CINDERELVIS

Created By; Snow Marisvega

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♔ Chapter three ♔

FLASHBACK
It was the annual Giroud family ball, and Calla's beautiful home was filled with people from all walks of life, dressed in their finery. The ball had become a tradition over the past ten years, and it was always a grand affair, with sumptuous food and music. The lights glittered in the trees, and the mansion seemed almost magical, as though it had been plucked from a fairy tale. Everyone was enjoying themselves, laughing and dancing, and for a moment, all the problems of the world seemed to disappear.

Elvis rushed down the grand staircase, his light blue suit shimmering in the sunlight that streamed through the windows. He made a beeline for the kitchen, where Giselle was bustling around, directing servers as they carried platters of food out to the guests. The kitchen table was piled high with culinary delights, from savory dishes to decadent desserts, all of them mouth-watering and perfect for a celebration. Elvis couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and awe at the beauty of the feast before him.

Giselle was a vision in her red dress and scarf, her beauty rivaling that of the feast she had created. Elvis couldn't help but admire her as she bustled about the kitchen, ensuring everything was perfect. When she finally left to mingle with the guests, Elvis seized his opportunity. He darted behind a wall and grabbed a cupcake off the tray, but before he could stuff it into his mouth, a hand gripped his.

Elvis gasps and turns to see someone his height, giving him a frown.  "Put it down." The young boy said.

Elvis frowns at the boy. "Who are you? Let me go!"

"No!" The boy sharply replied.  "My mama made that for the event."

Elvis gives him a look. "You're Giselle's son? I've never seen you before."

"I'm her third kid."

"I only know Kai."

"He's my big brother."

The boy was an inch taller than Elvis. He was light-skinned and had a head full of hair. He was wearing a black suit and looked like he had been given an order to guide the cupcakes and was ready to throw Elvis in jail.

"What's your name?" Elvis inquired.

"Joshua."

"Well, Joshua. You know your mom made this for the ball my mom is throwing, it's just a snack."

"I don't care. She put me in charge because she said a little boy might come to take a cupcake or two or five." He says.

Elvis's mouth made an o shape.

"Well, maybe you should look out for that little boy." Elvis replies.

The boy gives him a look, furrowing a brow at Elvis.

"I'll tell." The boy said.

Elvis groaned in frustration. He slowly smirks as an idea pops into his head. He turns back to the boy in front of him. "Fine. But if you let me have this, I'll show you our secret room."

This sparked The boy's interested as his eyes suddenly sparkled with excitement. "You have a secret room?"

Elvis nodded. "Mmhmm, of course we do. You think this big house doesn't have one? I'll show you our magical library too."

The boy scoffed. "You don't have a magical library."

"I do! It glows. You'll see."

"Are you lying to me?"

"Why would I lie to you? What do I stand to gain?" Elvis scoffed.

Joshua gave it a thought, wondering if to trust the young cupcake thief or not. "You'll show me?" He questions.

Elvis nods. "Of course."

"Okay, but you can only take that one."

"I'm not greedy." Elvis replied.

Joshua let go off Elvis's hand, Elvis smiled in response.
"Okay, so show me."

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♚ Present Day ♚

9:24pm

"Hi mom, how's the ground?" I asked as I sat right in front of her tombstone. "That's a stupid question," I mentally slapped myself. "I mean..I'm sure it cold right there." I sighed.

Really Elvis? Really?

"I miss you, Mom" I sighed softly. "I know I've been telling you that for years but I really do. I do not know if you are watching but life...life is such a bitch." I chuckled sadly.

"Dad's getting worse, he's different. Well, he's been different for a while and I don't know why I'm telling you what you know. I do not know what to do at the moment, and I fight all the time but nothing seems to work in my favour, mother. I am almost tired of fighting." I swallowed, running a hand through my hair.

"What do I do, mother?"

"Simple, make their lives miserable" a voice said behind me. I shrieked in fear and stood up instantly, I turned and behind me stood this guy in red sweatshirt and black jeans, he looked familiar.

