Bound For Eternity

8

January came in bitter and snowy, leaving most of us stranded in our houses for Christmas. We were lucky that our house was close enough to my parents that we could walk, but even then the twenty-minute walk felt like hours.

The end of the winter break meant I had more students. A handful of the students from the high school signed up for classes during the break and I was happy to see more faces. I could tell which ones were here because they wanted to be here, and ones that were here because their parents made them or their friends.

Tonight was quieter but I didn't mind. I had felt out of sorts all day. I wasn't sure what the cause of it was, but I couldn't shake it. Even painting wouldn't fix it.

I set the last of the brushes into the holder to dry when the main door opened.

"The class ended twenty minutes ago," I called out as I set the paints back on the shelf.

"I'm not here for no class, girl."

My lips pressed into a firm line and I turned around, gripping the scissors that we on the counter behind me.

"You have nerve coming here. I should have just taken care of you the night of my wedding," I bit out, "Better yet, I should just take you out now."

Randal smirked and laughed darkly. "What? Am I not allowed to go to my son's wedding?"

"Not when the last time you saw him was when he was pounding your face in," I snapped as I advanced on him. Randal looked smug, and for a split second, I saw Dimitri in his features.

"C'mon, my little boy was getting married to a pretty thing. I wasn't going to miss that."

My grip on the scissors was almost too tight and I could feel the blade digging into my hand.

"Yes, you were. He isn't your 'little boy' and he hasn't been for a very long time," I snarled, adjusting my hand on the blade.

Randal smirked again and crossed his arms over his chest, eyeballing one of the paintings I had done earlier in the day. I had set it out to dry and I moved, pulling the curtain so the drying works were hidden from view.

"I'm going to ask you once to leave," I stated.

Randal looked at me smugly and walked casually towards me, not hearing the real threat in my voice. I wasn't above stabbing the bastard. I breathed out a short breath from my nose when he stopped a foot or so away.

"Come on now, we're family," he said but I pulled the scissors out from behind my back. He looked at them and raised his brows, laughing at me.

"My son must not have explained to you what Ekons are; that won't kill me."

I grinned at him menacingly. "No. But you'll go down long enough," I said as I lunged at him, plunging the scissors into his chest. I wanted him to go down and flounder.

"I think there's something you should know about my family," I said as I crouched beside him, a smirk on my face. "My family lives to protect the lives of Ekons and their mates. My best friend is an Alchemist. Those scissors, and every pair of scissors in here, are made with special silver. Not charmed, but there is magic in them. Enough to paralyze you long enough for the Guardians to get here."

Randal's eyes were wide as he gaped at me, unable to make a sound as pain coursed through his body. I stood up with a sigh and picked up my phone, dialling a number I knew by heart. I pursed my lips as the phone rang and smiled when they answered.

"What do I owe this honour?"

"What? I can't call my favourite asshole?" I chuckled.

"What do you want?" Spiridon drawled, sounding less than happy to hear from me.