by her and she grabbed her. " Don't forget me ANNA " With that yell she pushed Anna at me, and a knife slit her throat before she could say anything more. Then her parents followed suit. I grabbed Anna before she could turn around and could see why her family screamed. She pushed against me trying to free herself from my grasp. The screaming died away. And all I could hear was Anna crying against my chest. "I hate you " She yelled those words in my ear, punched and kicked at me. She even spit in my face.
I was innocent and guilty all at the same time. From there on I swore I wouldn't be like my father ever. But it was too late I was already like him, way too much like him that I should of just killed myself where I stood. It haunts me that I was so selfish and still selfish that I would do it all over again just to have Anna Royal to myself. That same night we were married. I found it all odd that my father had brought all this into play. In the will the Royal's had left if anything had happened to them my father would have custody of the girls. He signed the papers in agreement to having Anna married to me. No one ever questioned it. At the funeral services the caskets were closed. Everyone was told they had gotten assassinated in their home, and lucky thank god that Anna had hide. He had his greatest men as he called them demolish and throw things around the house to show they there was a struggle. And put blood stains over everything. No investigations were made. I\'m pretty sure people were paid off.
At first I wouldn't go near Anna. She would yell and go almost deranged with madness and anger when she saw me. She stayed locked up her room hours for on end. Sometimes she would come down sometimes she wouldn't. Finally my father said it was time I had my own home. So I went away for a few weeks having our summer mansion be remodeled for year round use. I came back to take Anna with me. I was very skeptical about her being alone in a house with me. She hated my father even more then me. He would talk to her through he bedroom door, till finally he gave up and said I would have to go in there and take her by force out of this house. I had her maid go in and get her ready. I waited outside in my car.
"I HATE YOU, DO YOU HEAR ME " "I DESPISE EVERYTHING YOU ARE " " YOU AND YOUR OLD MAN MAY THINK YOU"VE GOTTEN AWAY WITH KILLING MY FAMILY BUT YOU HAVEN'T " "I WILL GET MY REVENGE ON YOU ALL, EVEN IF I HAVE TO DO IT SLOWLY " "I WILL KILL YOU ALL " "YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE FOREVER, AND YOU CAN"T ALWAYS HAVE SOMEONE WATCHING OVER ME." "WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT YOU'LL GET EVERYTHING YOU DESERVE TEN FOLD." This was an ever occurring conversation if you would call it one. She would yell, kick and scream every night before bed. Until finally I snapped on her. "You may hate me all you want, despise me, wish me dead, but you don't get it." "I"M ALL YOU'VE GOT " "Without me your all alone." "No ones gonna take you in, not even my old man." "He'll put you away, and make everyone believe you killed your family." "And that his poor unfortunate son was conned into marrying a girl like you who ended up killing him as well." DO YOU WANT TO END UP LIKE THAT ANNA???" I could feel her fall to the ground crying. It always ended with her crying. She would cry till she had nothing else to cry about. Until there were no more tears. I didn't care if she kicked, punched me slapped me anymore, I would go pick her up off the floor and put her to bed. Sometimes I would try to cradle her till she would fall asleep. She would push me away and go curl up on the other side of the bed. After a while she wouldn't fight me. She'd let me pull her to me and hold her in my sleep. I loved the way she smelled of vanilla. And not just vanilla all different types of vanilla.
I fell more in love with her everyday. Even though I knew she would only hate me, told her how I felt every night before she went to bed. Sometimes she would say something, other times she ignored me like I didn't say anything at all. I would get so wrapped up in the smell of her, I would push too hard and get too inappropriate with her. I'd forget she was too young I almost pushed it too far one night. She slapped me across the face and I just snapped out of the mood. Most of our nights ended like that. Finally she asked to be sent away to school. I was skeptical about it. But my father had already argued that her staying would cause her to either hate me more or she'd end up pregnant and still hating me for knocking her up. Maybe being sent away would help her in coping and coming to terms with things. I was beginning to think the old man was going soft or just losing his damn mind, but I let her go off to school. She was fine there for a year, was doing great in all of her classes. Till a late night phone call came and I was told Anna had ran away from the school leaving everything she owned behind. They thought she might of came home.