"Jesus, dude! You scared me!" I yelled, clutching my chest as my heart raced.

"Did I scare you?" He laughed.

"It's not funny! We're in a goddamn cemetery for God's sake. I thought you might be the undead or something." I huffed.

"That would have been so cool, but unfortunately not. I am too pretty to be the undead." He rose his hands in surrender. "It's cool here, isn't it?" The boy smiled, looking up at the stars.

"Do I know you?"

"We go to the same school, firestorm." He smiled and sat next to me, facing mom's tombstone. I frowned and sat back down. "We don't talk, so you might not know me. I'm Jesse Booker."

"I have heard of you."

"You've heard of me?" He arched his own brows at me, asking in an almost high pitched voice.

I snorted.

"Who hasn't?"

Jesse is one of the Dont give a fuck gays of our school, and well maybe the only one. He always has some makeover done and he used to be taunted until he rose from hell and fought back.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" He asked, his brows still furrowed.

"First, was it true you dealt with kelvin?"

"If you mean humiliated him and got him suspended for two weeks and made him receive three slaps from his father at a go then yes. Yes I did." He nodded with a proud smile.

"Then its all good." I beamed. "

"So what's up? What advice did your mother give you?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm talking about your evil stepmother and her kids. Apologies, I overhead you asking the dead for advice."

"You were eavesdropping?"

"I came to see my father and i couldn't stop myself from listening right when I was about to leave." Jesse shrugged.

"Well, it is personal." I looked back at my mom's tombstone.

"And disturbing, Its past nine and you're speaking to a tombstone." he said in an unbelievable tone.

I snorted "Yeah and I'm sure you didn't come sell candy to the dead so that makes two of us then." I said not taking my eyes off my mom's tombstone.

"You've got a sharp mouth, Elvis Giroud." He chuckled.

"You know my name?" I finally looked at him with arched brows.

"Who doesn't?" Jesse snorted. "Your dad is like super rich, your house is an actual mansion and you're the guy with two step siblings he hates,  who bullies him. Treated badly by one and the other one is just...plain stupid? No offence"

"Oh, no. None taken." I shook my head, agreeing. "She is stupid."

"I mean, not everyone knows who you are because you do not act like your siblings, but yeah some of us who have been here longer know and plus you also have that pretty face I would pay a million bucks to have." He said as he sat beside me.

"Huh. I wouldn't have thought anyone would pick on all that."

"I am very observant and you're not the only one who hates your brother." He sighs.

"Step brother."

"Same difference."

"No, not the same. We don't share any DNA."

"So, get rid of the cunts. Instead of staying here and being sad for yourself and waiting for mommy's ghost to come fight for you, why don't you just do the one thing you should?"

I blinked, my forehead scrunched in confusion. "I'm sorry, I don't understand.

"You gotta fight fire with fire." he shurgged.

"I don't think I ever said my family are fire benders."

"Not the time to joke, Zuko."

"Well, speak."

He rolled his eyes.  "What I'm saying is, your step mother isn't the angel she claims to be in front of your father, right?"

"Obviously."

"Just like Cinderella, you're gonna have to be braver, smarter."

I wasn't understanding what he was saying but one thing I was sure of was that I definitely wasn't that boring, annoying princess Cinderella.

"They're gonna keep messing with you. How long has it been? Four years? five?"

"T-Two and a half, no need to exaggerate."

"It seems longer."

"Back to the point, Jess."

"Wage war at them. If Anastasia and Drizella are gonna be evil then don't play Cinderella, be Pocahontas or Jasmine. Fight back."

There was some sense to what he was saying, I was kinda understanding his Disney reference idea. I had never done anything to them except just the little comebacks.

"I would only get in more trouble." I told him.

"Just like my grandma would say, if people give you fuel instead of a drink, give them acid in return. It's gonna hurt more." He beamed.

I frowned. "Your grandmother said that?"

Jesse nodded. "Yup, but you understand what that means."

I kinda did.

"But what if I just don't have the strength. You don't know what it is like, Jesse. I get exhausted a lot, and they break me mentally."

