-Viktor-
I was back at the small farm house that Julie had to live at with that monster. I rummaged through all the shelves, rooms, closets. I had tried to open one particular cabinet, but it was locked or something. Or it was a void chest. It aggravated me that the half blood could get ahold of such a chest.
I was about to start going through Julie's things, but a large flash of green-blue light burst from the darkness of the night. The color reminded me of the sea. I ran to the window and saw her.
By the gods, it was her. Julie. She had gotten home safe. Unfortunately she was with that monstrosity. I ran from the window and down the stairs, out the front door. I reached them both, interrupting whatever conversation they were having. They both looked at me.
"Julie, your eyes!" I exclaimed. They had turned colors. Once was bright, brilliant green was now a soft, cyan color that glowed softly. It was even more powerful and enticing now.
She shook her head, closing her eyes. "Viktor, what are you doing here? Did no one try to find us?" she asked.
"Oh, we have tried!" I yelled and threw myself to her. But before I could embrace her, she held up a hand and a shield of energy prevented me from moving.
"Vincent, what did you want to say?" she asked, opening her eyes to him. This angered me. She should be looking at me with those beautiful, teal eyes. Not him.
He shook his head, looking away from her. How disrespectful. It disgusted me. "It's not important now. A lot of stuff has happened here, and I can feel it."
A disappointed look came over Julie and she finally released me. I wrapped my arms around her as tightly as I could, yet still careful not to hurt her. Vincent stood and looked at something, what though I couldn't tell. His expression changed. He looked away from the thing and turned back to us. I moved myself in front of Julie though.
"Father is dead, Viktor. I had no idea. . ."
I felt rage flare up in my chest. How could he lie about this, especially when it was my own father? Not his. I let go of Julie and ran to him. I locked my fingers around his neck, willing for me to take the life from him once again. But I could do nothing in this ugly form. He shoved me away and I fell on my ass.
Julie grabbed my hand and pulled me back. "Don't, Viktor. He's not lying. Look at him."
I refused. I could not believe any words that come from his mouth.
"It's true," someone said. I whipped around to see Cain. "Little bro is dead. The funeral is in a few hours. And you kids need to stay with us. Bad people are around."
"Bad people have always been around, Uncle, and you've never helped us before," the monster spat.
I started to ignore what they said. Father was really gone. He was killed, Cain said. He was murdered. I would never see him again, I would never be able to make him proud to call me a son.
