CINDERELVIS

Created By; Snow Marisvega

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♔ Chapter Two ♔

TEN YEARS AGO

"And the Prince took Cinderella back to his castle and they lived happily ever after, the end." Calla read softly and closed the book in her hands. She looked down at her son who was all tucked in, he had a look on his face that indicated he was thinking about something.

"Okay now, spill it out." Calla laughed, knowing her son. Calla was a very beautiful woman, she was tall and slender and had long, blonde, curly hair that got down to her waist. Her eyes were brown like her son's and she had the most beautiful smile.

Calla laid beside her son and looked at him, ready to listen.

"How is it that no one in the entire kingdom could fit the shoe? Like is Cinderella's leg a size impossible?" Elvis asked, looking confused.

Calla laughed sweetly. "Well you see, a fairy godmother made that slipper so technically, it is magic. Which means, not everyone would be able to fit in it, you know why?"

"Because she made the shoes for a specific person?" He questioned, his brows knitted.

"Exactly." Calla nodded.  "We didn't name you Elvis for nothing."

"What does Elvis mean, mama? My name." The boy questioned, turning to look at his mother.

Calla turned as well to face him and ran her hand through his hair gently. "It means all-wise, and that explains you being super smart for your age."

Elvis giggled excitedly. "And what about you, what does your name mean?"

"Well, Calla means beauty."

Elvis smiled at his mother, her eyes filled with love for her child and her smile so warm. He studied his mother's features for a while. Her beautiful eyes, her long brunette hair and her night dress that served angelic.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Calla asked in a small voice.

"Nothing." Elvis shook his head. "I am just looking at how your name fits you, mama. I have the most beautiful mother in the world."

Calla chuckled and pulled her song closer to her, she placed a gentle kiss on his head. "I love you, my baby."

"I love you too, mama." Elvis responded, his arms wrapped around his mother. "Also, when are you having another ball?"

Calla laughed. "Soon, baby. Our annual ball isn't until next month."

Calla was known for throwing a fancy annual ball that people loved to attend and it was there they would all listen to her sing. She loved music, she loved to sing, but she never pursued that to make money from it, she felt the hunger and soul for it would die if it got attached to money.

"Now, you sleep."

Elvis looked up at her. "Only if you sing me a song."  He smiled cheekily.

Calla sighed. "Elvis."

"Please, mama." He said, giving her the best puppy eyes he could make. "Jut one."

Calla gave in and nodded. "Okay, but just a verse."

"Okay!" Elvis grinned excitedly. "Sing our favourite song!"

Calla laughed. It was a song she would always hum or sing and slowly it became Elvis's favourite song, a song from one of the Disney classics.

Sleeping beauty.

Calla suddenly began to sing and Elvis's smile grew.

"I wonder, I wonder
I wonder why each little bird has a someone
To sing to
Sweet things to
A gay little love melody?
I wonder, I wonder
If my heart keeps singing will my song go winging
To someone
Who'll find me
And bring back a love song to me?"

Calla had the most beautiful voice that it mesmerised Elvis every-time she opened her mouth to sing. Not just Elvis, it mesmerised everybody who listened to her sing, almost like she was a siren who enchanted sailors.

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♚ Present day.♚

8:12AM.

I pushed open the doors and ran in , panting heavily. The school halls were empty and that made me curse mentally.

"Oh fuck! Fuckity! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!" I repeatedly chanted, the swear words leaving just my brain and coming out of my mouth.

I didn't pause to do a musical number, this was not the time or the era for that. I ran down the hall and took a left, heading to my class.

I ran into physics and immediately I entered the class, all eyes moved from Mr. Harry and straight to me.

I was breathing like I had escaped an abduction. Mr. Harry looked at me with a cocked brow that spoke without his lips moving and the words were Are you being serious, right now?

I gulped, tucking my hair behind my ear. "I'm so sorry, just....do not mind me, please continue." I said and began to head to my seat. I spotted Davian at the backseat laughing with his two friends. The bully textbook manual of having two other dogs at your sides.

Alex, my best friend and partner in crime that she only commits anyways and I just be the lookout smiled at me and patted at the desk next to her. "Get your ass down."

I gave her a smile and sat immediately, sighing.

