Faceless Instincts

Whose blood is it?

Nikolai and I made my way inside and I shivered vigorously, "it's really cold"

"Agreed." He said as he walked straight to the fireplace and started adding logs to the dying fire. "Hot chocolate kind.of cold"

I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen. I thought of Amy's strange behaviour and how Nikolai was trying to put her off.

The last two weeks were ludicrous, so much had happened and yet so much was about to occur. I needed to locate Dorian, without him I could never clear this chaos that my life has turned into and I can't just leave him alone either. Even if my assumptions were mistaken, Dorian was still a threat to either himself if not others.

To find Dorian, I needed to look into places that were far away and to know Dorian I had got to meet people who were long gone.

I was adding cocoa to the mug when Nikolai walked into the kitchen, "Amy is hiding something" he said plainly.

"I know" I turned to look at him. "But I don't know if my judgement is correct"

"What do you mean?"

"Remember I mentioned a letter?"

"Yeah," he mumbled as he walked around and took the kettle.

"Well, when Amy gave me that letter, she didn't touch upon that Tanner and Olivia know about it"

"And why is that suspicion?" He added milk to the kettle and placed it on the burner to boil.

"When I showed the same letter to Wembley and others, they were completely surprised. They asked me about who gave it to me."

Nikolai stared at the kettle, "so either of them is lying."

"Exactly"

"Who do you think it is?"

I looked at him, his eyes glowing in the light, "Amy" I uttered.

"Really?"

"Yes" I took the kettle and added milk to the mug, "I don't know I just don't think the others are lying,-"

"But they did stop Amy from meeting you while you were hospitalized"

I held his gaze, "you are right"

Giving him his mug, we both walked back into the living room and sat near the fire, "things are getting complicated for you, eh?"

"Tell me about it" I moaned, "I just want this to get over"

"I understand how you feel."

I peeked at him sideways, "do you now?"

He cackled, "I mean I never got caught in a situation of this sort but I do get the feeling"

"Really?"

He nodded his head in a yes, "when I first moved to this town, it seemed big and I felt so small."

"Our town appeared big?" I huffed mockingly.

"Stop laughing at me, I was from a very small town" he took a sip of his cocoa, "and when I commenced with the training academy I felt so desolate. There were so many tasks at hand, so much to do, so much to be done and I was alone. I had no friends, I didn't know anybody so as soon as I got. my first day off I ran back home."

"To the safe place?" I chuckled.

"Exactly, I know that's how you feel right now," he looked down at me, "don't you?"

"I do. I too feel like running back home where none of this will matter." I opened my palms in front of the fire to warm them up, "that's a human inclination, when things start getting arduous, our brain starts to deflect the originality of the event. That's why we either run from the problem till we are ready or we just ignore it for the rest of our lives."