down to me and turned from Gabriel.
“If I am a monster you are just so, my son.”
As Levi spoke and said the name that Gabriel had often given to him I looked up into the furious eyes of the monster. I saw all of him; I saw every day that we had spent together, every smile, every cruel and kind thing he had done. Levi would never have put a hand to me, no matter what I did, he proved as much when I told him about Oliver.
“Just go,” Gabriel uttered, as he held his wrist in place.
“Gladly,” I said, turning from him, disappointment and fury in my heart.
“Victoria...”
As Gabriel reached out for me Levi stepped in his way, “if you so much as look at her again I will not have to think twice about killing you,” he uttered with darkness radiating from his every word.
As he took my hand and led me down the stairs and out of Gabriel’s house I could feel his darkness pulse through him. I found comfort in the shadows and clung to them to take away the pain that I felt in my chest as I was torn between both of my creator’s, the man who’s blood ran through my veins and the man who’s heart rested besides mine.
“Are you ok?” he asked as I sat staring blankly ahead in the passenger seat of his car.
I ran my hand along my left arm and shrugged, “I guess.”
He took my hand and ran his thumb soothingly across the back of it. “I won’t let anyone else hurt you. I’ll fix this I promise.”
“I know,” I said quietly, returning that age old smile of painted on reassurance that meant little more than a poor man’s promise of gold.
Chapter 8
“What you’re doing is really creepy,” I said, my eyes still closed as I l ay in my bed facing away from the door.
Levi laughed as I turned around to sit up in his first guest bed.
I stretched up and his eyes moved around my naked body. I bowed my head hiding a smile as I walked across the room and shrugged on my dressing gown. “What’s up?”
He pushed his right hand through his hair and cleared his throat before he shook his head with a lost boy’s smile playing on his lips. “I wanted to make sure that the bogey man hadn’t taken you in the night.”
“Still here,” I said quietly as I walked over to him. I frowned and pulled at his shirt, “Yellow?”
He took my hand and intertwined his fingers through mine.
“Clarence,” he muttered. With a sigh he pulled me to my bed and sat beside me. “Are you ok?”
I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip, letting out a breath I raised my left shoulder and a lopsided smile fell onto my face, “I don’t really know.” I looked across to the window and pictured Gabriel’s broken face. “What’s wrong with Gabriel?”
Levi shrugged carelessly and looked down to me, “Where do I start?”
“No, I mean, what did you do to him that made him so…”
“Bitter?” When I didn’t make any noise about his comment he smiled down to me and gently pushed my chin up to look at him. “You,” he said quietly, “you are the reason why he hates me. Gabriel is no more to me than an obligation, and never was, I was led to him by whatever you wish to believe and that is why he shared my immortal blood. We detested each other from the start, I only put up with him because my better judgement told me that he would best serve me alive . It wasn’t until 1803 when I was in London that things started to become clearer . I had reluctantly followed Katelyn so that she could visit the old man, I never did see why she bothered with him. Anyway, whilst they were off doing whatever it was that they did I went for a walk around the
“If I am a monster you are just so, my son.”
As Levi spoke and said the name that Gabriel had often given to him I looked up into the furious eyes of the monster. I saw all of him; I saw every day that we had spent together, every smile, every cruel and kind thing he had done. Levi would never have put a hand to me, no matter what I did, he proved as much when I told him about Oliver.
“Just go,” Gabriel uttered, as he held his wrist in place.
“Gladly,” I said, turning from him, disappointment and fury in my heart.
“Victoria...”
As Gabriel reached out for me Levi stepped in his way, “if you so much as look at her again I will not have to think twice about killing you,” he uttered with darkness radiating from his every word.
As he took my hand and led me down the stairs and out of Gabriel’s house I could feel his darkness pulse through him. I found comfort in the shadows and clung to them to take away the pain that I felt in my chest as I was torn between both of my creator’s, the man who’s blood ran through my veins and the man who’s heart rested besides mine.
“Are you ok?” he asked as I sat staring blankly ahead in the passenger seat of his car.
I ran my hand along my left arm and shrugged, “I guess.”
He took my hand and ran his thumb soothingly across the back of it. “I won’t let anyone else hurt you. I’ll fix this I promise.”
“I know,” I said quietly, returning that age old smile of painted on reassurance that meant little more than a poor man’s promise of gold.
Chapter 8
“What you’re doing is really creepy,” I said, my eyes still closed as I l ay in my bed facing away from the door.
Levi laughed as I turned around to sit up in his first guest bed.
I stretched up and his eyes moved around my naked body. I bowed my head hiding a smile as I walked across the room and shrugged on my dressing gown. “What’s up?”
He pushed his right hand through his hair and cleared his throat before he shook his head with a lost boy’s smile playing on his lips. “I wanted to make sure that the bogey man hadn’t taken you in the night.”
“Still here,” I said quietly as I walked over to him. I frowned and pulled at his shirt, “Yellow?”
He took my hand and intertwined his fingers through mine.
“Clarence,” he muttered. With a sigh he pulled me to my bed and sat beside me. “Are you ok?”
I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip, letting out a breath I raised my left shoulder and a lopsided smile fell onto my face, “I don’t really know.” I looked across to the window and pictured Gabriel’s broken face. “What’s wrong with Gabriel?”
Levi shrugged carelessly and looked down to me, “Where do I start?”
“No, I mean, what did you do to him that made him so…”
“Bitter?” When I didn’t make any noise about his comment he smiled down to me and gently pushed my chin up to look at him. “You,” he said quietly, “you are the reason why he hates me. Gabriel is no more to me than an obligation, and never was, I was led to him by whatever you wish to believe and that is why he shared my immortal blood. We detested each other from the start, I only put up with him because my better judgement told me that he would best serve me alive . It wasn’t until 1803 when I was in London that things started to become clearer . I had reluctantly followed Katelyn so that she could visit the old man, I never did see why she bothered with him. Anyway, whilst they were off doing whatever it was that they did I went for a walk around the
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