My Own Personal Beethoven

Chapter Eleven

“Ceaser! What are you doing?!”

“You two, go.”

A man stood between them and Edmund. Ceaser, as he was called, smiled at them as they managed to get out of there. Hannah got in and waited for Tristan to speed away from the cabin.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Hannah.”

“I demand to know what that was. Who that was…why they were after you.  Us.”

His knuckles turned white, grabbing the wheel.

“I didn’t…I don’t want to tell you. You’re going through so much and it’s my fault.”

“Tell me.”

He swallowed.

“Edmund Igorkov. The Igorkov family is after the Giovanni family…they’re richer but we’re more powerful. They want to rule all clans under one king and queen. Them being of royalty, of course…their ways are cruel. They were raised and trained to be assassins with a caring perspective. I’m sorry. I learned about this war the night before we left…that’s why Victor is gone most of the time. He visits Hector, who currently rules but is ill. I don’t want you to hurt or be upset anymore because nobody tells you anything but by not sharing, I can protect you.” Tristan said.

“But, who is going to protect you? I can’t deny this any longer. I’m Hannah Giovanni, your wife. And I’m also a vampire, part of this family. Caleb treats me like a sister and it makes this easier because I know I’ve got a new family. If you would tell me things, it might help…” She said.

He sighed.

“What else do you want to know?”

~ ~ ~

Ceaser got into his car and drove away from the cabin. He had placed their belongings in his car with him. Edmund had left the fight, going to find the others. Ceaser’s hand burnt from the new mark. He was marked and with a reason…marked as a traitor, of treason.

But the reason why made his heart ache. The man had a debt to pay and Hannah looked so much like his dear friend, Vivian. He found out she was her daughter, vowing to find her and protect her. It was befitting, a life for a life.

Dear C, I trust you found your way alright. I’m writing to you on hospital stationary to let you know that I’ve finally had a child. Her name is Hannah…I’ve included a picture. Forgive my writing, we’re on the drive home. I’d like to give you the honor of being her godfather. In the event something happens to her and I am no longer around, I wish you to protect her. Good luck with your travels. ~V

He grasped the wheel, his knuckles whitening from the tightness. He kept driving only to smile when he saw a motorcycle. He rolled down his window.

“Hunter Donan.”

“Ceaser, you bastard.”

“Giovanni works as well too.”

“You’re with them?”

“Appears so. Where are you heading?”

“Called by Hector to meet up at Victor’s.” Hunter said.

“Hello Ceaser.”

“Zelda, you’re looking well.”

“Likewise.” She smiled, arms wrapped around Hunter.

Hunter glared as Ceaser held up his hand in a wave.

“Heading to Victor’s myself. Feel free to follow.” Ceaser said before rolling his window up.

He saw the two begin to argue and sighed.

Was this only the beginning?

~ ~ ~

Tristan was pale, throat burning. It had been three, four days to get there. It was nearly 1am. They would be home soon, right?

“Let me drive.” Hanna said.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re thirsty and tired, aren’t you?””

No reply.

“Pull over.”

“Hannah.”

“Damn it, Tristan. Just do it.” Hannah said.

Her tone and sternness surprised him so, he obliged. He was curious too. She pulled her hair away from her neck.

“No, Hannah.”

“Married couples feed off of each other.”

“You’re eager to seal the deal.”

“Don’t try me…I’m thirsty too.”

He sighed and faced her. He kissed her neck before biting. She moaned at the feeling, closing her eyes and letting him feed. He pulled away and let her bite him. He closed his eyes, feeling her pulse with his. His calmed as he felt hers beating in time.

“Look at us…covered in blood and sweat….” She muttered.

He chuckled.

“It’s not glorious.” He said as he handed her a napkin.

“Thank you.”

“What’s happened to you? You’re less….icy, I guess.” Tristan said.

“I felt…like you care…like I’m not as alone as I thought…and I felt your pulse, despite the fact we don’t have one anymore.” She said

“I did too…you know what this means, right?”

“Hm?”

“You’re my soul mate.”

She snorted.

“”We need to head back. Now, keep going.”

Hannah laced her hand with his free one.

Tristan smiled as he switched lanes.