Jesse took my hand in his and I looked up at him. "Your strength never runs out." He said and looked at mom's tombstone. "She's always there with you. Anytime you feel tired, just come to her and she'll give you that strength you need to go on and fight those cunts."

I looked at her tombstone sadly. "I miss her."

"I know." He squeezed my hand. "I miss my father everyday, but I'll never let his memory die, so instead I have to be stronger."

I turned my gaze to him as he spoke. "You can't let these people bring you down, Elvis. You have a life and don't live for them. They have taken everything from you since they were introduced to you. Your home, your father, your mother's place, your space, everything." Jesse looks at me. "When are you gonna fight for those things back? Are you just going to let them continue and then take your life next?"

I swallowed, silent.

"I won't let them."

Jesse nods. "Fight for everything that belongs to you. Your peace too."

He was right.

Very right.

I nodded.

"Now, this act is only gonna be against your step siblings." Jesse smirks.

"W-Why? What a-about Clarissa?"

"She's making your dad hate you by making him think you keep disrespecting her for no reason, right?"

I frowned at him. "How much did you hear?"

"A lot, so I understand. Now, this is what you'd do." He adjusted so he'd look at me closely. "She has the perfect timing to humiliate you and make you be the bad guy so now, whatever she asks you to do. Do it."

My eyes widen. "What? Are you nuts? There's no way I'm gonna do what that evil queen wants."

"Listen, Elvis. She knows you won't do anything she asks you to, If she insults you then just smile and turn it back to her indirectly. Do what she wants and then she won't have anything against you, don't let her get what she wants. But your siblings? Kill them." He said in a dark way.

"A chainsaw or fuel?"

"N-Not kill them-kill them, stupid. I mean, show them who's boss. Let them know who came into that house first, that you got the last name first." His brows furrowed.

"You're the owner of that house and you shouldn't let anyone take over everything your father owns. I know how rich your dad is and that is a fucking lot.  And what does your siblings do? Nothing but fluent it and waste it. While the real son from the sperm of his father doesn't do anything about it." He stated while I gave him a disgusted look.

"You know you didn't have to put it that way-"

He ignored me. "Maybe that's what your mother just wants you to do, Elvis. Fight."

I nodded. "You're right. I have been silent a lot that they really just thought it was okay to break me and deprive me of everything I deserved. Not anymore."

Jesse squeezed my hand and shook his head. "Not anymore."

It was at this moment I realised I had been crying. I quickly wiped the tears falling while nodded. "Not anymore."

I shouldn't let them trick my father that way and make a fool out of me, Clarissa is so smart and she knows how to make dad hate me the more. No more.

"Let her kids suffer your wrath and let your step mom suffer and drive herself to madness." Jesse said. "No more weak Elvis."

"Let the game begin then," I muttered with that same smirk while staring at mom's tombstone.

"Don't hide it no more. Let the devil out." He chuckled and my smirk disappeared.

"Thank you, Jess."

"I love how you just call me Jess. You must really like the whole fantasy world thing."

"Says the guy who called out about four princesses while making a point." I said with a sigh as I stood up.

What can i say? I'm too gay."

I laughed.

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THIRD PERSON POV.

Elvis walked into the house with a straight face, he heard voices in the living room. Taking a deep breath, he made my way towards the voices. His father was seated on the couch, Davian was standing and had his hands folded while June sat on another couch typing away on her phone. Clarissa was massaging the shoulders of his worried looking father.

At the sound of his footsteps, Brendon Giroud's head turns towards the direction and quickly stands up from the couch he sat on.

"Oh God, Elvis. Where were you? I was worried." He rushes towards his son and pulls him into a hug. "I'm glad you're okay. You weren't answering your phone and I—"

Elvis stayed silent as he enjoyed the hug from his father, despite furious at him deep down. Brendon pulls back and looks at Elvis, his expression soft. He was regretting a lot right now.

"Elvis, you know I love you." He said, trying to reassure his son.

Elvis nods a bit. "You kinda make it hard to believe sometimes." He replies, looking his father in the eye.

