We didn't speak. There were words on how to describe it but I didn't say anything nor did he. After a moment he then spoke.
"Why do you think that your mother is dead Marcus?"
"She came to me in a dream. Saying that she is with me through all my hardships. And it sounded like her as well. Giovanni I have to head to Forgalini. I need to know if she's alive."
"Marcus that's crazy! You can't leave now. Your father would be there waiting for you to arrive and then who knows what he'd do to you. How would you face your family after all this time away? You'd be a stranger to them."
He was right. Right about everything. What would my father do if I returned. What would my sister do? She would be scared. And what of my mother? Whether if she is dead or not what would she say to me.
"You're right. I'll stay."
"Good. Is there anything that you need?"
I chuckled at the question. "There is a lot of things that I need. Right now I need a drink. Something strong."
Giovanni smiled and nodded and headed to the back room and then after a minute he came out holding a mug. He walked over to me and handed it over. I took a whiff of it and immediately my fangs shot out from my gums. I took a small sip and swallowed and coughed at the taste. It sure was blood but it was mixed with something else. I looked over at Giovanni and he was just smiling. I didn't want to know what's in this so I didn't ask but just kept on drinking. I savored the taste and let the blood roll around my tongue and then swallowed it. The drink actually helped me because I then became calm and collective. I sat the mug down and walked out of the house and into the back near the sparing ring. I walked over to the ledge and sat on it. I looked at my hand and thought about the water that surrounded me. My hand turned a bright blue and I twirled it below me to the water and as I was doing that the water spun around as I twirled my hand. I then slowly rose my hand up and that brought some water up and near my hand. I moved it around for a bit and in my mind I was thinking of a horse. As I thought the water twisted and turned and took the shape of a horse. I smiled and thought how I wished it would stay like this then all of a sudden the water started to freeze and the water horse became solid. I took it in my hand and looked it over smiling.
"I made an ice horse. Would you look at that" I was proud of myself at what I had just accomplished. I sat it right beside me and made my hands glow blue again and then made some water come up and I started to shape it. I don't know what it would come out as but I knew it would be good. As the formation came to a stop I looked at it and was surprised to see that it took the form of Giovanni. I don't know why it did but it did. I froze it and took it in my hand to look at it.
"Looks just like him." I smiled at the thought of him and all that he's done for me.
"Aww would you look at that. Someone is all lovey for the other how sweet. It makes me gag. You know the only reason he's helping you is because he feels sorry for you boy. You're clinging to him like a lost puppy dog and what if it's bothering him? You and him could never work out. You're too soft! To weak! No one will care for you ever again brat. So I say you accept your fate and you make a break for it. Leave him in the wind and don't look back. What do you have to lose? A friendship? Ha! It might not even be real so just give up already and move on already".
I closed my eyes tightly because I didn't want to believe anything Sucram said. But the thing it I am not being lovey. I can't be. We're just friends and that's it. But what if he's right and I am just bothering him. I guess that I should just go and leave him. I guess I should..."
"Marcus where are you?"
In snapped out of thought and looked up and then saw I still had the ice of him in my hand. I stood up and dropped it in the ocean. I didn't want Giovanni to know about how I truly feel.
"Over here Giovanni!"
He poked his head around the corner and then walked over to me and sat next to me
"Is there something you'd like to tell me Marcus?"
"I don't..."
He smiled and put him hand on my shoulder.
"I heard him. Your Deamon. Please don't listen to him. You're not bothering me at all and I do care for you. But I'm guessing that you care for me as well. Am I right?"
I looked down for I didn't know what to say. I was scared to speak because I didn't know how he would react but eventually I spoke.
"I guess I do. But I've never felt this way before with someone else. I don't know what to do really."
"All I can tell you, Marcus, is that you have to follow with what you believe is the right thing."
I knew that he was right. He normally is on certain things and even on this he was still right. But the thing is this would be the last time I would talk to and see Giovanni.
Those were the last thoughts I had because the next day he was gone. And I wouldn't see him for the next 449 years in a place called London.