I had gotten sick it was a near death experience. I wouldn't eat, I wouldn't sleep. Not without knowing if she was okay. This is when the search for her began. On her 14th birthday, I read in the newspaper that a 14 year old female killed 4 men. Then the following year on her 15th birthday, I heard of a renegade killing the group my father once called his greatest men. When she turned 16, I got wind that a 16 year old assassin was being paid to kill all my father's right hand men. Not even a few months from hearing that I got a picture in the mail of a girl with auburn hair, hazel eyes killing my father in his office. Following the next year on her 17th birthday, who ever this girl was, I knew was coming for me. So I set up a decoy. My guards caught her, and there was this girl, bruised and cut on my floor staring back at me defiantly. At first I didn't recognize her at all. It wasn't until I turned around, realizing I had seen a similar face. And then it struck me she was the girl in the picture killing my father. But the way the girl acted towards me showed that she knew me very well. No one would dare talk to me as if I was beneath them, only Anna would. To me she didn't look like Anna. Anna hadn't hit puberty when I saw her last, and she had grey eyes not hazel. The girl before me did look to be about her age, and something about the way she looked at me screamed Anna. When she had taunted me it finally clicked in by the time I turned around. The girl on my floor was Anna. All the signs were there I was just too wrapped up in Clare. After Anna had left, I had hired Clare as my assistant. As I said before I'm a cynical bastard. To me Clare was this curvy blonde who would do anything for me and to be honest I need someone to do adult things with. I didn't compare Anna to Clare. I never told Clare a damn thing about my past. So I got intimidate with Clare, but I never told her I was already married. Clare would try to push me into the direction of marriage and I would tell her I'm too young to settle down. In my mind Anna had always stayed 13, until there she was sitting on my living room floor with my guards surrounding her. I didn't realize how much I loved this girl, till I saw the cuts the bruises and the red marks on her body. It was my fault all this shit had happened. There was nothing I could to reverse it. Even though Anna wanted me to let her go. I spent about four years of my life looking for her, having this life where there was a gap waiting for her to fill it. And yeah Clare wanted to be the one to fill that gap but it was only meant for Anna to fill. I wanted to rip myself into pieces, kill myself, scream, cry, laugh, so many things just to show how I felt to see her. All I could do was send everyone away and hold my wife. And reassure her that I was the only one that was gonna touch her. This again was another test my father had laid out before me. And I wasn't going to take it. I wasn't going to kill the only person I loved. She was all I had left. Yeah maybe letting her go would be the best thing but I didn't have the heart to do that, I never had the heart to just let her go. From the moment I saw this girl my heart was hers. Maybe someday she would give her heart to me and trust me.
"We are who you make us to be." In a world where everything is wrong and upside down. Where things never goes your way. That world never existed for me till I met Anna. I was a cynical bastard, I got what I wanted when I wanted it plain and simple. Like Clare, she was just someone to warm my bed, but I never loved her, never craved for her the way I did for Anna. To start from the begining, I was seventeen when I first laid eyes on Anna. It was around winter, her mother had taken her to visit her father at work I guess. Even then I saw something about her that attracted me to her. I knew her parents wouldn't allow her to go to the Christmas party till she was older. She was about 11 then. But her sister Nicola was always around pestering me at those parties. She would bat her eyes at me, flip her hair every time she walked by me on the way to the dance floor. I watched the pictures change on her father's desk. For the past two years he would replace the school pictures of his daughters.
I was never going to tell anyone what I felt for Anna Royal. There were no signs, nothing for anyone to pick up on. But my father being just as cynical and twisted found out some how. Maybe it was the whole Christmas party that Anna attended when she had just turned 13, that gave it away. All hell broke loose afterwards. The only peace I had was the few moments I had of making Nicola jealous of her little sister and making everyone else think how respectable and responsible and nice I was to dance with someone so young as Anna.
Her parents were rather grateful that I took it upon myself to cheer Anna up while her sister who was suppose to be with Anna was off flirting up a storm. But it all ended when my father said something to them at the end of the party. I remember his words like yesterday, "Wouldn't it be nice if our two lovely families joined in marriage?" They laughed it off thinking it was Nicola he was referring too. A few days later when my father invited them over to dinner they figured it all out. And that night haunts me even more then Anna would even know.
" It's good to see you all again, welcome to my home." "You all remember my son Tristan?"