"Elvis," Clarissa interjected. "Oh, thank God you're okay. Your father and I were so worried something happened." She said as she walked towards us.

"You can't just disappear, you know? We worry. I know you think you are all grown but you are still a child who needs to let us know where they are at." Clarissa was standing next to Elvis's father, her hand resting on his back and her face covered in an expression that made it look like she cared enough to be worried. A look she had mastered.

Elvis wanted to claw her eyes out, but he knew better.

Elvis smiles softly.  "You are absolutely right and I'm sorry, Clarissa. I had my phone on dnd earlier and I just forgot to take it off that, so I didn't get the calls or the texts." He looks at Dad. "I was hurt and angry, so I went out for some air. I apologise."

Clarissa was bewildered, her eyes popped, she looked over at her kids and back at me.  Davian had the same shocked look his mother had on his face.

They had expected him to say or do something, but he just agreed.

"Um, O-Okay," she was out of words.

"You do not need to apologise for going out to get some air, I completely understand that. I overstepped my boundaries too and for that, I apologise. I am sorry, Elvis." His father gently places his hand on Elvis's cheek lovingly. "You are my beautiful boy, and I never should have raised my hand on you. I just....I don't know what came over me."

Elvis swallowed. His father sounded so genuine and sorry, but at this moment, Elvis felt like he couldn't just forgive him. Not yet. Not now.

"Of course." Elvis cleared my throat. "I am also sorry. It won't happen again." He said, assuring him.

"Would you like to have dinner now? Giselle made—"

"Yeah, I uh, I just need to change and also take a shower first."

"Okay."

Elvis glances at them. One by one. Before turning and leaving.

He headed for the stairs and down the hall to his room, his head filled with thoughts.

He needed to cut the head of the mother serpent, but to do that, He needed to start with her eggs, her babies.

Elvis opened the door to his room and flinches in fear, a gasp escaping his lips. There was a person on his bed.

"Oh come on now, since when did you become a scaredy-cat." The voice said.

The voice was one he couldn't forget and it was after he had done a double take that he realised who was on his bed. Elvis's startled look changes into a big smile once he realises whom it was.

The boy sat up and smiled back at Elvis.

"Hello, Elvis."

"Joshua!" Elvis's smile grew wider as he ran towards his friend and gave him a hug. Both boys falling on the bed.

Joshua cackled, hugging Joshua back. "Damn, you've grown heavier."

"Oh shut up." Elvis giggled and laid beside Joshua. "You're the one with all the little muscles."

"Little? Now mister, these bad boys aren't little." Joshua flexed his muscles.

Elvis laughed. "When did you arrive?"

"About an hour ago. Mom told me she just saw you storm out and that it had to do with your evil step mother."

Elvis scoffed. "God, I hate her."

"Me too, Giroud, me too."

"How's New York?"

Joshua pouted. "It was alright. They have these big rats that literally scare me. Like, they're probably citizens too at this point. They take the train, they're your roommate and they're ugly."

Elvis let out a laugh. "You're the one who wanted to go there."

"Well, apart from the rats, it's a really fun place."

"Mmhmm." Elvis rolled his eyes. "And how's your music career?"

"Wait till I drop my first album."

"I can already see it making headlines." Elvis put his hands up. "First week sale? Two hundred."

"Bitch, fuck you." Joshua elbows him.

Eric laughs. "I am kidding. Of course when you drop that album, everyone will see what a genius you are and want to work with your dumb ass."

Joshua turns his head on the bed to look at Eric. "You think so?"

Elvis looks at him. "You are a talented motherfucker, Joshua."

Joshua smiles. "Thanks." Joshua looks at Elvis. "How are you though, Lord Reeves?"

Elvis grins at the name. "Your time away and you're still calling me that?"

Joshua scoffs, rolling his eyes. "What makes you think I'll stop now?"

Elvis snickers.

"So, tell me."

Elvis sighs again, heavily this time. "I'm tired. I wish I could go to New York with you and just never return."

Joshua looks at him. "Why can't you?"

