Alaric follows, staying at a distance so she doesn’t notice him in the shadows. It’s clear she isn’t in control, but what – or who – is making her go there?
Vampires can manipulate if that’s their power, but they never leave the victim alive. The problem is that he doesn’t know what else it could be. He stops, as he sees Olivia come to a halt; watches as she sits down, his eyes widening as he sees a man walking to her. Olivia stands up and hugs the man, who the moonlight reveals to be… Dan? She must have been right earlier, it was Dan she saw, but the fact just renders Alaric more uncomfortable. He watches knowing he can’t do anything even though he wants to: there’s a reason Dan keeps pulling her in and Alaric needs to know it. Why would he taunt her by getting her to come here every night then making her forget she saw him? He’s fascinated by Dan’s behaviour. It isn’t exactly typical. He watches
“Why do I see Dan and I together?” Olivia demands. “What the hell is going on? And who the hell is this guy, how did he do that?” She remembers nothing from her nights for days and suddenly with his help she remembers so much: Dan is alive! Or at least, he’s kind of alive. She’s seen him every night this week, every night. Her hand moves to her shoulder and neck, tugging on her collar to run her fingers over the raised marks from him feeding off her like she’s some kind of thing.“I’m Gwenael,” he says. “My mother was French.” Olivia nods a response and Gwenael continues, this time to Alaric. “I’ll grab a drink, she needs one.”He walks out, Alaric sitting down on a chair not too far from Olivia’s. She looks puzzled as she realises Alaric’s size compared to the chair.
Alaric walks through his front door and sits down at the table, his head falling forward in sorrow. Why did he have to kiss her back? Why did she have to kiss him?“Well?”He doesn’t even bother to look at Gwenael. He already knows he’s in trouble, even though Gwenael’s only said one word.“You saw it for yourself, her parents were Depraysie. No-one has seen any of that bloodline since Celestia and Elwin were turned. They weren’t even from this country. Do you understand what this means?”He does. If she is indeed their daughter, he dreads to think what would happen. If anyone knew she was a Depraysie it would create an all-out war.“You should have walked away once she was safely at home, not pushed and poked her into wanting to know her family. She’s right, Alaric, no good can come from her knowing. Yes, she could unlock her powers and be one of the strongest witches around, but at what
Walking to the counter, she sees the guy sat back with his flat cap tilted to cover his face. Olivia clears her throat.“It’s about time,” he huffs, clearly not happy to have been kept late. He scans the items, a methodical beep as each one passes through the red light, and Olivia pays then walks out. Glancing at her watch she realises that, okay, he’d been right to be annoyed with her: her five minutes buying paint had turned into an hour, and she wouldn’t have blamed him if he’d just given up and thrown her out. Then again, she’d probably bought more than most of his other customers had today. Choosing a colour apparently wasn’t as easy as she had hoped. Had she really spent a whole hour there?Walking home she smiles, bags swinging from her hands. She will find a place she fits. She doesn’t fit in with her mum and siste
A light tapping on the door prompts her to walk over to it, her head staying down as she now realizes she can’t just pretend she doesn’t know about her parents, her hand opens the door. Slowly her eyes peer up and see Alaric.“Sorry, I just thought I should come back and apologise for been an idiot. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”Olivia nods, fighting back the tears that threaten to escape her chest. She moves to the side, giving him space to enter.“I’m sorry for how I reacted. I shouldn’t have laughed or ridiculed you.” Olivia smiles slightly; if he knew her parents she shouldn’t be running from him or pushing him away. “Can I get you a drink and we talk?” She needs to know the truth, and then she can move on.“Sure. I’ll just take a coffee.”Olivia walks to the kitchen while Alaric moves around the living room, finally deciding to sit on the cha
“You know you’re not welcome here.”Alaric laughs at the voice, nodding.“Need a favour,” he shrugs.A woman steps out from the shadows, clearly surprised that Alaric wants a favour.“We don’t do favours for your kind.”Alaric laughs again.“It’s not for me, it’s for her,” he nods towards Olivia. “Something is blocking her from feeling the power she has. She had no idea before I told her. She was adopted as a baby.”The woman steps forward, her eyes examining Olivia, suddenly stopping as her eyes widen.“It can’t be possible. All of the members of the Depraysie bloodline were killed.” She stares at Olivia, stern-faced at first, and then breaks into a smile. “Sorry, child. I’m Camille Darkmore. You can leave us now.” She directs the last sentence to Alaric, who snickers at her suggestion. “Not a chance, C
Alaric watches her. Maybe- it probably won’t work, but- maybe he could try and give her the images he’d seen during their kiss? Walking over to her, his hands grasp her head just like Gwenael had done and he tries forcing those images from that brief kiss into her mind. She could maybe see her parents, or spot something else that he might have missed.He feels her body start to shake under his touch and he lets go of her, worried she’s not strong enough yet. He sits down across the room to wait until she wakes. Maybe she’ll come to see by herself? An hour passes as he watches her sleep, her body jerking slightly every now and again but nothing serious enough for him to worry.Meanwhile, while Olivia sleeps, her mind screams at her as she tries to fight back the images and hide them. Her mind is not yet ready to accept the truth, though for some reason something is forcing the pictures into her mind. A cry escapes from inside her as she sees a wo
His body quakes as a vision flies into his mind, Willow pulling back and glancing to him confused as his eyes stay squeezed shut. He shakes his head, trying to tell himself that it’s just a dream, that his mind is just reminding him how it had ended up last time.The vision is bright in his mind; Willow standing with scarlet blood dripping from her sharp new fangs as she stands among the lifeless bodies she has devoured.“Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Her voice is quiet and broken as she realises how much of a mistake it was to make.“It’s fine, let’s just pretend it never happened; this never happened,” he says, more to himself than to her. Alaric gets up, dressing hurriedly, avoiding Olivia’s gaze as she sits naked then stands to gather her clothes before putting them on. Sitt
Willow opens the front door, her mouth stretching into a gentle smile when she sees it’s Alaric again. Her face flushes as she remembers what had happened earlier that day. She lets him in, shutting the door behind him and watching as he wanders in the direction of the kitchen. “Food is in the oven, I already ate.” He nods, glancing at her. If he’ here, things will change. Everything will change, and he will fall for her over and over, so why doesn’t he just accept it? Stop fighting it and just go with it and hope for the best? “Oh, screw it,” he says and crosses the room in long, deliberate strides, crowding Willow against the door with strong hands grasping her hips. He covers her mouth with his, swallowing her gasp and pressing his body against hers, hands sliding inside her waistband and untucking her shirt. . Willow stays frozen with confusion as his mouth trails down to her neck. Her body relaxes slightly when his hands wrap under her thighs and lift her up, Willow’s legs wrap