Chapter 8 - She Will be Mine

Lucas POV

Three days, three days had past since the vampire girl had given me the information, yet I had found barely anything. I had no idea where to even start.

After all, someone had managed to cloak her from everyone for the last 10 years. If she was in the mortal realm I would he able to feel it and track her through our bond. The bond was like a rope that tied her soul to mine. It had always been loose in that the bond had been formed, but we had not completed the ritual which would have created an unbreakable connection. A connection which would have overcome any magical boundaries. Being only children the last time I had laid eyes on Avalon it would have been unethical for our mothers to have put us through the ritual known as hand fasting.  Once that ritual had been completed then the rope would pull taught, tethering her soul to mine. What she would feel, I would feel. If she was hurt, I would be affected by it. If she died, so would I. But more importantly, we would become our strongest selves. Both a horribly dangerous fate and a glorious one.

As it stands at the moment, the bond was the loosest it has ever been. It has been since the night everyone thought she had died. It was like the rope was flying around, searching for her, but never finding her. Even know, knowing that she is out there, I had to force myself to concentrate to even feel the small flicker of life at the other end. It was enough to know that she was alive, but I could do nothing with that connection. The harder I tried to form a connection to her, the further away the connection seemed to get. Which could only mean one thing, her presence was still being masked.

In one way I was pleased, it meant she was safe and protected, for now. In another it was the most frustrating thing.

I run a hand through my hair for the hundredth time today in frustration. I felt helpless, and that was not a feeling I felt comfortable with. I liked control, and I never allowed my feelings to influence me. But with Avalon, all of that went out of the window. The years of beatings I had endured to ensure that anything that resembled emotions had been pulled out by the root yet now I could do nothing but feel. It made me sick to the stomach, they assaulted my every waking moment. Anger, frustration, worry, a burning passion that seemed to melt my frozen heart.

Even whilst I slept my mind would slip into a series of montages, recalling her face, her smile, her laugh. I would lie awake wondering what she looked like now. No matter how vivid the image I would create in my mind, I knew that the reality would be so much better than I could imagine. It made me want to tear my eyes out. I could feel myself spiralling into the dark hole of craziness.  

I used all of my new found cocktail of emotions and channelled them into the only outlet I had at my disposal. Interrogating the prisoners.

If I had a heart I would almost feel sorry for them, the interrogations always ended up bloody, and in most cases with a corpse being dragged from the cells. I had a whole arsenal of tools and a fuck load of frustration to pent out. By the end of each day, fingers and ligaments would litter the cell floors. Nails pulled from the roots, tongues disposed in dirty corners. Eyes gouged out and blood, the metallic tang was thick in the air and it clung to me like a cloak.

It didn’t matter how many victims I tortured, it didn’t ease the ranging frustration coursing through my veins and no matter how many creatures I threatened, none of them new anything that was of any help. They didn’t have any idea who Avalon Taylor was, or even who the St Leger's were. It was useless. No one knew anything.

I was careful in the guards I chose to accompany me down to the cells. Knowing that there was barely a handful of demons that I knew were loyal to me, and only me. My most trusted friend I had sent out to gather information from the mortal realm, but I was yet to hear from him. I couldn’t afford for my father to find out about Avalon, not yet anyway. I wasn’t sure what he would do if he knew she was still alive. Especially seeing at Lucien St Leger was in his pocket like a suckling babe.

I stare down at my latest victim. A werewolf. His black eyes had glazed over and his head fell limply back in an unnatural position. No surprise seeing as I had broken his neck. Skin hung from his chest from where I had peeled it off of him with a silver knife, blood still oozing from the open wound. I looked down to my hand almost noticing for the first time the silver blade still clutched in my first, the werewolves blood still warm and sticky between my fingers and under my nails. Dropping the knife with a loud clatter, I take a deep breath, breathing in the metallic air, so strong that the smell of blood danced on my taste buds. I close my eyes trying to calm the rage within me. I stalk from the cell, not even sparring a second glace at the dead creature I left behind.

I make it back to my quarters, slamming the heavy wooden door behind me which seemed to echo all through the apartment. My hands were back in my hair, not caring that I was still covered in blood. I wanted to scream. Nothing helped, nothing would take this feeling of helplessness away. I slammed my first into the solid stone wall. I barley felt the pain radiating up my arm. My knuckles smashed into tiny pieces, I would soon heal as if it had never happened.

Opening the drinks cabinet on the far side of the room, I pour myself a large glass of whisky and throw it back in one swift motion. Enjoying the burn as it passed the back of my throat.

The alcohol itself did nothing, for mortals it would maybe dull the senses, dissipate some of the ranging emotions battling inside. But for me, it held no effect. I have another before stepping into a large bathroom and running a shower.

The water felt soothing against my skin as I watch water turn from bright red to clear.

“My Lord, I have news.” A voice run out in my head.

“Lysander, have you found the girl?” my voice came out as a growl in my head, my patience breaking.

“Yes, my lord.”

“Where?” Even my voice to me sounded dangerous. The sheer power emanating through the mind link enough to make even the strongest demon cower.