"Because I still love my father so much to leave him alone with these people. They could do something to him, kill him maybe."

Joshua looks up at the ceiling. "Sucks being you."

"Tell me about it." Elvis scoffs.  "Sing something for me, Knight Saerus."

Joshua cackled at the nickname for him. "I'm supposed to save my voice, My Lord."

"Boy, open your goddamn mouth and sing."

Joshua grinned. The both of them staring up at the ceiling with big smiles.  "Okay." He sat up and Elvis looked at him.

Joshua picked up his phone and went on to his YouTube, playing the instrumentals of a song. "This is a classic." He said and Elvis sat up in excitement. Joshua had one of the best voices Elvis knew and he couldn't wait.

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Joshua quickly stood up and did some dance to the pop song instrumentals. He turns to Elvis and points at him as he began to sing.

"You won't admit you love me
And so how am I ever.....to know?
You always tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps"

Elvis grins, hugging his legs as he watched Joshua perform in his room.

"A million times I've asked you
And then, I ask you over
Again, you only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps."

Joshua winks at Elvis who whistles at him.  Joshua throws his hands in the air as he dances while he sings.

"If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted."

Elvis watches, filled with excitement as his childhood friend makes him completely forget his worries. Joshua dramatically performed as he sang.  He knew what he had to do to make the boy smile. Joshua had always been that kid to be obsessed with songs older than he was and he wasn't ashamed of it.

And Elvis was satisfied with this moment. This break from everything. Joshua gives his hand to Elvis, Elvis chuckles and takes it. Joshua pulls him out of bed and the two have a little short dance break, both dancing salsa to the beats. Twirling and moving in rhythm.

Joshua gives Elvis a nod to sing.

"Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps." Elvis sang, grinning.

The two dance hand in hand while Elvis took up from where Joshua stopped. Elvis's voice more sultry, angelic and melodious.

"If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted."

Elvis takes a step backwards.

"So, if you really love me, say yes,
But if you don't dear, confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps."

"Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps." The two sang in unison, their voices complimenting each other's.

"You've gotten better." Elvis smiles at him.

"And you are just as phenomenal as always. I wonder why you won't pursue music too. We would be unstoppable as a duo, you know?"

Elvis sighs, sitting on his bed.  "That was my mother's own dream."

"And you have her gift." Joshua said.

Elvis shrugs. "I'm still figuring out things about myself."

"If you say so, boss." Joshua smiled. "I'm here anyways."

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ELVIS'S POV

It was 1:09AM. I had been unable to sleep and Joshua had gone hours ago as well. On my mind were Jesse's words, all on repeat. I bit his bottom lip as I sat up from my bed. This was the perfect night. If I needed to make the demon twins lives like they did mine, then I needed to be calculative and do it all right.

Davian had made my life a fucking mess since be came into this house. He was a cunt and not the Beyoncé kind, like an actual fucking cunt. He made school uncomfortable for me and it seemed like I just let the fucking failed abortion do what he wanted.

Not anymore.

What do guys not joke with that belongs to them?

I stood up from my bed and walked to the mirror, looking at my reflection.

The one thing every guy don't joke with, is their car, be it expensive or even if it costs something cheap. Right, Davian?

I exited my room, silently closing my door. I quietly walked down the hall and straight to Davian's room. His door was closed. I held the doorknob and gently pulled it downwards.

It was open.

I pushed it open quietly, it creaked and I froze, looking at the asshat on his bed, sleeping and snoring loudly. He laid on his bed like a ten year old, one leg in Africa and the other in Asia.

How in the world did Cynthia and other girls endure this?

Pig.

I didn't fully open the door and tiptoed in, praying that he doesn't wake up.

I shook my head irritatedly as I stared at him. His room had lots of posters of girls in bikinis and that wrestler who was huge and murderous. Shit. What's his fucking name? Oh yeah - Brock Lesnar, there were just two posters of him and then about six posters of girls in bikini's. Ew.

Why doesn't he have a photo of a guy in shorts, with toned skin, six packs and green eyes, well blue is fine too with a nice smile? Ugh.

