The Tears of a Prince

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Soran had missed the big fight and everything that followed after. The truth was that after Kai's rejection he felt a bit uncomfortable to be around him. He wasn't mad or anything like that but at the same time his heart ached. He always knew it, he was fully aware of it that the prince would fall in love with the werewolf again and again but still the heart was uncontrollably stupid. That's why he never blamed Lun, or criticized him for his love for Xan. He knew perfectly well how it felt to love someone who wouldn't love you back, for Lun it was even worse. At least he had gotten his little glimpse of happiness.

Once he had made sure that the whole uproar was over he headed down the stairs, walking towards the spacious kitchen to get a glass of cold water. He stepped in and turned the lights on, surprising John who was sitting there in the dark.

The young werewolf surprised a bit more than he should have, flinched and dramatically fell off the stool he was sitting on. He landed on the floor on his butt with a frown growing on his face.

"Hey, are you alright?" Soran asked him in a soft tone and approached him. The vampire extended his hand, helping the youngan get up. 

"I...yeah, yeah" he said with a shy smile and sat back on his stool behind the black shiny island. He had a glass of whiskey filled and was apparently sitting in the dark. Soran looked at him and then back at the shining liquid. "Is there something wrong?" John asked and Soran shook his head, turning his back on him for a second so he could get a glass of water.

"No, it's nothing. You just didn't strike me as the type that drinks." The vampire said and sat on the other side of the island, holding his glass with both his hands. 

"The tattoos did not give that vibe?" John asked with a raised eyebrow and Soran giggled.

"That's very stereotypical of you" he commented and John smiled. 

"I used to be the stereotype." He said and took a sip from his drink. Soran tilted his head to the side, signaling him his curiosity. "I was a problem child. Drinking, smoking, drugs I did all that until my parents couldn't take it anymore and kicked me out. I was trying to find a place to stay when I found Boss. I literally attached myself to him like a leech until he let me in the shop and gave me a job." He said.

Soran didn't expect to hear that, the truth was that even with the dark appearance the way John talked and behaved didn't really scream problem. He was kind and caring and he definitely didn't seem to like confrontation.

"I see." The vampire said. "I think this side of you fits you better." He commented and the young werewolf smiled.

"I think so too. I have been clean for two years now" he said proudly and Soran smiled, somehow feeling good about him. The way he smiled was very pure, filled with unfiltered emotion. It was almost captivating to see such a real expression, he was used to forced emotions and lies.

"That's amazing. You're doing great" he complimented him and the werewolf blushed. John rubbed the back of his neck, averting his gaze from Soran as he felt his heart thumping loudly. He was in trouble, he thought as he felt his body warm up at the thought of his words. He took another rushed shot of his drink and placed it on the island loudly. 

"Why aren't you sleeping?" John asked, trying to change the subject. "Finally there is some peace and quiet here." He said. 

"I couldn't sleep. Vampires don't need sleep anyways. In some kind of way we're like dead, purebloods not that much but yeah." He half explained and John nodded, not really understanding that much. "I am also worried. With Xan here, that pack out there ...I had no idea things were so bad." 

"Yes, they were comparing dead lovers before they actually started punching each other. Your side of the world for sure has a different way of approaching things." He mumbled with a perplexed expression on his face. Soran noticed it and started laughing, he looked too cute.

"I know right." He agreed with a left over smile on his face. "I wish we could peacefully talk but I guess that is not an option." He said and John nodded. He had thought about it from the very first moment he had seen him but Soran was really a peaceful being, a change in everything he had seen. John liked that, he was the only one who gave him hope that blood would not always appear on his path. 

"Thanks" John said and Soran blinked, confused.

"For what?"

"Talking to you...makes me feel like my life is not really ruined. That there won't always be disaster near me, now that I am a vampire." He said.

"I think our lives are molded the way we want them too. Of course there will always be obstacles, ups and downs but in the end if you stick to what you believe your life will be the way you want it. Werewolf or not" the vampire told him.

What if I wanted you in my life? John asked himself, a little voice sneaking on his brain and whispering complicated things. The werewolf shook his head, pushing it away and smiled, thankful for his words. 

"Thanks again" he repeated and Soran smiled.

"No problem. I like talking to you actually. You're cute" he said and John's brown eyes widened in shock.

"Cute?" The man stuttered and made Soran laugh.

"Yes, just like that." he noted and John's whole face turned a vibrant red, starting from his cheek and spreading to his ears.

"I think it's my time to go to bed." John said and stepped off the stool, throwing his glass on the sink and coughing, trying to pull himself together. Cute, he had called him cute. He screamed and his heart raced at the sound. 

"Goodnight then" Soran told him, that peaceful smile still on his face. An act or not, a forced play he had to put on because of where he grew up John couldn't help but admire that peaceful aura of his. It made him feel warm and comfortable, as if someone was paying attention to him.

"Goodnight." He said hastily and ran off, embarrassed. Once he was out of the kitchen he took in a deep breath, slapping his cheeks. "Get it together, you're a grown man" he told himself. "Wait, what if he can hear me? Nahh" he said and shook his arm in a negative motion, thinking the vampire wouldn't think or bother about him that much.

He started walking, heading for the stairs without looking back. If he had he would have been able to see Soran, chuckling with what he had just heard.. Well as it seems Soran did bother.

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