Blood and Prophecy ║ 18+ (Ménage)

The Assasin

Luca's POV
Damian was graduating soon. I was really happy for him. Valeria was keeping herself busy in her painting room. She hadn't really shown us her bigger painting yet. But she kept showing me and Damian her smaller paintings. And let me tell you, those were really beautiful. I couldn't possibly imagine how talented she was.

Today, I was also happy because my men successfully captured Giselle. Unfortunately, I didn't stay happy for very long. Somehow along the way here, Giselle was killed by silver bullets — one on her heart and one on her head. My men were left uninjured. The assassin clearly only had one target — Gisselle.

I rubbed my face as frustrations started to consume me. How could I possibly tell Valeria? Even though Giselle was the enemy, Valeria would still be sad by her death. Giselle was her friend at one point. And Valeria was too pure to hold resentment towards other people.

Before I could think of the solution to my current problem, my office door was opened. Damian peeked his head inside, eyeing inside my office. After he noticed that I was alone, he invited himself in. He wore his university hoodie with dark blue jeans that fit his body perfectly. Damn, he looks good.

"Stop eye fucking me," Damian smirked at me as he sat on the chair in front of my desk. I chuckled at his words. I definitely got caught. Shaking my head, I tried to clear my head.

"What do I owe this pleasure?" I asked, knowing that none of my beloveds had come to visit me without any agenda. Either they were bored, needed some love, or wanted something from me. It was understandable, though. Each of them had something to do with their day.

Damian quickly became sober and before saying, "Giselle is dead."

"Did you get a vision of her death?" I asked. There might be something that he caught from his vision that could help us find the assassin, making it more easy for us to find Graves or Jane.

"Yeah..." Damian answered, "Like 20 minutes ago, maybe. The vision was too fast. Almost like a blur of memory."

"How do you know she is already dead and not going to die?" I questioned him. Damian wasn't offended by my question. We were both aware that every detail was important.

"It was like... I was the shooter," he began to explain, "The man wore a black watch — a digital watch. It was eleven forty-three just before he aimed at Giselle from a glass window. The building was just white and full of glass. There was a tattoo on his forearm. Crescent moon but... with a wolf on the moon. Shit, that was a shitty way to describe it. I don't—"

"No. It's alright," I interrupted as I stood from my seat and went around my table to pull him into a hug, "I know that tattoo. You did a great job."

"Is it a werewolf?" Damian mumbled against my chest with his arms around me. His body heat felt nice, making me remember Valeria back in the days when she was still human. I wished I could cuddle with him and Valeria 24/7.

"Oh, he definitely is," I muttered under my breath. I knew exactly which pack had that symbol. And now, I had to visit a friend.

Also a beloved to tell a bad news. Damn it.

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Valeria was crying her little heart out after I told her the news. My shirt was dampened by her tears, but I couldn't care less. As long as she got the comfort that she needed. I simply wanted her to stop crying, content, and be happy. However, I knew a time like this would eventually come. So, I simply had to suck it up and comfort her.

Damian, on the other hand, was preparing hot chocolate. I could hear Maria was fussing over Damian, asking for the reason that made Valeria cry. The moment Damian told her the news, Maria was silent. But I chuckled quietly as I heard her thoughts loud and clear. Her words were 'Great. Less people to kill.'

Me and Damian spend the night consoling Valeria. She was so pure, yet, she had felt so much pain since she was a child. Like my father said, 'The world is a dark place for those who see it that way. Yet, there must be darkness first, so light could brightly shine.'

Yes, the world was full of darkness and horrid people. But, she was the light. And for me, her light was the only thing that made the world much a better place.

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"I still don't think she should go," Damian muttered under his breath, leaning against the car. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a black jacket. He looked good, if not a little tired. We were going to the Crescent Wolf Pack in San Fransisco. They were well known in the supernatural world for The World Class Assassin. There were a handful of werewolves from that pack that were also hired by humans as assassins.

"She wouldn't want to be alone," I retorted. Valeria was still saying 'goodbye' to Maria, telling her that we would be away for possibly a week. Damian was concerned about Valeria and I loved him for it. However, I knew Valeria needed something to distract herself, and being alone with her painting would only make her focus on her grief.

The sound of Valeria's footsteps stopped Damian from responding. To my dismay, Valeria refused me to dress her today. My eyes drank Valeria, who chose to wear a black dress today. Even though I hated Giselle, I understood that my beloved was grieving for her former friend despite her horrible doings.

"Shall we?" Valeria breathed as she approached Damian and I.

Her blue eyes that I loved so much weren't as lively as usual. The pain of losing someone as a vampire was unbearable. I almost lost my mind when Valeria fell into a deep sleep. Having so much empathy as a vampire sometimes felt like a curse. I had no doubt that Valeria was struggling with her feelings right now. She had been blocking her bond since this morning. Unfortunately, her block wasn't as strong as Damian's. I could feel the fluke of her pain when she lost a little bit of control.

While I was lost in my thoughts, Damian responded to Valeria by opening the door for her. The three of us silently get inside the car. Valeria sat in the passenger seat next to me while Damian sat at the back. Since Valeria was not feeling well, I decided that it was best for us to drive by ourselves.

Damian was first to break the silence, "So... What do we know about the Crescent Wolf Pack aside from their skills?"

"The Alpha — Marvin Rivera — was my friend," I told him, "He is an intelligent man and a great leader. In his hands, any hits were reviewed first. So none of his pack members was given the task of killing someone that doesn't deserve it."

"I assume that his son has taken over."

"Yes. His name is William. It's been a long time since I visited the pack. He was such a mischievous child. I wonder how he's handling the role as the alpha," I chuckled to myself.

"I want to play with the pups," Valeria whispered with a small smile on her face. She had always been fond of children.

"Of course, you can okay with the pups," I squeezed her hand in mine, "We only have to ask permission first."

Valeria nodded and laid her head on the window. She was emotionally drained. The only thing that could help right now was to sleep.

"My love, why don't you go to the backseat so you can sleep with Damian?," I suggested as I slowly pulled the car to the side of the road.

"Okay," she murmured. After the car came to a stop, I opened my door and went to Valeria's side to open her door.

She reluctantly stepped out of the car. I knew she felt a little bit guilty since I had to drive. On the other hand, she also knew what she needed and I would never deny her needs.

Only when Valeria settled on the back, I started the car. Our journey was filled with Luca humming a song to lull Valeria into deep sleep.

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