“She’s with a Witch, in the east country.” I took a moment to think, trying to work out what witches lived in the east of England. It came to me like a punch to the face.

“Lilith.” My voice was almost a whisper.

“I believe so my lord, no one else would be able to hide her so well.” Lysander’s voice remained calm through the whole exchange, never one wavering. He had come to know my mood swings, he had know me from the moment we were brought here together. If I were to label it, we had become friends. I would trust him with my life, and now it would seem I would trust him with Avalon’s as well.

“If she is with Lilith then we have no hope in getting to her, not until she crosses back over. Watch the boarders closely Lysander, any change or if there is any sight of the girl alert me at once.” My voice was a command.

“Very well my lord, I will keep you apprised.” With that he was gone.

I turned off the water and lean my head against the cold tile of the bathroom wall. Allowing the water to drip from my body. The steam was still thick in the air. I could feel some of the frustration and stress of the last few days ebb away. It was barely enough, but at least I now knew where Avalon was. Lysander had done well to find out what he had. He did not know what importance Avalon held on me, only that I needed her. He never questioned me, he knew I would not send him on a thankless task for nothing. He would not disappoint me.

I pushed myself away from the wall and picking up a black fluffy towel from the linen closest wrap it around my waist. I walk out of the bathroom to be accosted by a half naked women stood leaning against the bedroom door frame.

My eyes trailed down her body, she wore nothing but a black lacy body con, which left little to the imagination. The material was shear, her tight nipples pulled the material taught. I stood out against her pale skin, it was almost translucent. Her long legs crossed at the ankles and a pair of black stilettos. There was once upon a time where the sight of this woman would make me take her to my bed. Things had changed. Avalon was alive, and I had no need of a cheap imitation.

“What are you doing here Angelique?” I asked coldly.

She tossed her black hair over her shoulder as she pushed herself from the door frame. Slowly walking towards me, I’m sure she thought she looked sexy. All I saw was a desperate whore. Her hand reached out hooking her index finger over my towel and running her finger between the towel and my lower abdomen in a suggestive manner. Biting her lips she looked up into my eyes.

“I think you know, Lucas.” Her voice was barley a whisper, reaching up she nibbled at my ear lobe. “I know you want me.” I laughed inwardly, if only she knew. Her very proximity made me feel sick. I couldn’t think of anything worse that allowing this harlot anywhere near me.

“Leave Angelique.” I stalk away from her making my way to a walk-in closet to the left of my large King size bed.

She watched me leave her mouth gaping open. I could hear her awkward shuffles as she chased after me.

“You're joking right?” she demands behind me. I pull some boxers out and pull them onto my legs, not caring what she saw. Selecting some jeans, I pull them on as well before turning to face her.

“No, now leave.” My voice cold laced with indifference. I didn’t care if I hurt her feelings, she meant less than nothing to me.

She smiled at me as if this was all some kind of joke. She sashayed towards me.

“Come on baby, you don’t mean that. Let me help you relax a bit.” She reached out with her hand, making a beeline for my manhood. Grabbing her hand and pinning to her side, I step towards her getting into her face.

“I said leave, you worthless bitch. I let you into my bed as a distraction. I used you Angelique. You mean less than nothing to me. Now get the Fuck out of my quarters and don’t come back.” My voice was low, menacing even. My eyes flashed black and I could see the flicker of fear in the depths of hers. Good, at least she understood. I watched as her eyes clouded, the weight of what I said finally registering in her tiny mind.

“You don’t mean it Lucas, you love me, I can feel it.” Her voice laced with pain. I laughed, a deep belly, bring a tear to your eye kind of laugh.

“Love you?” I laughed some more. “Oh you poor silly, stupid whore.” I let go of her wrist and walking backwards my eyes never leaving her I open the closest door, “You should have known Angelique, there is only one girl I could ever love.”

She ran out of the room, tears rolling down her cheeks. I listened and waiting to hear the heavy front door slam shut before I walked back into the closet to finish dressing. I felt no remorse or guilt for the way I spoke to her, she was a means to an end. What ever she thought there was between us was completely in her head. I certainly didn’t give her any notions that what was between us was anything but I few nights of fucking.

 I looked to my bed, knowing I wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight. Not know I knew where Avalon was. Taking a deep breath in, I apparated to the outskirts of Lilith’s borders. Her little cottage appeared in front of me. It was the first time I had been back to my childhood home, and a felt nothing. She left me, after all in the ever loving care of my good for nothing father. No the only thing I remotely care about is the girl that is staying there. I tried to take a step forward only to find that an invisible barrier prevented me from going any further.

A curtain twitched on the ground floor of the cottage. It was Lilith, she could feel my presence.

I cast a gaze around the rest of the property, hoping about all else that I would catch a glimpse of the girl who I held so dear in my heart for so long, but was only disappointed. Feeling so close to her I felt the bond between us pulse. Keeping a weary eye on the cottage before me, I can feel her presence. I take a deep breath, relief flooding my body. She is here, my Lonnie. And she will soon be mine once more. Knowing that this is a close as I would get for me, I turn and leave.