"Boy!" She furrowed her brow at me.

"Girl." I responded.

"Mr. Harry!" Davian called, raising his hand. "I have to say, coming late when everyone is in class is a bit selfish if you ask me."

"But he didn't." Alex turned to look at him.

Davian ignored her. "Why don't you ask my beloved brother why he's late when we left home together?" He shrugged, pouting and having an innocent look on.

"Have I honestly told you I hate your brother?" Alex asked, irritated.

"Not enough." I sighed in response.

Alex has been my best friend for the longest and she's been the sister I never had. If there was one person who had always had my back, it was her. I loved her so much and I knew she loved me.

Alex is Nigerian but she grew up here all her life. She's a beautiful, tall darkskinned lady who you might also say is satanic. And that's because she's obsessed with a lot of things I wouldn't be obsessed with.

She likes horror movies, well she hates them now because according to her they've lost their spark and now everything is terrible. Alex reads about demons and hell and she's just into that stuff as a part-time hobby. She said she found it fascinating and every-time I asked her what she was reading, she would just say "stories of the rejected." or "stories of the damned" and I would completely understand.

"Well, why are you late today Mr. Giroud?" Mr. Harry questioned, his hands intertwined.

"I-"

"I'll tell you." Davian spoke from behind.

I sighed again.

Of course he would.

"Elvis here was masturbating this morning and lost track of time." He said and the class began to giggle and whisper.

"Seriously, Demon?" Alex grimaced at him.

"Yeah, at least I don't have sex with everything that is wearing a skirt and oh yeah pants too," I shrugged and the class cooed. "Oh and Cynthia?" I turned to his girlfriend. "You might want to go for a test, you never know what you might have after sleeping with a man whore who fucks over nine different people a week." I smiled at the red head beauty who was surprised at what she was hearing, while the class laughed. I looked at Davian who had a killer expression on his face. I smirked at him.

"Elvis." Mr. Harry scolded.

"Well, he asked for it." Alex frowned. "I didn't see you scolding Da'devil when he spoke."

I shrugged. "She's got a point."

"Ooookay, now let us go back to the topic and uh...forget all of that." Mr. Harry said and cleared his throat nervously.

"I agree." Alex flashed him a mean smile.

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"He was awesome!!" Alex said with excitement as we walked down the hallway.

"Yeah, um no, he wasn't." I shook my head. "That man is terri to the ble."

"I cannot believe I never saw secret circle until now, and I missed knowing Mr. Blackwell." Alex groaned.

I chuckled. "I had been telling you to see it for the longest but you know yourself, just stubborn and annoying sometimes."

"Aw, fuck you."

"Pass." I replied.

"Can't wait for the third season."

"Oh, um," I cleared my throat. "About that, that won't be a third season."

"What?" Alex chuckled softly. "What do you mean there won't be a third season?"

"It got cancelled."

Alex stopped walking with a shocked gasp. "Elvis!! You this fucking bitch!"

"Sorry."

"I told you not to recommend a show to me that has been cancelled! You did the same thing with sleepy hollow."

"You know I love you, I just thought you really had to see it." I shrugged.

"Oh, I hate hate hate you."

I cackled.  "Also, I started that Lucifer show you recommended."

"Did you like it?" She asked as she resumed walking.

I hissed.

"Better say it's good, you whore."

"No. Lucifer wasn't and isn't awesome. Plus they are just using him to promote those stupid detective shows, ugh" I sighed, rolling my eyes, I hated stuff like that. I watched the first three episodes of Lucifer and I loved it but then...not so much anymore.

I was instantly shoved against a locker with force making me wince in pain.

"You trying to get on my nerves?" Davian clenched his fists as he gripped my shirt tightly, his minions behind him.

"Oh hey, Its just you. I wondered what reeked of prostitution in the hallway." I flashed him a smile.

"You love to act so smart, huh?" He sneered.

"I have done nothing, now let me go."

"Cynthia broke up with me during lunch!" he said through gritted teeth

"Well, I'm happy for her, this calls for a celebration. Wait! Blue wine or Red?" I asked, cocking my brow.

He shoved me against another locker, harder this time. It was more painful, I winced. Students were beginning to stare. It was probably just another Tuesday to them.

