I jumped when I heard the cracking of wood and moved away from the door to see it too was now being punished with the wrath of Draven and when an almighty demon roared into the night I started to run. I just let my legs take me somewhere, anywhere deeper into the fortress that was now closing in around me like the wall of souls down in the temple.
I was panting and trying in vain to take in great gulps of air that burned my throat as though I was breathing in thick black smoke. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare but when I slipped and landed painfully on my knees I knew then it wasn’t ever going to be the kind of pain I could just wake up from. I pulled my legs under me and cried like the child I felt as I let the combination of mine and Draven’s pain overwhelm me. It felt like I was drowning right here in this hallway and each end of it only held more heartache I wasn’t ready for. His room was right there. So damn close I could almost touch it and then pretend that the last year had never happened.
“Keira?” I didn’t even look up at the sound of Vincent’s voice but just managed to sob harder, rocking myself faster and holding myself tighter.
“Oh, Keira.” He said touching me and gently prying myself from my protective ball that wasn’t doing shit in protecting my already damaged heart. He pulled me into him and his hand held the back of my head to his chest. I felt him shaking and realised it was because I was trembling in his hold.
“I gather that didn’t go too well.” He said softly and I could no longer hold it back, saying the words I had denied myself in so long, it felt like fingernails were tearing at the words that were glued to my very soul,
“I still love him, Vincent!” I cried out, after looking him in the eyes and seeing the clear blue concern sparkling back down at me as if I was looking at the ocean under the moonlight. I saw pity just under the surface but there was something else there I couldn’t reach. He looked back over his shoulder at the door to Draven’s office as though listening to something. Then he closed his eyes and let his head hang, looking at the floor before allowing his gaze to find me once more. His eyes were filled with a mirrored pain and I wondered what he had heard coming from behind that age old oak?
“I know, Keira, as does he with you.” On hearing that I tore my watery gaze from his, not allowing myself to truly believe his claim.
“Take me away, Vincent…take me away from here…take me anywhere…please.” I pleaded and only felt myself breathe normally again when he nodded and pulled me to my feet. Then without warning he swept me off my feet and carried me away, saying the only thing I needed to hear right then…
“Let’s go for a ride babe.”
Draven
“DAMN HIM! DAMN THE FATES! DAMN THEM ALL!” I screamed out all my frustrations with the help of my Demon side that could not be tamed. My voice felt raw and ragged with the pain I felt coursing through my blood like a toxin that would surely eat away at my soul! I wanted to damn the world and every bastard in it until they all felt this agony but what use were any of these emotions? They got me nothing fast and they got me nowhere even faster.
“It has all been in vain.” I said out loud slumping back against the pillar, one of the only things in the room I had not destroyed in my uncontrollable rage. In that moment I wanted to lash out at her, but not physically…never physically, by the Gods but that thought brought me indescribable pain. No, I wanted to mentally shake her, take over her mind and let her see her stupidity for herself! Let her feel all the reasons why I had protected her in the most brutal way a person could protect someone. Yes, I had lied. I had lied in the worst possible way another soul could but why, for the very life I hold above my own, above any other life on this Gods forsaken planet!
If only she could see all that I had done, all I still do in order to keep her safe and not just from me. If only she could see the endless nights I had locked myself away in a prison only made for the Gods, just so that I could stay away from her. And all for what, so she could move on with her life with a fucking Nephilim! A half breed only allowed to continue life thanks to the punishment of the supernatural side, the punishment of my own kind, and one that I had to enforce with my own hands!
Oh yes, the Nephilim were a sore spot with me indeed and now I had to stand back and watch one date my woman, the other half of my soul and my intended Queen! My Electus.
I would rather roast another thousand years in Tartarus and cool my charred skin in the flaming river of Phlegethon that flows into its very depths of the prison. These thoughts caused me to bring my solid desk once carved with such skill and care to fly across the room and crash into the wall opposite. The action left me bent over double and panting into my hands.