BLOOD LEGACIES

A\N: Song For The Background ~ There’s A Ghost By Fleurie

DACE

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The moonlight slipped in from the windows just above her bed, the short light curtain dancing in rhythm with the wind. She’s out like a damn log and the comforter barely covers her body. I think she was too angry to take note that she actually wore my shirt because that alone could explain why she didn’t cut it or burn it. My lips twitched in a smile just at the thought then a frown found my features.

Here I was sitting like a creep and watching her sleep as casually as taking an evening stroll and I wasn’t the least bothered about it. What got me bothered were her actions, she got angry to the point she slapped me across my fucking face. Twice. I’m certain my men around were expecting me to be lethal after what she did but I remained collected and calm, I don’t fucking care she slapped me, believe me, but I’m more worried about why she looked me in the eye like I just broke her trust or something.

I never told her to trust me and she never should, maybe our little meeting at the waterfront made her think otherwise, well I will admit there was some connection to a point but then I remembered the reason for it all, the reason why she could be my very nemesis, it’s best to keep your enemies close especially one such as mysterious a this and tempting.

Knowing she was a hybrid was just a simple hunch and it proved right by Luthers and her reaction when I said it. I leaned further into the couch and spread my legs to get comfortable.

A Hybrid huh? Was she changed to a vampire when she was a witch? Well, I never heard of such cases like that, and probably that there is no way to turn a witch or am I wrong? I don’t know much about the witch society and as much as I hate it I need to dive further, the further I dive the more I get to know why Emma is connected to that night five years ago.

She might have just drunk-said it and it meant nothing... a part of my brain thought that and the other part kept replaying every emotion that sparked in her eyes anytime I did some things and when she looked at me.

’I’m still your pawn’

I winced at the thought of her words, it brought an ache to my chest that I refuse to acknowledge, I haven’t used her in any way... I just played the part I needed at the moment to get under Luther’s skin. What happened on our outing was a mutual understanding of the desire we feel towards each other and I didn’t take advantage of it, I was willing to stop if she said the words but she didn’t.