Oh you gay soul.

Anyways,

I returned back to my senses. I needed to be quick and careful while I was in the devil's room. I looked around his room, where should i start from?

Davian's room was a bit of a mess, clothes laying around and I wondered how it was this way when we had maids even.

Back to my question, where do I check for something?

Drawers.

The drawers were close to his bed. I squatted down quietly, looking at him and praying he remains asleep. I opened the first drawer and frowned in disgust, a magazine with naked girls in it. I was grossed out, I picked it up and then it hit me.

What if he has jerked off on that magazine?

I swiftly threw it and almost screamed but bit my tongue to keep me quiet and it hurt but worked as well.

Fucking cumrag. I mentally cursed.

I began wiping my hands off with his pants which I picked from the floor. I checked the drawer again, carefully this time, but no were no signs of his keys. I opened the second drawer and the first thing I saw was a porn CD. I threw my hands up in frustration and looked at the snoring Davian.

"Really, Dave? You are one dirty, hopeless creature." I snarled. 

I really just hope I get through this night.

Ha. Did I say one porn disk?

I looked deeper into the dresser.

Okay, not one porn disk, four.

Wow. Does he even have any sperm left?

I went back to searching, the three drawers didn't have the keys in them. I stood up with a frustrated sigh, I used his pants to pick up his magazine and put it back in before closing them all.

Davian turned to my direction and I held my breath in fear, staying still that I felt like I had turned invincible, or hoped I was.

God please.

I shut my eyes, praying that this moron wouldn't see me. And God, even if he wakes up, lord make him blind.

It wasn't long before the troll began to snore again and I clutched my chest, letting out a silent sigh of relief.

"I hate you." I mouthed to the sleeping boy.

Where could it be?

I looked around. I began to check his pants, but they were empty.

"Shit," I was starting to get angry. I went into his closet and checked his clothes but it weren't there either. I practically checked everywhere but it was no were to be found.

I angrily walked back to Davian, standing right in front of him.

"Where in the world did you keep your fucking keys you man whore!" I whisper yelled but in a way only I could hear.

Davian turned in his bed, looking away and to the wall making the pillow move with him and then I saw it.

The keys. They were under his fucking pillow the entire time!

I grinned. "You mother fucker!" I moved closer to him and knelt on the side of his bed, I stretched my hand towards the pillow, slowly putting my hand under it gently, I couldn't make mistakes. I was sweating so bad, my hands went under it but he turned again and I could feel his head on my hand. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, scared that he might open his eyes and beat the crap out of me.

My hand was stuck, I covered my mouth to avoid whatever sound could mistakenly come out. I could feel the keys touch my hand but Davian laid on it now.

Move! Goddamn it!!

But he didn't.

I finally decided to take matters into my own hand, literally into my own hands. I placed my other hand under his head and slowly rose it up carefully and gently. As his head rose from the pillow, I pulled my hand away from beneath it, right after I had grabbed the keys. Once my hand was out, I put his head back on it. I let out silent gasps of relief while thanking God before standing up, I exited the room the same way I had come in and closed the door gently.

Going out was more easy..

With a big smile I turned and a gasp escaped my mouth from seeing who stood in front of me. "J-June."

What. The. Fuck?

"What were you doing in Davian's room?" June asked, her brows knitted. She was in her cream night pyjamas.

"Hmm?" I acted dumb.

"And isn't that Davian's car keys?" She asked pointing at the keys in my hand which I had used to clutch my chest when I saw her. I quickly put the hand that held the keys behind my back.

"No."

"Elvis? What are you up t-"

"Y-You are dreaming!"

"Huh?" Her brows furrowd.

"This...is a dream. I m-mean, really think about it. What would I be doing in Davian's room in real life when I hate him so much?" I snorted. "Right?"

"Hmm...that is kinda true."

"See," I fake chuckled. "Now this is all a bad dream that you must not tell anyone about. And in this dream, this...this room right here." I pointed at Davian's room. "Its mine, and Davian has my room but....yours stays the same way, so go back to your room." I said in a soft, whisper like tone.

