The Glitter Prince
Genre: Fantasy
Length: 2,556 words
Publisher & ISBN
JMS Books LLC / 9781935753582
If the Glitter Prince wants you, he'll have you.
Aren's brother Drae left weeks ago to pledge himself to the elusive Prince. When he doesn't return, she sets out to find him and, hopefully, bring him home. Why would the Glitter Prince want her brother?
She won't like the answer to that question.
This story appears in the print collection, Bones of the Sea and Other Stories.
Excerpt
Drae.
He was five years older than Aren, but she had always been overprotective of him. He was tall and skinny, with spiked hair dyed an inky black, and muddy brown eyes he rimmed with dark liner and mascara. He favored tight jeans that cut into his ass and cock, clunky boots, safety pins, dog collars, and cropped tank tops flaunting his pale stomach and thin arms. For as long as she remembered, he had talked of nothing but the Glitter Prince.
“He’s beautiful,” Drae breathed. That was the morning after the party at Times Square. “He looked at me -- at me!”
Aren snorted. “I doubt he saw you.” Drae could be vain at times. “There were thousands of people --”
“He saw me,” Drae insisted. “When the Glitter Prince looks at you, honey, you know. I felt his eyes behind mine; I felt his thoughts in my head.” The look in his bloodshot eyes scared her, and he lowered his voice to an awed whisper. “He wants me to come to him.”
“No,” she said, but Drae just nodded, his eyes glazed over with lust, a silly grin plastered to his face.
“No,” she said as he packed his few belongings into a small rucksack.
“No,” she said as she watched him walk away.
That had been two weeks ago. When she hadn’t heard from him after a few days, she began to worry. She hung out at his clubs and talked to the bands passing through, but no one knew anything. They hadn’t heard he left and didn’t know where he was. “If he’s gone to the Glitter Prince,” an aged punk screamer said between sets, puffing on a crumpled joint, “he ain’t coming back.”
“How do I find him?” Aren asked.
The punk shrugged. “You don’t. If he wants you, the Glitter Prince finds you.”
“What would he want with Drae?” Aren asked, but the punk just shrugged again, flicked away his roach, and left.