View Single Post
Lunna Dea
Lady of Niflheim, Mistress of Shadow and Ice.
14521.98
Send a message via Yahoo to Lunna Dea
Lunna Dea is offline
 
#65
Old 07-29-2012, 05:18 PM

Vincent heard her speak of how she trusted him and that was why she trusted Warren as well. He was stunned that she seemed to be getting more of what he was felling then Lewis had ever done. They both had reacted when the bond was broken even though she should not have truly known it had happened. It was not that surprising that Warren had, he could tell when anything that had to do with a touch of magic happened but she had as well reacted. She wanted to help him to more than what may have been safe for a human to have wanted to do.

His eyes were blinded with the tears so the slap had been a surprise as had the words that Warren had said. Anger boiled up and he moved quickly from the chair to standing. His hand wrapped tight around Warrens throat before he stopped to think of what he was doing. The pain of what he had done to Lewis giving him more strength then he had thought he had. All thoughts of everything else had fled from his mind but to lash out and hurt the one that hurt him. Warren stood there having not moved when he saw Vincent move to attack, he knew what was going through Vincent and he knew he had to break him out of it. They both had not expected what she did next.

“Would you really punish him when its quite clear that he is in incredible pain at the moment. Do you really think that if he could control those tears he has at this moment that he would be wasting them?” Warren stepped back from her and Vincent as Vincent’s hand dropped from his neck. His was surprised that she would speak with such venom to one of his kind. Then a smile crossed his face and he laughed as she turned her tongue on Vincent. “Are you really gonna sit here and cry? What good are tears doing him? If we have any hope at all of finding him, and hope at all of bringing him back alive we need you to stop with the pity party and get to work”

Stepping back from her Vincent looked her over as if this was the first time he had ever seen her. His eyes searching for something he could not even put a finger on. Her words stung him more then Warrens slap on his face had. She was beyond anything he had ever hoped for and now she was his and would face what Lewis faced on day. How could he risk the humans like her each time he had to deal with one of his own. A part of him wanted to wrapper her up within a cotton blanket and hide her away so that none could hurt her. There he would have her save and she never would feel pain again. But he knew that there was no place he could hide her and even if he could she would never hide. She was too much like he once had been, long ago. He pulled a dark colored cloth from his shirt and wiped away the blood that streaked his face. “Your right Blaire, I am being childish about this.” His voice was soft and warm. In that moment he knew he would not let her die if he was around.

Stepping forward he draped his arm over her shoulder and leaned some of his weight on her. “lead on Warren she can help me get to where we are needed.” Warren who was still laughing tried to stifle it, only a giggle escaped from him as they walked down the hall towards the back door. The sound of his cane and their shoes echoed along the hall the band down below seemed to have stopped for the night. There were no other sounds as they walked into the open air below. Vincent barely resting on Blaire as they walked. She could smell the blood coming off him as he was so close to him. The car was down the road a ways and it stood out in the neighborhood. It was a high end car, one that a rich man might drive about in to show his wealth. Vincent’s lips brushed againted her ear as he whispered in her ear. “Warren unlike me makes money quite easily. He is an artist whose paintings are in high demand.”

Warren's driver stepped from the car and opened the door to the back seat. he did not seem at all surprised at the look of both Warren and Vincent. He did raise his eye brow a little bit when he saw she was human but did not say anything about it. "Where to sir?" Warren looked at him as he helped to put Vincent in the car.

"Home." the man nodded then climbed back into the car and started it up.