"But I just wanna get water." June pouted, trying to pass through.

"Bad idea." I blocked her part. "There's a um...a uh. A dragon? Yes. A dragon downstairs."

"Are you lying to me?"

"I—I would never. There is someone evil downstairs, a uh, a witch."

She gasped, her eyes widen. "Is it the one from Merlin?" She grinned.

"What?" I blinked. "No. No. Not the one from Merlin, it's your mother trying to kill you."

"My mother?" She frowned.

"Mmhmm," I nodded. "She thinks you're stupid and wants you dead." I said.

"My own mom? I mean I would understand if she does that to you, but...me?"

Bitch.

"Listen, you are sleepwalking like you always do. A-And your mother is a full blown witch, possessed." I said, slowly putting the keys in my pocket.

Now, I knew June was plain stupid, but I never knew to what extent.

"So," I held her hand. "You should run back to your room, lock your door and go back to bed. Shut your eyes and drift to another world of sleep, cause if she sees you she'll kill you and don't tell anyone even when you wake up that you saw me."

"So, this is...like our little secret?"

"Mmhmm," I nodded. "It will be kinda like Alice in wonderland."

June slowly nodded. "Yeah, but she wasn't in a dream."

I gave her a blank expression. "Are you gonna run or what?"

"But..."

I gasped. "I can hear her and the dragon's footsteps. Can't you hear them?" I asked, looking behind me to check if anyone was coming.

June shook her head in fear.

"Your mother is saying she wants your blood." I bit my lower lip.

"You c-can hear him?" She asked in a whisper.

"Y-Yeah, I'm..I'm psychic in your dream." I shrugged.

"Awesome." she giggled and it disappeared a second later. "Thank you, Elv." she said and ran back to her room.

"Don't.....call me that." I said as she closed her room door. I let out a sigh of relief.  "Thank God." I said as I looked at her door.

"NowXm, June. I leave half of this to you. You're gonna do a little of my job for me." I said and went back to my room.

FLASHBACK
THIRD PERSON POV

"This is your library?"  Joshua asked the ten year old boy as they both walked in. Joshua's eyes widen once he saw how huge it was. There were a lot of rows of books and beautiful colourful flowers that complimented the library. The lights were brighter than anything Joshua had seen and it looked enchanted.

"I feel like I'm in that one cartoon." He said as he looked around.

"The beauty and the beast?" Elvis asked as he turned to Joshua with a big smile.

"Yes. That one." He grinned, but quickly cleared his throat and the smile disappeared. "Or whatever, it's for girls." He added.

Elvis snorted. "My mother said that makes no sense. Boys and girls can enjoy the same thing, the same movies or whatever. I don't think it was specified that a movie about s girl who was kidnapped was for girls only." Elvis said as he walked.

Joshua pouted as he followed closely behind Elvis. "My brother sometimes says the opposite."

"Kai?"

"Ivan." Joshua corrected.

"Hmm. He's an idiot."

"He's not."

"Well, I'm sorry but he sounds like one." Elvis shrugged.

Joshua smiled. "He is an idiot."

They both laugh.

"But don't tell him I said so."

"I will keep your secret." Elvis smiles.

"So what kinda books do you people have here?"

"Every kind!" Elvis grinned. "It's my mother's favourite room in the house. We also have a piano here. The books range from fairytale creatures to the supernatural and even action, romance, and there are some scary ones here too."

Joshua was intrigued. "I like action."

"I'm not a fan of action. I have a very crazy imagination, so it plays out in my head as I read them." Elvis said as he walked to a corner.

"I've never seen a library as beautiful as this one." Joshua said, still awed by the scenery.

"Wait till you see where this leads to." Elvis said with a grin and pulled a curtain rope, the curtains pull aside revealing a door.

Joshua watches in awe, his heart thumping in excitement at what could be on the other side.

"Come on!" Elvis giggled. Joshua hurriedly followed Elvis behind the curtains.