"Hey, Da'-abomination! Get your fucking STI hands off him!!" Alex yelled at him with disgust.

"Shut up! You fucking ugly devil." He yelled at her.

"You have ten fucking seconds to let go off him or I swear to God, I will beat your ass right here." Alex warned.

"You heard her," I smirked at him. "She already kicked your ass once before." I laughed as the memories came back.

"Well that was then, and I was just a kid."

"You were sixteen."

"Well like I said, that was then!"

"Oh, you want one now?" Alex asked and put her bag down. She held his hand and pulled him away from me without even putting much efforts and dragged him closer to her, I let out a heavy breath after he let go. By the sudden way he was pulled to her, he lost his balance and she kicked him in his vagina magnet really hard and punched him in the face. He held his nose as he fell to the ground, grunting in pain.

I laughed, I couldn't help it. I fixed my clothes as I looked at him on the floor.

Davian's friends helped him off the floor and when he pulled his hands away from his face, there was blood, dripping like she had water bended it out.

She fucking broke his nose.

I couldn't help but laugh the more.

You see Alex was that tough, she was someone you didn't want to annoy or mess with. Alex had learned martial arts for about four years. She has three championship belts from fights she had won. She knew how to defend herself and I envied that because I didn't know how to defend myself. She was always my wonder woman.

The kids around began to laugh and whisper at the fact that Alex made rich playboy Davian's nose bleed with one punch and of course he angrily walked away with his friends in shame.

"Thanks, Catwoman."

"Anytime civilian." She said and picked up her bag. "I have told you to go take some classes so you can whoop this motherfucker's ass. The audacity he had to try me today." Alex sighed. "I should have taken off a couple teeth."

I laughed and swung my arm around her with a chuckle. "Thank you princess, you're my guardian angel." I smiled at her.

"Bitch, you know I'm always here for you. Anytime. Whoever comes for you is gonna get their ass beat." She winked.

"I love you." I beamed.

"Me too, and don't call me princess again or you'll have a bleeding nose." She warned as we walked.

"Sorry," I cleared my throat.

I knew she could do it.

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LATER THAT NIGHT.

8:54pm

Elvis lays on his bed and pulls one of his pillows towards him, he takes off the pillowcase and unzips the pillow from the back, taking out a blue diary. His mother had left him three big blue diaries before she died, telling him to write to her in it as she would be able to read it from the other side. Elvis is older now, but he still writes in it, hoping she could read it. Calla had wanted him to document his life like he was telling her, something he could trust and tell his thoughts since she was no longer going to be around physically to listen to her son.

Elvis didn't start writing immediately she passed away, every-time he tried, it felt like he was finally accepting she was gone. And the only words written on it for three years were the words "I miss you."

It wasn't until he had met Clarissa for the first time and his father had announced her to him as his wife that he felt he had to let out his anger, and so he started writing ever since that day.

Slowly, it became his comfort. It felt like he was telling her everything and she was reading it. Elvis felt safe documenting his life and telling his secrets to his mother, and maybe Davian and Clarissa had appeared in his diary a lot of times with a lot curse words but that did not necessarily matter.

Dear Diary,

This morning was a mess as Davian did not give me a ride to school...again. The bastard also tried to humiliate me in class but failed like his mother did aborting her kids. Alex came to my rescue and beat his ass the second time, I couldn't help but laugh at how sorry and defeated he looked.

You see, mum... I do miss you and I know I tell you this everyday, but what can I say? Just because I am older does not mean I do not remember what it was like being loved by you.

I hope you're okay, and also, my hair is growing longer and I don't know if I should cut it or not. I fear if I do, I might start to look like dad or something and he hasn't been the best recently for me to want to look like him. Lol.

Oh and also, guess who smiled at me today at school....it was C

"Elvis!" Clarissa annoying voice called from outside my room. I swiftly closed my diary and pushed it under my pillow. I took out my phone and began to swipe across apps, pretending to be on it.

"Elvis!" She called again as my door burst open and the gold digger walked in.

"Did you seriously not hear me call you?" Clarissa demanded angrily, dressed in a blue long dress, a gold neckpiece around her neck. I looked up at her, uninterested.

