Date: Wed, 26 May 2010 14:49:55 -0700 From: gotogo@charter.net Subject: Xander Rosse 1 Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, which will include t/t and m/m relationships, and eventually sex. If it is illegal in your area to read this, or if you are not old enough to read this then don`t. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first time to submit a story so I hope you all like it! Let me know what you think, good or bad, at gotogo@charter.net Xander Rosse-Chapter 1: Arrival in America: Ugh. . I hate flying. . I've been sitting here for 16 hours just bored. I don't even understand why I'm going to America. I mean, yes I understand what he told me, but I don't understand why he believes it. I mean how am I going to be safer at a house in America than at our castle in Romania filled with servants and security?? It's mad!!! America, eh, more specifically California. . I've seen it on television and in theater, I am sooo not going to fit in. . Surfing, yeah right! Hmm, the ocean, I haven't been in it yet, right now it's all I can see staring out this tiny little window, I wonder if the fish will like me. . "My lord, we should be landing in a little over an hour" Janet, my assistant, informed me "would you like to have something to eat, or perhaps freshen up?" "If I wanted something Janet! I would have told you" I snapped "do not question me without reason!" I'm not usually this bitchy, but who can blame me? I'm actually kind of hungry now that I think of it, but that can wait, I don't want Janet to think I'm just throwing a tantrum. . Sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I am Prince Alexandru cel Rau, son of King Milos cel Rau. Right now I'm on my way to my father, James Rosse's home in Temecula, California in the USA. I just named two dads, confusing huh. Well join the club. By birth my name is Alexandru cel Rau Rosse, but to maintain privacy no one but my actual family knows the Rosse part, my dad thought it might come in handy to also have my other dad's name as well. I guess he is right, no one will be looking for Xander Rosse. My mother was killed last month on her way to France, they're not too sure who chained her up so that's why I've been sent away. Protection. I wonder if my mother was conscious when the sun took her, and did she fear it or embrace it's beauty? Not that I think the sun is beautiful or anything, but she always swore it was, I mean how can something so beautiful be so dangerous and so hateful? But I even know the answer to that one. . Shit happens. Me, I hate the sun, who does it think it is taking my mother. If the sun had blood, I'd drain it. The moon however, is beautiful. The moon doesn't discriminate, it welcomes everyone and even shares the sky with the stars. I think I'm secretly like the moon, at least I hope I am. I know if asked no one would agree, but that's why I think its secret, haha. . I don't discriminate, I love nature and all it's creatures, I just pretend to be the sun. "Janet, will we be landing at my father's or will we have to commute?" I asked. "My lord, we will be arriving at the Ontario airport in Ontario, California. Then we will meet your new driver and be escorted to Temecula to your father's residence. If you want, California has many restaurants and fast food stores we can stop at on the way." "What is a fast food store, do we have these in Romania?" I asked "Yes, the food from McDonald's you sometimes have. McDonald's is a fast food store. You know they cook it for you" she said like it should be obvious which really irritated me. "I know now, Janet, since you've just told me but I've never personally been to one so how was I to know this?" I reply with a glare. She didn't respond. "Also" I stated, "while we are not private, refrain from using my title, I am to blend in remember." "Yes, my lord." Blending in, it sounds easy. But I've been watching American tv series all week and lets just say I hope it is easy. Kids that don't fit in seem to be tortured for it, I'd hate to see the kid who tries to torture me. High school on tv is like the food chain, to be on top you have to eat everybody, or in this matter torture them. Not to mention the gay factor, haha. I've never had a problem with it, in the castle it just seems so natural that I never even realized until those tv series that people can have a problem with it! Now I guess I have to hide it? Will my dad accept it, James I mean. Why should I call him dad when he has not seen me in six years, what kind of dad is that?? My real dad spent almost a whole day telling me protocol for this move, what I can and cannot do. In theory I agree to most of it, I've never had someone tell me no or not do what I ask immediately so this should be interesting to say the least. The fasten your seatbelts sign just came on, finally! Now I have to make sure I have my passport, haha, can you imagine if I forgot it! Here it is! Would they have made me fly all the way back to get it? I hope not, I'll have to remember to double check just incase next time. Janet is carrying my bag for me, I feel kind of bad since she is so tiny and frail looking but it's protocol and who am I to break it. I only brought pocket money, my passport, a handful of credit cards, toiletries, and two changes of clothes anyway. It can't be too heavy. I have my passport in hand, and we're headed downstairs on an escalator, it's so much cooler than the stairs! Customs. What can I say about it. Lots of things really, but not many good ones. I have never felt so annoyed as I did in that little office, so many questions and none of them remotely intelligent. "Are you carrying any weapons, such as knives, guns, or bombs on your person?" The chubby little man asked me. . Even if I was, how stupid would it be for me to just admit it so freely, a bomb! I mean really, Yes I have 2 bombs, 1 gun, and 3 knives on me, oh I'm soo sorry sir I had no idea this was frowned upon. . "of course not!" I replied. The joy of no longer sitting is the only reason that man is still alive. Now that I'm out of there I walked into more ridiculousness, Terry my new driver. Okay, blending is one thing, but blending in while being chauffeured around in a stretch hummer. . Right! We'll see! It's bright yellow for fucks sake!! The ride to Temecula was pleasant. It was weird to see so little green though, and so many vehicles on the free way. We passed a small fishing pond called Corona Lake, if that was considered a lake I'd hate to see the forest! As we passed so many places I started to wonder if anyone could sense my presence here. My father had told me that the New World lacked even the knowledge of the word organization and as such stood no threat. But the way I see it, the New World is so much older than I am and if I can be a threat then so can it. American shifters such as werewolves far outnumber our kind, so if anyone was to sense me It would probably be them. But would they know me? Would they fear me or mistake me for prey? Then as we came closer to our destination, my father, my worries become more. Would my father be happy to see me? Has he thought of me in the last six years, and if so why didn't he visit or even call? Why didn't he fight for me when he was denied access, or did he and I never knew? His parents, my grandparents, passed away two years ago. He wrote me to make sure I heard it from him first. I loved my grandparents from what I could remember, but all those memories come from before I was ten and at the time I had loved him so much too. I still do, but you won't catch me saying that out loud! After their passing he moved to California to be by his brother and his family, my family. I've never met them, but I know I have an aunt, an uncle, and three cousins. What will they think of me, will he introduce me to them? And this whole time I am also thinking "I am Lord Alexandru cel Rau, Eternal Prince of the Dark Realm! I tremble before no one!" . . . and yet I still do. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I know it's short, but I hope you liked it anyway. The next chapter will be much much longer! I just wanted to introduce Xander first, what do you guys think of him so far, is he too stuck up?