A great man once said, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." He should have added an "aw, fuck it" on the end? That's the part I can't get right. "Fuck it, and fuck you," I say it, and I think it, and I never believe it.
You got me. Damn you, Anastasia, you got me.
The goddamn woman has just gone all Ancient on me and she seems to be out to prove a point.
Well, I am guessing her point is firmly directed at the fact that I moved our child to a location where only I can find him.
So her curse is still firmly within the depths of that body.
And I am going to give it to her, she is fucking strong, but god, now she has pissed me off. She is getting her shit right back.
Two seconds ago I had somewhat of a tinkle of feeling, my blood is boiling and all I can see around me is complete red as my anger is now only but flaring.
So as the group comes rushing towards me, I am still holding my stance in place. Then I drop my voi
Within my grip, I have one very angry Ancient that would, given the moment, rip my throat out to bits. But beyond all these snarling teeth and the urgency to slice at my body, I know lies my dear beloved that is probably just as surprised as all of us by the reappearance of the monster that we all thought had died a long time ago.Well, I guess that Connor was right…It is a curse that you can never escape.So as I start to apply that pressure with each ticking second, I need to remind myself that I am about to kill the only woman that I have ever loved and preferably the one that I will love for the rest of our eternity.And with that, as I look over to Connor, that is standing next to me, I only but nod my head, "Stand down." But there is a very concerned Ethan and Edward that only cock their heads at me in surprise, yet, "I said, stand down." With a slight raise of my voice but not enough to startle Anastasia, I repeat to them once again. "I sai
It is with a mood of unsettled defeat that each one of the Misfits steps off the plane into what is probably one of the worst rainy days that London has to throw at them. After much arguing and little resolution, we had decided to return home. Breyden and Lilith are in the wind, and there is no way of knowing where they are, so to say that it is pointless in running all over New York City looking for two people that might not even be there is a truth that settled rather soon.So with a newfound spring in our steps and the determination to find them at all costs, we boarded a plane back home to come to find that much-needed rest that we all deserve. But after endless hours confined in such a small place, we all were faced with the thoughts of to which lengths Breyden will still go to save Lilith, that is if she is not already saved or even worse, if she is not, in fact, dead.But these are thoughts that we do not wish to entertain as Ethan, Connor, Anastasia, and I pile
Standing in the kitchen with the Winchaser brothers feels like something that should not be from this world. Never in my years, and I am sure as with them too, have I ever thought that I would stand among the same table as two Hunters.There has barely been a wink of sleep between all present, including the poor Vampire Hunter, Zachariah. The man might as well take his residence in the Belmont house, but I don't think that that jealous part of my ego will allow him to stay alive for very long.Though that aside, I take a position next to Connor that is pointing at an article that has popped up on the screen of his laptop. So it is with great intent that we all listen as he speaks, "There has been an incident in town where a man's body has been ripped to shreds."I only but look at him rather concerned, "Werewolf?""Yes," he confirms as he seems to miraculously pull up a coroner's report, and with only a wink, he points to the very obvious. "And his heart
It is another stormy night; the rain is coming down in a loud pitter-patter as it is beating against the window. The wind is howling, leaving a somewhat ominous sound traveling through the hallways. I am here in the darkness of my room, or as they shall say courters. Well, I do find it an odd word to call four walls.In silence, I am staring at the ceiling, focussing on one little pesky bug that I fear will drop onto me any second now. Now true to Vampire style, I have a great Victorian bed with the red curtains and matching linen to go with that. Well, if you are two-hundred-and-eighty, you grow accustomed to certain things.Now, something else that I have grown accustomed to for the past year of my Vampire life is these exact words, "Sebastian, we have a problem." My question being, can no one else in this house possess the skill to solve a problem? But, what else is new for me is that Edward is not the one that is knocking at my door.My beloved has come to i
I do believe that I have just dug my own grave. Now the question begs, do I inform the boys of my intention, or do I go and create complete chaos on my own. I mean, how much mischief can a bunch of Vampires and a Hunter cause, and let us not forget Breyden that, well, the man does find the urge to heal things still.My mind is made up; I shall not be giving the boys a call. I know what their immediate reaction shall be, and they don't even know that we seem to have lost Stefan. Stefan that is now causing his own havoc, believing that elders possess powers.Well, I do believe the boy has his species mistaken, for he is not a Highlander. The most powerful Vampire is me, and he ain't getting anything if he even gets close enough to kill me. God knows what the child does once he has killed the elder, I do have a fairly good idea, but I shall not mention it aloud.And while I am thinking this, I watch as Breyden is about to open his mouth, "You shall know better to k
I think that I have just died and gone to Vampire hell.I am far too scared to turn around and face the man that is behind me. Now, which way shall I go? There is the incredible urge in me to just head on forward and run away, leave Roberto and Anastasia to deal with him. To be honest, it is their big mouths that got us standing here. I can now kick myself for listening to my reckless brother and my restless wife.Needless to say, I opt to turn around and not act like a coward."Ethan, Connor, it is good to see you fellows again."Connor clears his throat rather loudly and steps forward with a rather large dagger in his hand. "Now, what did we discuss about the no hunting thing?""It truly is not my fault," I try to explain. "It is my dear brother and wife's fault."I stand and watch as Ethan bursts out in laughter, "God, don't tell me there are two of you?""Well, you shall be glad to know that he is far worse than me.""How o
I have fallen into a hole, yes, a hole. It is one of those holes that you disguise with grass. Well, my ass has landed me in one. Now, why on earth shall this man have a trap at the front of his gate? Does this also mean that Stefan has not been here yet? But here is where I am being rather dim; of course, the boy can launch himself out of it, which is exactly what I am going to do.Now, if I thought that launching out was going to be the easiest thing, I should have stayed down there. Next, I hear the click of a gun that is being cocked and another one with a clip that is being unloaded then uploaded again. Yes, I have met the very men that I do not wish to have met.A welcoming group of gangsters.I guess the hole is actually aimed for them, and I have just shown them the perfect opportunity to miss it. I do hope Connor realizes that when I do see him again, that I am ripping his clever ass head off. But before I can even bring out my claws, I need to respectf
If ever there was perfect timing, then that is our dear Stefan dying and not finishing his last words. Well, could the man not have told me before I so casually drove a dagger through his heart and in so ending the only, which is believe for now, but could be the only way how we shall know what this legacy is that I shall fulfill.But, that shall be the least of my problems at the current time.I do have a rather furious, Connor Windchaser looking at me waiting to drive his own very dagger through my heart. "I suggest you start talking about this brother of yours."I only but shrug my shoulders at him not having much of a clue about his request, "My dear Connor." And that is exactly where he stops me, "My dear Sebastian, don't even think of starting to sugarcoat things. I want to know why did your brother cause such a rampage in Scotland."I turn my face in the direction where Roberto and the rest of our misfit gang are talking about our recent victory. W