"Didn't you hear me ignore you?" I arched my brows at her

"Listen here you spoiled, pathetic piece of garbage—"

"Before you finish, I must let you know that you are speaking to Elvis, not Davian."

Clarissa scoffed. "You sick fuck. You are in my house."

I laughed. "Your house? This is my father's house. My house! You and your your kids are just birds who won't leave."

"After two and a half years, you haven't learnt anything. You're still trying to mess with me, Elvis. You are really stupid, huh."

I sighed. "You really are not as important as you make yourself, Clarissa, I promise you that."

Clarissa's brows slowly tilted. "Your balls have shrunk but you still think you can come at me, huh?"

"You should also know by now to not be in my space but here you are, again." I said and stood up. "My father might not be able to see your true form because of the cloak spell you might have performed on yourself, or maybe just the botox and plastic surgeries, but I know what you are, you tentacle witch." I sneered, walking towards her. "Even with all that doctor's work, you are nothing. It doesn't matter how many faces you change into, Ms. Stark, you'll always be nothing but an old, empty, sad hag."

Clarissa tilted her head to the side gently, saying nothing.

"And you wanna know the best part concerning all these things?" I arched my brow at her. "Just like every story has an evil witch. There's always one person who ends their story. You will always get to see me and you will be miserable."

"You talk a lot of shit for a boy who has no say in my house." She laughed. "I thought I had finally put you in your place but it seems there's a supermarket that sells the audacity you have been buying recently, huh?" She laughed.  "You have a lot to say about me, your mother."

"Step. Mother." I corrected.

"Boohoo! Do you think that matters? I am your mother and you will have to deal with that, because the woman you claim to be your mother left your ass here because she was sick of you. Your mother is six feet in the grave, probably all bones and maggot." She shrugged nonchalantly, while my throat tightened and my fist clenched.

"I am glad she's no more and poor Brendon needs someone to love and that's where I came in. If you don't like it, go join your filthy, rotten now dead mother in the ground she's is." she spat.

"Watch your filthy tongue, Clarissa. One can be warned once, but twice and I'll cut out your tongue."

Clarissa laughed mockingly.

"Why can't you just accept me as your new mother now, hmm? I'm married to your father and I'm your mommy now. I'm gonna finish what your mother couldn't, I'm his other half and a better one." She teased.

I was furious, I wouldn't have her talk about my mother in such a manner. I rose my hand, I was going to attack her botched face with a mighty slap that would make her mute forever.

My hand was so close to her face when a firm, stronger hand held mine before it could contact her face. It wasn't Clarissa's, I looked behind her and there he stood.

My eyes widened once he showed up, he had a murderous look on his face and at the moment, I was a little scared.

"Dad," I called softly.

He always seemed to come at the wrong time for some reason. Clarissa didn't seem shocked, it was almost as if....almost as if she had been expecting him.

"What do you think you're trying to do? You were gonna hit her?" He questioned, shocked.

"She hit me and said trash about my mother. She called mom names and said I should join her where she was." I spoke with all anger as I stared right at the witch of east end . "I will make sure she pays for what you said." I said pointing a finger at her.

"Elvis, that is enough!" Dad said and let go off my arm so hard, pushing it backwards, It wasn't expected and so I stumbled backwards. I looked at dad, surprised and hurt that he could never have my back.

"I heard it all and she was talking about wanting to be a good mother and you not accepting her. So DON'T YOU LIE TO ME!" he barked.

And then I understood. She knew he was coming up, that's why she said that last part, she made me angry and that part meant something mean but to anyone who heard it, they'd think she was trying to be nice.

Smart bitch.

"You really are doomed, father."

I was fed up, I was angry. .

"For close to three years it has just been Clarissa and her twins. What about me? Don't I exist? You don't even care anymore! When last did you check up on me, huh? Tell me! You fucking forgot my birthday last year! Never has that happened before!" I yelled, his expression softened but I didn't care.

"You have been so absent in my life its like I have no father." My voice cracked. "I-Its l-like I am an orphan and I just think maybe it would be better that way than living this way c-cause it would hurt less then. You're unbelievable and I hate you so much!" I said angrily, my voice wasn't steady. I wanted to cry now, I needed air.