"Yes we do, It's lovely of you to invite us to your beautiful home." My father just smiled at them all. Leading them into a trap, that they would never come back out alive from. "This was is to the seating area, please follow it's very easy to get lost." "Tristan why don't you take the girls to the game room, I'm sure they don't want to listen to adult talk about business and such." "Yes, father, girls follow me this way" Anna wasn't clinging to Nicola this time. She walked right beside me, which baffled me in how she could keep up she was shorter then Nicola and tiny compared to me. Nicola seemed as always to get my attention. I pretended to humor her a bit. The time must have gone by so fast. I had gotten attached to the pack man game, while Anna and Nicola were playing dance revolution non stop. The sounds of the other games had died down when we heard yelling and screaming coming from the room our parents were in. " You sick twisted bastard " "I'm not agreeing to anything, she's too young " "She's too young but you throw your other daughter up to take her place in heart beat." "Nicola is older, wiser, and more mature." "She is ready to be married " "Anna is only 13 "
Anna ran from the game room, yelling "mommy". Nicola followed after her. When I had arrived, my father was staring into the fireplace. Their parents were glaring at him. "What's going on here?" Well Tristan, I asked the Royals to become part of the Dubois family." My heart started to beat faster and faster. He turned and looked at me in an evil way. "They've declined my offer." I looked at the Royal's and then back at my father. I was waiting for something anything to happen. Instead I hear Anna's mother talking. "It's no disrespect to you or your family but our daughter Anna is to young to be married off." "We offered your father Nicola's hand instead, but he's declined that." " In the other worlds, young as 12 years old girls are getting married and having babies." "It is common here too , to marry off daughters at young age." It was now Nicola's voice ringing through the sitting room area. Then there was silence again. Then my voice broke the silence. "We don't take no for an answer." "We don't subject ourselves for second best or even compromises." "We get what we want and that's that." My eyes glossed over when I looked in Anna's direction clinging to her parents looking frightened by what she was hearing. "I knew then, her family wouldn't leave this room alive." My father wouldn't allow that. And he wouldn't expect me to back down and let them leave. Our best men walked into the room. I knew Mr Royal knew who these men were. This was the test my father had always been talking about. He wanted to see if I had weakness, if I would say they could leave. Without getting what I wanted. " Anna come here." My voice sounded cold and strange for the first time. I knew she was startled and shocked that I was talking to her in this manner. Her father looked at me with this sadness and hopelessness, while her mother whispered something in her ear and told her to go to me. Nicola looked at the ground, until her little sister passed by her and she grabbed her. " Don't forget me ANNA " With that yell she pushed Anna at me, and a knife slit her throat before she could say anything more. Then her parents followed suit. I grabbed Anna before she could turn around and could see why her family screamed. She pushed against me trying to free herself from my grasp. The screaming died away. And all I could hear was Anna crying against my chest. "I hate you " She yelled those words in my ear, punched and kicked at me. She even spit in my face.
I was innocent and guilty all at the same time. From there on I swore I wouldn't be like my father ever. But it was too late I was already like him, way too much like him that I should of just killed myself where I stood. It haunts me that I was so selfish and still selfish that I would do it all over again just to have Anna Royal to myself. That same night we were married. I found it all odd that my father had brought all this into play. In the will the Royal's had left if anything had happened to them my father would have custody of the girls. He signed the papers in agreement to having Anna married to me. No one ever questioned it. At the funeral services the caskets were closed. Everyone was told they had gotten assassinated in their home, and lucky thank god that Anna had hide. He had his greatest men as he called them demolish and throw things around the house to show they there was a struggle. And put blood stains over everything. No investigations were made. I\'m pretty sure people were paid off.
At first I wouldn't go near Anna. She would yell and go almost deranged with madness and anger when she saw me. She stayed locked up her room hours for on end. Sometimes she would come down sometimes she wouldn't. Finally my father said it was time I had my own home. So I went away for a few weeks having our summer mansion be remodeled for year round use. I came back to take Anna with me. I was very skeptical about her being alone in a house with me. She hated my father even more then me. He would talk to her through he bedroom door, till finally he gave up and said I would have to go in there and take her by force out of this house. I had her maid go in and get her ready. I waited outside in my car.
