-Grandmother-
I was sitting in a small diner in New York. It wasn't I never liked the city. It reminded me of my old home with my first family. . .
I mentally shook myself. I hadn't taken a life in over a century. When I met Cyprio, he made me swear to never take a life again. A life was worth so much more than I used to realize. It was the most valued thing someone has, something only the truly evil can take away.
I felt the bitter taste of the lie in my mouth. I told Julie and Vincent I would not have to kill a human to perform this spell. The spell, essentially, would turn Viktor into a human, depending on how many years the human I kill had left. I could not bring myself to kill a child, so I would kill this young waitress. She lived alone and honestly didn't have many friends. She wouldn't be missed.
The diner was closing and the girl started to clock out. I exited the diner shortly after her and followed her. I was not in my usual long dresses, I wore dark clothing. I blended into the shadows perfectly. She never knew I was coming.
She felt no pain; she didn't even have time to feel fear. A quick stab and my long dagger hit her heart, making it stop. She was dead within seconds. I collected the blood that poured out of her back into a large bottle, then left before anyone could find me with her body.
Going back to Vincent's house, I felt my stomach turn and I shook slightly. I was in pain. I felt sick and my eyes blurred with tears. I looked down at my hands. They had taken yet another life, even after I had sworn my life to never killing again. Cyprio would be angry with me as well. Everyone was right. I would be nothing but the assassin I was born to be.
I pushed back my sad thoughts and looked at where I was. I didn't notice that I was in front of Vincent's small house. Julie must have put up wards. She had gotten quite verse in those types of spells.
The porch light and living room light were on. Vincent must have been up waiting for me. I had hoped he wouldn't do this. I knew he would know the blood was human; human blood smells different than other types of blood. I forced myself forward and into the house. "Vincent?" I called into the living room. As I walked in, he stood. Viktor was still motionless on the floor.
"I will explain what will happen once the spell is performed, but I need to be alone during the casting." Vincent's face formed into a question. "It helps me concentrate if I am alone."
"Well, can you do it with him out? He annoyed me so I may have punched him one too many times." Vincent glanced down at his twin and I sighed. Viktor's face was bloody and swollen.
"What will happen is the demon half of him will be sealed back. I am also putting an additional spell on him that will completely control him. You only need a trigger word and he will be forced to his knees by crippling pain. The pain will do no physical damage, but it will feel like he is dying," I explained, then looked at him pointedly.
"A trigger word?" Vincent thought for a moment, then looked at his brother with that of something I would call loathing.
"Leach."
