Chapter 68 - Chapter 68 - The pen

Couples fight a lot.. they fight over small arguments like who is the bigger spoon and who forgot to get the groceries.. it's normal.
But in his case, it was not normal.
They were not a couple and Dylan was nothing more than a stranger who happens to be assigned by the sun god to be his beloved. Just that and nothing more.
"Why the heck did I even start this fight..." he walked back to the study.
They both were just strangers and it was his mistake that he had expectation on Dylan. He expected his beloved to back him up at least a bit when he was overpowered. But he just sat there.
Dylan did explain it and the completely seemed very logical.
But logic did not register in her foggy brain.
At that moment all he could think of that action as betrayal..
"Fuck... I really acted like a hormonal teenager."
They should not have fought. They should not have. Not when they were stuck in this situation
Nicolai was the person who needed Dylan's help the most.
"I didn't want to fight darn it…...." he mumbled, entering the study. He was more than ready to be the greater person and apologize.
The study was empty.
His illogical mind ran amok. Rage built up in his small body. 'He left just like that.. I left the room for just a few minutes and I come back to an empty room. What did I expect..'
He plopped down on the chair.
Suddenly a small thought arose in his mind. 'Maybe he left because I was too harsh on him. did I hurt him too much... he deserved it though... after what he did he deserves it. Nico, you can't be guilty. You have to fight for the vampires.' He told himself multiple times. 'Let's forget about him and get to business.'
Glancing at the document pile, his anger rose up again. "he should have done a good job. Look at this mess,"
The whole table was filled with documents that were actually slipping down. He had to catch a few occasionally.
He couldn't just keep important documents on the floor. he might forget them.
The table had four drawers. He planned on storing them there, but to his dismay, it was all locked.
"Why would they lock this.." he searched around the table for the key. It was in a pretty noticeable place.
Nicolai unlocked the first locker. Inside was a bunch of black pens all scattered around. Some of them were in a broken state and some were so worn out that the color had rubbed off it.
"Wow someone is obsessed with pens." He picked one up curiously. "plastic. Didn't just boat to me that he banned plastic usage. Why does he have a butt load of it."
Most of the pens in there did not have ink in them. After testing ten or fifteen of them, he just gave up and closed that drawer. Only one pen that was on the table worked.
He opened up the next one. it was the same as the first one. filled with pens...
"Why does he have so many pens?" He opened the last two drawers only to find a butt load of pens. "He has a pen hoarding problem,"
Nicolai just then realized he wasted almost twenty minutes on the pens. "Darn it. I can't get distracted like this. I can't be irresponsible like mister alpha king,"
He read through a few of the simple requests and approved the ones which seem absolutely necessary.
"Pen.. where is the pen.." he rummaged through the clutter on the table and found a black pen in the corner. "Ah ha, here it is,"
He signed the document and set it neatly in a corner.
'the two alpha who are having territorial fights will be summoned soon. I need to ask Killian how to deal with them.'
This meeting was a great chance for him to establish his power and authority amongst the elderly wolves in the arctic pack and the other alphas who come to witness and judge this fight.
'How can we deal with alphas though?.'
Nicolai had only seen one alpha in his life and that was Dylan's dad. He was headstrong. had a gruff sarcastic tone and buff arms. He was too prideful as well and would never go back on his word.
'Are all alpha's like that...' he bit into the back of the pen.
{'Come on Rue, are you seriously taking photos while eating? Aren't you hungry? Ai thought you were,'} a sudden voice startled him still. He tossed the pen aside.
"What the heck…" he glanced around. There was no one else in the room except him and the thousand other pens.
The sound was coming from the pen he had tossed away.
Curiously, he crawled close and peered at it.
{Oh my god, you spilled ketchup on my shoes! It's white god darn it! it's going to stain!'}
"Rue? Wait… is that my voice…"
It was in fact his voice and it was recorded a few hundred years ago. Rue had taken him out to the nearby food shack and spilled ketchup all over his white vans. He had been pissed for a long time. The girl apologized and he magnanimously forgave her.
"No I remember I stole her vans. We both wear the same shoe size…." He chuckled softly. "Why is this recording here… I remember it was a video…."
Suddenly, a realization arose.
"the pens…" he grabbed the pen and ran to check the drawers.
The pens were similar. They were all recording devices…
Seeing this brought a weird pain in his heart. He frantically searched through the other drawers on the shelf behind him. Even those stored a lot of the same pen recorder.
In his frantic search, so many of the pens were scattered on the ground.
With trembling hands, he picked them all up one by one.
"He… he has this for thousands of years…."
"Nico?" Dylan came to the door. "I… heard a noise.. are you okay.. why are you…. oh the pens. Don't take me the wrong way. I had them because.. I,"
Nico threw himself into his arms, sobbing silently.
"Are you crying.. oh shit I'm sorry for having your recorded voice without consent I know it was my fault. Please don't cry.. please…"
"Dylan… what should I do.. I'm confused. I am left with a choice. Either to choose you and betray the vampire kind or chose the vampire and reject you.. What will I do.. I don't wish to make a choice. I can't lose either."