"I HATE YOU, DO YOU HEAR ME " "I DESPISE EVERYTHING YOU ARE " " YOU AND YOUR OLD MAN MAY THINK YOU"VE GOTTEN AWAY WITH KILLING MY FAMILY BUT YOU HAVEN'T " "I WILL GET MY REVENGE ON YOU ALL, EVEN IF I HAVE TO DO IT SLOWLY " "I WILL KILL YOU ALL " "YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE FOREVER, AND YOU CAN"T ALWAYS HAVE SOMEONE WATCHING OVER ME." "WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT YOU'LL GET EVERYTHING YOU DESERVE TEN FOLD." This was an ever occurring conversation if you would call it one. She would yell, kick and scream every night before bed. Until finally I snapped on her. "You may hate me all you want, despise me, wish me dead, but you don't get it." "I"M ALL YOU'VE GOT " "Without me your all alone." "No ones gonna take you in, not even my old man." "He'll put you away, and make everyone believe you killed your family." "And that his poor unfortunate son was conned into marrying a girl like you who ended up killing him as well." DO YOU WANT TO END UP LIKE THAT ANNA???" I could feel her fall to the ground crying. It always ended with her crying. She would cry till she had nothing else to cry about. Until there were no more tears. I didn't care if she kicked, punched me slapped me anymore, I would go pick her up off the floor and put her to bed. Sometimes I would try to cradle her till she would fall asleep. She would push me away and go curl up on the other side of the bed. After a while she wouldn't fight me. She'd let me pull her to me and hold her in my sleep. I loved the way she smelled of vanilla. And not just vanilla all different types of vanilla.
I fell more in love with her everyday. Even though I knew she would only hate me, told her how I felt every night before she went to bed. Sometimes she would say something, other times she ignored me like I didn't say anything at all. I would get so wrapped up in the smell of her, I would push too hard and get too inappropriate with her. I'd forget she was too young I almost pushed it too far one night. She slapped me across the face and I just snapped out of the mood. Most of our nights ended like that. Finally she asked to be sent away to school. I was skeptical about it. But my father had already argued that her staying would cause her to either hate me more or she'd end up pregnant and still hating me for knocking her up. Maybe being sent away would help her in coping and coming to terms with things. I was beginning to think the old man was going soft or just losing his damn mind, but I let her go off to school. She was fine there for a year, was doing great in all of her classes. Till a late night phone call came and I was told Anna had ran away from the school leaving everything she owned behind. They thought she might of came home.
I had gotten sick it was a near death experience. I wouldn't eat, I wouldn't sleep. Not without knowing if she was okay. This is when the search for her began. On her 14th birthday, I read in the newspaper that a 14 year old female killed 4 men. Then the following year on her 15th birthday, I heard of a renegade killing the group my father once called his greatest men. When she turned 16, I got wind that a 16 year old assassin was being paid to kill all my father's right hand men. Not even a few months from hearing that I got a picture in the mail of a girl with auburn hair, hazel eyes killing my father in his office. Following the next year on her 17th birthday, who ever this girl was, I knew was coming for me. So I set up a decoy. My guards caught her, and there was this girl, bruised and cut on my floor staring back at me defiantly. At first I didn't recognize her at all. It wasn't until I turned around, realizing I had seen a similar face. And then it struck me she was the girl in the picture killing my father. But the way the girl acted towards me showed that she knew me very well. No one would dare talk to me as if I was beneath them, only Anna would. To me she didn't look like Anna. Anna hadn't hit puberty when I saw her last, and she had grey eyes not hazel. The girl before me did look to be about her age, and something about the way she looked at me screamed Anna. When she had taunted me it finally clicked in by the time I turned around. The girl on my floor was Anna. All the signs were there I was just too wrapped up in Clare. After Anna had left, I had hired Clare as my assistant. As I said before I'm a cynical bastard. To me Clare was this curvy blonde who would do anything for me and to be honest I need someone to do adult things with. I didn't compare Anna to Clare. I never told Clare a damn thing about my past. So I got intimidate with Clare, but I never told her I was already married. Clare would try to push me into the direction of marriage and I would tell her I'm too young to settle down. In my mind Anna had always stayed 13, until there she was sitting on my living room floor with my guards surrounding her. I didn't realize how much I loved this girl, till I saw the cuts the bruises and the red marks on her body. It was my fault all this shit had happened. There was nothing I could to reverse it. Even though Anna wanted me to let her go. I spent about four years of my life looking for her, having this life where there was a gap waiting for her to fill it. And yeah Clare wanted to be the one to fill that gap but it was only meant for Anna to fill. I wanted to rip myself into pieces, kill myself, scream, cry, laugh, so many things just to show how I felt to see her. All I could do was send everyone away and hold my wife. And reassure her that I was the only one that was gonna touch her. This again was another test my father had laid out before me. And I wasn't going to take it. I wasn't going to kill the only person I loved. She was all I had left. Yeah maybe letting her go would be the best thing but I didn't have the heart to do that, I never had the heart to just let her go. From the moment I saw this girl my heart was hers. Maybe someday she would give her heart to me and trust me.