Chapter 51

Claudia's POV
The room fell silent. Everyone was looking at one another with wide-eyes, except for Maxwell who was looking at me intently. It was the first time that I had see him looking at me without glaring. My eyes wandered to Westley who was glaring at the ground. My Uncle held his head down low in shame. Clara was looking at me with guilt while Kenneth was massaging his forehead.
"Well?" My voice was a mixture of anger and confusion. I wanted to know the truth but at the same time, I was scared of it. My eyes kept going from one face to another, waiting for someone to speak. All of them were looking at each other as if trying to decide who's going to tell me "the truth". I felt like I was in a movie where the girl is in the same place but at the end, she knows that they're spies. Please tell me they're not spinning.
"If no one's going to tell her then I will!" Maxwell snapped, glaring at each and everyone in the room (except for me). Westley let out a sigh and rubbed his temples
"Clua," Westley cleared his throat with his gazed focused on me
"I didn't want it to come to this but I guess you were bound to know. Claudia, you're not who you think we are," His voice shook as he said that. Benson's eyes were full of fear, same went for Clara and Kenneth. Maxwell remained emotionless. I replayed what he said over and over again.
"What do you mean?" The tension in the room was unbearable. You could hear the sound of a pin if it dropped. Westley rubbed his temples then crossed his arms
"We're royals, Claudia." I was a little surprised by his statement but confused as well. That's it? That's what they were going to tell me? Okay, boo hoo, they're royals, so what
"Uh, okay?" I didn't really understand what they implied. I heard a chuckle coming from the other end of the room. All heads turned to Kenneth who was smirking. When he noticed all attention was on him, his smile fell down
"That's it? You're royals? No offence guys but so what? Uh, what do you expect me to do?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. Benson was glaring daggers at Westley; as was Kenneth, Clara, Uncle Mark (I almost forgot he was even in the room) and surprisingly, Maxwell.
"Good job dipshit, great goin'!" Benson growled as he smacked Westley at the back of his head
"What did you expect me to do, moron?" Was Westley's reply which earned him another smack
"Stop hitting me," Westley hissed, his eyes going darker and darker with each moment passing by.
"Would you stop it already?" Kenneth ordered but the other two kept shooting threats at one another. Seeing Clara's bored expression, I nearly laughed. I know it wasn't the right moment to do so but it was so funny, especially with dipshit and moron throwing insults at each other
"Stop!" Both Westley and Benson froze in their places as my Uncle's booming voice was heard. I couldn't help but let a small laugh escape my lips. Many eyes settled on me, including Maxwell's. I can see frustration taking over his features; maybe I was right, maybe he is 'Mr. I got temper'.
"Claudia, I wanted to talk to you about this very issue a long time ago but was afraid of your reaction," my Uncle stated. I crossed my arms and waited for the big bomb. They're royals, okay what's next? Them being supernatural beings?
"Claudia, we're royals. Supernatural royals." My jaw hit the floor the exact second those words left Westley's mouth. He must be crazy
"Couldn't you think of a better joke? I mean come on; I'm not an idiot to believe this stuff." I rolled my eyes and started laughing. Man he's crazy if he thinks that I'm going to believe this sort of dumb shit. He's so wrong
"Claudia, he's not joking," Uncle Mark's serious voice cut my laughter. I looked at him and swallowed loudly when I noticed the look on his face. It screamed out 'no joke
"W-wait, you're joking right?" I stuttered, looking at them as if they were some sort of aliens. I was practically going haywire. No-no this can't be true. I took a couple of steps backwards, trying to touch the knob. I must get away from here. They must be crazy or hallucinating. When my hand reached it, I turned around and tried to open the door but it didn't open.
"Not so easy princess." I let out a small scream when I saw Kenneth right next to me. He had his hand on the door, blocking me from getting out of the room
"How did you-" I put a hand on my forehead and breathed heavily. No, this can't be true. Supernatural being aren't real or are they
"I'm a vampire," Kenneth answered coolly, snapping me out of my thoughts. You need to stay strong, Claudia
"Prove it," I stated, crossing my arms with a challenging look on my face. The only thing Kenneth did was shrug and take a few steps back. I wondered how he was taking this situation so-so..
"Calmly?" Kenneth asked, making my eyes widen. He had a small smile on his face.
"It's part of being a vampire." He paused, "I think." He scrunched his face, making him look funny
"Oh well." He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. He closed his eyes and waited for a few seconds. I put a hand on my mouth as I started seeing fangs. They looked so sharp and dangerous, and were white as snow. I gasped when Remus opened his eyes, they were so dark
"It's part of transforming," he said then walked and sat next to Maxwell
"Oh yeah," Benson was the one to talk now
"Reading minds and high speed is what Kenneth can also do." Benson grinned then pointed at himself.
"But I can do better." He licked his lips making him look devilish
"You should know that I'm hotter Benson" Kenneth put a finger on his chest pointing at himself with a sparkle in his eyes.
"In your dreams, sucker." Benson rolled his eyes then stood up, flexing his muscles
"Now this." He looked at me and continued,
"Is what the ladies love." I think Benson was imagining himself in a photo shoot since he was making poses. Kenneth stood up and got close to Benson
"Wanna bet pretty boy?" I heard Clara 'ooh' when Kenneth said that. Maxwell chuckled (oh it's a miracle, the boy can actually laugh!)
"Not again," Westley groaned rubbing his temples.
"Okay people!" He snapped, making all attention fall on him once again.
"Let's go back to the subject then you two can argue about who's hotter; even though both of you are ugly," he barked. Boy was he angry. Benson and Kenneth were about to retort but when Westley held his finger, then huffed.
"Damn shit ruining my fun," he mumbled, making us roll our eyes. Kenneth mumbled shut the hell up earning a smack from Clara.
"Uhh… as you saw, Kenneth is a vampire, well a vampire prince." Westley started looking nervous as hell.
"Benson is the prince of werewolves." Benson winked at me and got a smack from Kenneth.
"Stop flirting you whore," he murmured. Both of them fell face-first onto the floor and groaned. Clara had her hands on her hips glaring at the guys. She mumbled 'bitches' then sat on the sofa.
"I'm the prince of angels along with Clara, who is the princess of angles," Westley continued,
"Maxwell is the prince of the demons and your Uncle is the king of witches." He waited a few seconds, letting everything sink in. Maxwell seemed unfazed by what Westley said; he was looking outside the window like nothing happened at all.
To say I was shocked was an understatement. I was stunned. Never have I ever thought that this would even happen. Never have I ever thought that super naturals are real but right now, everything seems to be true.
My mind went to the English literature class. The story of the witches, how Maxwell reacted in class, how Mrs. Whitney looked at me and whispered how special I am, everything just clicked together. If Uncle Mark was king then…
I looked at Uncle Mark and he nodded as if he read my mind. My father was the king of witches, he was the one that fell in love with a mortal, my mom. Everyone was impatiently waiting for my reaction. It's like they were scared of what I was going to do
Everything became too much. I just couldn't handle it. My vision became blurry and I felt dizzy. My body hit the floor with a loud thud and all I saw was black. 
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