-Viktor-
Julie had begun to ignore me. She started to make food for the half-blood while he got ready for his mundane life. It was pathetic, how he made Julie slave for him. She needed to lie in bed and rest more; it was far too early. I stood at her side as she fried eggs. "Julie, darling, you shouldn't cook for that half-blood rat," I tried to reason with her. "You are no servant to him, you understand? I can kill him for you if you wish."
She shoved me out of the way by jabbing her elbow into my side. I'm sure she did this with love. Someone who said such sweet things to my bleeding ears could only do everything with love. "I'm doing this for Vincent willingly because someone needs to cook for him. He works all day and buys everything."
Maybe she didn't understand that I was not Vincent? For she should do such sweet things for me, not the unnatural monster that he was. His name left a nasty taste in my mouth even thinking it. I would wring the life out of him again the next time I had a chance.
"And you're technically a human right now," she interrupted my pleasing thoughts.
I pushed back my anger. Julie didn't understand everything. She was only a human, I reminded myself. A beautiful, marvelous, power holding human, but still human no less. "It is only temporary, my dearest. Whereas Vincent will forever be cursed by his own existence."
Julie only ignored my statement and finished the eggs, putting them on a plate full of other meats and breads. It looked delicious, but only because Julie had made it with her own hand. I would only eat something like this if she made it for me. I was about to ask her if I could eat it. I would be far more grateful than that oaf she made it for. Right when I opened my mouth to ask, I heard footsteps. I turned around and there the oaf stood. I scowled at him and blocked him from Julie. "Go off and do your mundane labor, filth."
Julie pushed my arm aside and sat the plate down on the cluttered old table. "Cyprio isn't here, so I thought I'd make you breakfast."
Vincent sat down, giving me a harsh glare. Julie sat down across from him and leaned forward on the chair.
"Cyprio? Why does that sound familiar?" My scattered thoughts from the Void couldn't be understood by my mind now. The only thing that mattered was Julie right now anyway. But when they both ignored my question, I felt anger redden my face.
"Do you know where Grandmother went, by any chance?" Vincent asked nonchalantly. "I can't find her and I would really love this-" he stopped picking at his food and looked right at me- "leach to be gone."
I was about to lunge for his neck at the tone of voice he used, but then I felt the harsh pain form in my chest. I leaned against the counter heavily. The pain grew to consume my entire torso and eventually my legs gave out. I fell to my knees and cried in agony. I watched Vincent stand and loom over me. "I really hate leaches." I screamed again, the pain doubling. It felt like my chest would collapse. I fell to my side on the floor and curled up.
"Vincent, stop!" Julie yelled. She came to my side, glaring at him. "Once was enough!"
Julie defied her dictator for me. I turned my head to look at her sweet, innocent face. Her eyes made my pain subside. I knew in that moment she was my soul mate. Nothing would keep me from her.
