Chapter 61

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Decebel's POV

Yesterday was interesting to say the least, got a lot of interest taken in for my motorcycle. Although, I still have it. I'm meeting up with someone later in the evening to sell it to some young kid. As long as I see money, I'd sell it to anyone. It might be my fathers bike, and the only thing I have left of him, but he's a piece of shit. Do I want to keep it? Absolutely not. I sat at my desk, just looking out of the window, trying to calm the beast within me, the bars that kept him at bay, slowly weakening. Do I care anymore? Not really. What's really the worst that could happen if I just let Aeshma take control. A loud knock on the door pulled my attention away from the window and to the main door of my dorm. I stood from my chair, and walked slowly over to the door, I could feel my eyes glowing red, not being able to calm them to my normal color.

"Can I fucking help you?" I ripped open the door to see Damon standing in front of me.

"Decebel, why have you been missing your appointments with David?" He crossed his arms.

"What does that have to do anything with you." I rolled my eyes, walking away from the door.

I heard Damon enter the room and close the door behind him.

"It's in your best interest, and not only that, everyone around you. You shouldn't be missing your doses." Damon sat on the couch.

"Ha. And what could a vampire possibly know about my best interest?" I flashed my red eyes at him.

"You have the same fire within you that Victor had." Damon smiled.

"What did you say?" That caught me off guard.

"Victor was a very close friend of mine back in the day. I see the same fire in you as I did in him." Damon explained.

"Okay, you have my attention now. Is that a good thing or bad?" I sat across from him.

"Depends on the way you perceive it to be. Victor was a great and fierce leaders. He let his weakness get to him and for that, he went down in history. All I'm telling you, is learn from it. Before history repeats itself." He raised a brow at me.

"How can I learn about his history if it's not written or spoke about?" I sighed.

"I have the knowledge to tell you the stuff you don't know, but it's not my place. You will learn in time." He shrugged.

"Also, I came to inform you that Hunter will be moving out and moved into Morgan's room. You will have a new room mate moving in tomorrow." Damon crossed his arms.

"WHEN FUCKING HELL FREEZES OVER!" I growled.

"I thought you would contest." Damon chuckled.

"Hunter moving out? Great. Fine. But I will fucking beat any other person you try to room with me. And I promise you, I wont stop until the light leaves their eyes." I threatened.

Damon sighed,

"I'll see what I can do for you. I cant make any promises." Damon stood from his seat.

"David can just fill the room. I'm moving into Kiara's room." I crossed my arms.

"Are you both marked?" He held his chin in thought.

"Not like it's any of your business, but no. It's not a request anymore." I laughed.

"Sounds like you need to speak to David then." 

Damon started to walk towards the door to exit.

"No search, nothing? Let me guess, you're going to narc on me to David?" I rolled my eyes.

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