can breathe, he bends over and puts his hands on his knees as he lets out a loud curse, “ Dammit!”
He stands up straight again and begins to pace . “What the hell was that?” He scolds himself. “Why do you even care who she’s with? You don’t even know her.”
Alessandro takes a deep breath to calm himself down and begins to walk with a need to calm his restless spirit. “Ales, you gotta get your shit together, man.”
Alessandro sets off walking down the sidewalk outside of the club, not really caring where he is going. All he knows is he has to go somewhere and fast, as far as he can get from that place. He doesn’t know what happened back there. Anger was spilling over in him at the very thought of her there being groped by a man and seeming to enjoy it. It seemed wrong after their conversation today.
“Dammit!” he curses, trying once again to get the image out of his head.
He often wanders the streets at night alone, desperately hoping to find a distraction from the memories and guilt that has haunted him for so many years. Tonight is no different.
He has always refused to voice the events that had changed his world profoundly. The members of his order know what the end result was , but no one, not even his father or best friend, Michael, knows why his mother was there that day or what happened earlier that day before he stormed away. At the time he was in no shape to explain. Eventually, the questions stopped, so Alessandro kept it to himself.
***
That tragic day when his mother was killed was the worst day of his life. It will no doubt haunt him until the day he, too, finally dies. It was him she was out there looking for, away from the confines of protection. They had gotten into another fight about the lifestyle he had chosen. She wanted so desperately for her only son to be a normal boy, with a normal life. She gave up so much of herself and chose a shortened life to give him that, but he was acting too much like a spoiled rebellious teenager to even listen.
She could have easily let her beloved Marquis turn her into a vampire so she could be wit h him forever. But Alessandro was a mortal and watching him grow old while she stayed young and vibrant was too much for her to bear. So she decided to stay human so she could grow old naturally with him.
Alessandro insisted on becoming a Protector though. It was his destiny and nothing she said or did could ever change his mind and the more she pushed, the harder he fought.
He will never forget that day or the look on her angelic face. It has been branded in his brain ever since and it doesn’t matter if his eyes are opened or closed. He stormed out, leaving her crying in the foyer of their manor in Seattle, Washington. He said some really harsh things to her, things he desperately wishes he could take back.
He told her he would never live the life of a weak worthless human, and he’d rather be struck down by a Rogue than to ever become so pathetic. Cruel or not that is how he felt and he knew he was justified to feel that way. Just like he told Anna-Marie, a person should never apologize for their feelings, although it still doesn’t excuse him for intentionally hurting the one person he loved most by voicing them.
A few hours later the bartender from the local bar he frequented, who like him was a Protector, called the house to have someone pick him up because he was drunk and trying to pick fights with other patrons. She was the only person available to go, so she went to go find her son and bring him home.
He was a good foot or so taller than she was, so it made it difficult for her to bear his weight even though she turned down help from the bartender. She tried desperately to walk him to the car, when out of nowhere someone hit her from behind. She fell on the hard cement sidewalk with a drunk and barely conscious Alessandro beside her.
His eyes couldn’t focus
He stands up straight again and begins to pace . “What the hell was that?” He scolds himself. “Why do you even care who she’s with? You don’t even know her.”
Alessandro takes a deep breath to calm himself down and begins to walk with a need to calm his restless spirit. “Ales, you gotta get your shit together, man.”
Alessandro sets off walking down the sidewalk outside of the club, not really caring where he is going. All he knows is he has to go somewhere and fast, as far as he can get from that place. He doesn’t know what happened back there. Anger was spilling over in him at the very thought of her there being groped by a man and seeming to enjoy it. It seemed wrong after their conversation today.
“Dammit!” he curses, trying once again to get the image out of his head.
He often wanders the streets at night alone, desperately hoping to find a distraction from the memories and guilt that has haunted him for so many years. Tonight is no different.
He has always refused to voice the events that had changed his world profoundly. The members of his order know what the end result was , but no one, not even his father or best friend, Michael, knows why his mother was there that day or what happened earlier that day before he stormed away. At the time he was in no shape to explain. Eventually, the questions stopped, so Alessandro kept it to himself.
***
That tragic day when his mother was killed was the worst day of his life. It will no doubt haunt him until the day he, too, finally dies. It was him she was out there looking for, away from the confines of protection. They had gotten into another fight about the lifestyle he had chosen. She wanted so desperately for her only son to be a normal boy, with a normal life. She gave up so much of herself and chose a shortened life to give him that, but he was acting too much like a spoiled rebellious teenager to even listen.
She could have easily let her beloved Marquis turn her into a vampire so she could be wit h him forever. But Alessandro was a mortal and watching him grow old while she stayed young and vibrant was too much for her to bear. So she decided to stay human so she could grow old naturally with him.
Alessandro insisted on becoming a Protector though. It was his destiny and nothing she said or did could ever change his mind and the more she pushed, the harder he fought.
He will never forget that day or the look on her angelic face. It has been branded in his brain ever since and it doesn’t matter if his eyes are opened or closed. He stormed out, leaving her crying in the foyer of their manor in Seattle, Washington. He said some really harsh things to her, things he desperately wishes he could take back.
He told her he would never live the life of a weak worthless human, and he’d rather be struck down by a Rogue than to ever become so pathetic. Cruel or not that is how he felt and he knew he was justified to feel that way. Just like he told Anna-Marie, a person should never apologize for their feelings, although it still doesn’t excuse him for intentionally hurting the one person he loved most by voicing them.
A few hours later the bartender from the local bar he frequented, who like him was a Protector, called the house to have someone pick him up because he was drunk and trying to pick fights with other patrons. She was the only person available to go, so she went to go find her son and bring him home.
He was a good foot or so taller than she was, so it made it difficult for her to bear his weight even though she turned down help from the bartender. She tried desperately to walk him to the car, when out of nowhere someone hit her from behind. She fell on the hard cement sidewalk with a drunk and barely conscious Alessandro beside her.
His eyes couldn’t focus
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