Dad looked hurt by the things I said but I didn't care anymore, I didn't care at all.

"Elvis.." He called softly.

"No!" I shook my head at him. "Sometimes I wonder, maybe the wrong parent died years ago." I said furiously. I watched his pupils sink in as shock and sadness took over them. I huffed and walked past them, hitting my shoulder against Clarissa's as I exited the room.

"Elvis! Elvis, wait...." Dad called but I ignored, running down the stairs and out of the house. I was going to the one place I could talk about everything, the one person I needed right now, where I could get air.

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FLASHBACK
"It is finally my wedding day," Dad said with a happy grin on his face as he stared at himself in the mirror. I sat on his bed while his best friend Charlie helped him fix his tie.

"Today, you finally get to marry the girl." Charlie smiled and patted his shoulder. Charlie is a forty five year old man, brown haired and 5'6ft tall and also single.

I snorted at the word 'girl'.

"More like old lady," I muttered, looking elsewhere. I looked back at them and they were both looking at me. "What?" I blinked, hoping they didn't hear a word I said.

Dad just sighed and looked back at the mirror.

"I'm nervous," Dad said rubbing his palms together.

I smiled at that and clapped my hands together as I stood up, catching their attention. "You should be," I beamed. "But you have the time to back out now."

"Not now, Elvis." Dad sighed in frustration and looked back at the mirror adjusting his suit.

"Come on papa, are you still saying you believe that this lady isn't pretending? That she loves you?"

"Elvis, stop. Your father is getting married today and the last thing we want is him getting more nervous." Charlie said furrowing his brows at me. "So go play with your toys or something." He snorted.

"Charlie, I'm not even talking to you. You're not my father and you're definitely not the one getting married. Besides aren't you're like forty five? My dad's getting married for the second time. Don't you think it's about time you get yourself at least a girlfriend first and stop thinking you've got a hundred years of youthfulness left?" I arched my brow at the man who wasn't invited into this conversation.

Charlie swallowed, he was about to say something but I guess he couldn't think of what and just cleared his throat before looking away.

"Yeah, I thought so" I rolled my eyes at him and looked back at my dad who was looking at me through the mirror.

"That was really rude, Elvis." he said firmly but I ignored that.

I didn't mean to use marriage against Charlie, mother had mentioned not everyone needed to be married but I had to use something to shut him up for being a dick head.

"Papa, you love Clarissa? Okay. That's not a sin, Its good actually and I'm happy that you found love again but, is Clarissa in love with you? That's what you should be asking yourself. Does she love you or your property? I would have asked myself that a thousand times before going on one knee and popping the 'will you marry me question.'"

"If I hear another word Elvis, I'll send you to your grandmother's." Dad said and turned to me.

I stopped talking. "You are an arse, you know that?"

"Elvis." Charlie scolded.

"I'll leave now." I said with a straight face and walked out the door, down the hall and before walking down the stairs I saw Davian coming up.

"Ah, dear brother." He smiled.

"Ah. It's you Mac," I smiled back, standing still and looking behind him. "Where's cheese?"

"Cheese?" He frowned confused and then understood. "Ah. Nice one." He smiled and dived his hands into his pockets. He was wearing an expensive black Chanel suit and a white tie just like mine.

"Must be fascinating, huh?"

"What is?"

"You in a Chanel suit. Few months ago I am certain you couldn't afford all these things you are putting on right now. The gold wristwatch, the hair gel itself, the shoes and that suit but look at you, you guys really did hit jackpot huh?" I chuckled.

"Ah, yes. Look at me." He chuckled looking at his outfit "I've got them all now and you know the interesting part in all this," he climbed a stair, the one before mine. "I have a brother now." He smirked evilly.

I chuckled. "Cute. Let's get one thing clear Davian, I'm not your average geek-like teenager that will keep shut while you pour acid down his body. You best be careful too, you see."

"Oh, how I cannot wait for us to be brothers." He grinned.

"I can't wait either," I replied with a fake smile. "I gotta go now Rumpelstiltskin. I've got a wedding to get super ready for." I said and patted his shoulder before walking past him.

Stupid jerk face. If only mom could find a way to stop this marriage.

Where can I do some necromancy or something?