Being orphaned not three months ago, Allison Levi and her younger brother, William, were still trying to deal with the pain and inconceivable grief that Death left behind as he stole away their parents.
All Allison wanted was to be left alone with...
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Allison's POV
"Well, it looks like it's just us, Granpa, but I'm not going to invite you in. So, we can either have tea and Oreos on the porch and chat shit. Or you can fuck off. Either is fine with me." I offered rudely, clearly not in the mood to be hospitable.
"Tea would be sensational; dying does take such a toll, but I'm unfamiliar with this 'Oreo' you mentioned," Elijah agreed and that proper tone of his.
I would never admit this, but there was something very appealing about the way he spoke. He was so articulate and eloquent; it made m feel as though I'd stepped through time into an era where gentlemen were just that.
I mean, sure, I'd still rather live in this day and age where I can vote, and I'm not dying of polio, but I can still appreciate the decorum.
"My God, there is no hope for you."
"You know, very few people have the courage... Or stupidity, to insult me. Especially to my face." Elijah commented dryly, leaning against the door frame and tucking one foot behind the other in a movement that's was far too suave.
"Yeah, well, not my problem. You surround yourself with pussies. What're you planning on doing? Polishing my shoes?" I retorted, putting the kettle to boil as I clambered onto the bench to reach my stash of goodies.
I loved my brother, but the kid was a vacuum when it came to sweets, and I wasn't going to be blamed for him getting diabetes.
"Not to nitpick, but generally, we villains have lackeys for such tedious tasks." He commented, looking at the imaginary dirt under his immaculate nails.
Who did he think he was fooling? The man looks like he bathed in the sacred waters of Aphrodite while being fed peeled grapes.
"Oh, well, please accept my most sincere apologies," I replied, surprised that I was actually enjoying the banter.
The kettle came to a boil, and I quickly poured it over the chamomile tea that Dot insisted I take, letting it steep.
"So, rumour has it that you're a rather gifted witch. Powerful." Elijah commented casually, and I felt myself tense.
Of course, he knew that I was a witch, but I didn't know whether that was a good thing or not.
Was he here simply to ask for a witchy favour? Or try to coerce me into joining whatever grand plans he had in store for Miss Gilbert?
"You're not the only thing that goes bump in the night," I answered cryptically, sending a packet of Oreos hurtling toward the vampire with the aid of my magic.
"No, but I'm more resilient than most." He replied unflinchingly, catching the airborne biscuits without blinking, his intense gaze never leaving me.
Moss green ringed by deep dark oak clashed against soft oak swirling with honey hues; it was a stark contrast but intense in a way that set my heart aflutter.