They both climb up the stairs, holding the blue railings. Joshua took notice of the colour as he ran up the stairs, both boys grinning. They arrive at a door and Elvis excitedly opens it and goes in. Joshua follows and is hit with a cold breeze.

Up here, Joshua felt like he could see the entire world. The tall buildings in their town, he could see how high they were from here. The beautiful lights from the houses made it seem like heaven. He could see the sea, and every human below them looked almost like ants.

It was cold, beautiful and relaxing. The balcony had trees beside it that begot fruits close to the balcony. There were two chairs and Elvis smiled in anticipation of Joshua's reaction.

"It's boring." Joshua said. "Its just a stupid balcony."

"Shut up, it's not." Elvis sighed divided the cupcake in his hand into two, handing to Joshua. "This is where all the magic happens, dummy."

"What do you mean?" Joshua questioned as he took it from Elvis and they both ate.

"From here, you use your imagination. You see the sea there?" Elvis pointed at it.

Joshua looks. "Yeah?"

"That's the exact same sea King Triton lives in, he has seven daughters who are all mermaids."

"That's stupid, Elvis."

"Shh." Elvis stops him. "Up here, I am Lord Reeves and you are my servant."

Joshua frowns. "Why am I your servant?"

Elvis sighs. "Just play along."

"I don't wanna be your servant. I can be a knight."

"Okay, fine! You're my Knight Saerus, or do you have a problem with the name?"

Joshua shrugs. "Saerus is good."

"Okay. So you are supposed to protect me and deliver me straight to my parents."

"Protect you from what?" Joshua questions. He looks at the child with a crazy imagination.

Elvis points at the tall building in front of them. "That dragon! He's a soul eater! Get your sword now, Knight Saerus!" Elvis hands him a small stick which was laying on the floor.

And just like that, the imaginative boy shared his imagination with Joshua. Joshua found himself wearing a knight amour and holding a sword. He looked over at Elvis and sees the boy in a royal wear, a crown on his head. Joshua turns his gaze to the tower and in his eyes, it transformed into a dragon.

How powerful was this little boy's imagination?

Joshua grinned and played the role of the knight assigned to him. The two pretended to fight enemies with Joshua pretending to save Elvis from a dragon and bad guys. They both played in the library and in different rooms and then found themselves back where they all met.

"Elvis! Joshua!" Giselle calls and the two swiftly turn, a big smile on both their faces. "Where have you both been?!" She asks as she approaches them. She notices the stick in Joshua's hand and the paper crown that had been coloured childlike on Elvis's head, made by Joshua. "I see you both have met and....played."

Elvis nods. "Joshua is really nice."

"He is, isn't he?" Giselle beams. "Okay, Elvis, you need to go to your mom, she's been looking for you. Play time's over, sweetie."

Elvis takes the crown off his head and hands it to Joshua. "Hold this for me, okay?"

Joshua nods with a smile.

"It was nice meeting you, Saerus, I mean...Joshua." Elvis laughed.

"You too, Lord Reeves!" Joshua salutes.

Giselle smiles at the boys. "I am glad you both are friends."

Elvis nods. "Giselle, I think it's really cool how you named your kids." Elvis says. "With the alphabet. I for Ivan, J for Joshua and K for Kai. Except if Kai is short for Malakai."

Giselle chuckles. "It's short for Kaiden."

"See! Smart." He grins and hugs Joshua. "Bye." He then whispers. "You can't also tell your mom I ate a cupcake, we both shared one remember." He says before pulling away.

Joshua stares with his eyes wide while Elvis giggles. "See you later, Joshua! I need to find my mom and dad." Elvis says as he runs.

"He's a good kid, isn't he?" Giselle asks.

Joshua nods. "He's also very crazy, ma."

Giselle laughs. "This family? They all love each other, and Calla will always be the madam of this house." She beams. "Now come on, let's get rid of that stick." Giselle says as she takes it from him. "It's a big party."

ANOTHER FLASHBACK
YEARS LATER

"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?

• Author's NOTE

Am i about to make Cinderelvis kinda a musical? It seems like it.

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