The Count Sister - RE-WRITING

Chapter Thirty-One

This Chapter is just a filler...For those that read this book, you'll know what is coming next. Anyway...ENJOY! 

Chapter Thirty-One

 “Hello,” The Master directed his welcome solely on Vlad, he hardly moved, just stared forward into the empty space of the room. “My old friend” He finished. Lamia had come out of the kitchen at the mention of Gwin’s name. She wasn’t sure how to control a prodigy; she was still young. Her father had made one and he was standing right before them; she prayed Gwin wouldn’t stray like Tyron did.

“Power?” Aubrey asked. She stood up from her chair and walked towards the Master. Lamia watched her sister, she looked stronger now and more in control but Lamia knew her healing powers were not fully generated otherwise she would have used them on Gwin and Quinn in an instant.

  Luka came around the corner holding a slim and slender hand. Violet. Lamia held her breath. She really was beautiful, Lamia looked down at the floor quickly; she hadn’t showered; everyone could practically smell Alexander on her skin. She risked a quick glance to her left and saw Alex looking just as worried as she felt. Violet approached him and kissed him on the lips; that stung. It stung so hard that Lamia clutched the sofa beside her to stand up.

“What power could she possibly have that they would want?”

“That my sweet child,” the Master placed a hand against Aubrey’s cheek but his eyes were firmly on Lamia. “Is what I do not yet know.”

  Lamia looked away from his stare. He was just like the Count; he could feel emotions from those he is connected with, he could sense the sister’s pain just as much as her father could sense the brothers. It was something even human families had control over. Lamia saw, once, how a fragile girl was helplessly crying on the bench and only seconds later did her mother call her because she had a feeling something had happened. It was something that was not created, it was innate.

  Over the years, the Master still looked as youthful; he had lost just as much as her father but the Master had escaped with barely any indecency against his family name. Lamia’s father however, he had been banished from the council for years after he aided Tyron’s escape and only recently had he been allowed to rejoin. If they knew that the Count was aiding him again their family would be ruined. The Master knew this; so why he was here in their home made Lamia question all their safety. 

  He gently approached Gwin’s side and brushed a strand of hair from her face. Lamia couldn’t help but twitch; that was her creation, her child. “Hush Lamia,” The Master spoke to her but he didn’t turn her gaze away from Gwin or his son. “I shall not harm your prodigy; I know how much they mean to their creator.”

   Her father stood up at that remark. The Master did turn his gaze and it landed squarely on her father. “If you know what is good for you,” He had no kindness in his voice, no rejoice for their reunion; only loathing and hatred stood there now. There was a ripening gap between them and Lamia didn’t think anything could form the two sides together. “You will leave.”

  Her father didn’t stay for any response; he simply turned on his heels and walked away; almost defeated. She could sense some pain on him but not what the source was. The Master however felt nothing but sadness and loss; after all this time, he still missed Vladimir.

Aubrey watched as her father left the room, but someone was going with him. Aubrey reached out and grabbed Quinn’s arm. She hadn’t even seen her sister waking up; hadn’t felt her moving. For some reason she felt like they were slipping apart and there was nothing Aubrey could do anymore.

“Quinn…”

  Quinn turned around but only briefly before she shook Aubrey’s arm off. “Leave me alone,” Quinn’s voice sounded hurt but angry. She wanted nothing more than to pull her into her arms but she felt she wasn’t welcome there anymore. “I don’t want to be near you,” She turned her gaze behind Aubrey and looked at everyone in the room but her gaze finished on The Master. “I don’t want to be near any of you. Leave my father’s house and never come back. We don’t need you; everything was fine till you came back.”

“Quintessa,” Lamia approached Aubrey now and reached out her hand but she swatted it away. “You speak of being faithful and righteous but you go behind Violet’s back and go back to your fuck buddy.”

“Quinn!” Aubrey yelled. She was mortified that those words even came from her sister’s mouth. Never in the years had she been alive had she heard any curse word escape those lips and they were neither complimenting nor right. Aubrey turned her gaze to Violet but she didn’t even seem faltered, Alex however was completely and utterly ashamed.

“Don’t even get me started on you!” Quinn pointed one of her slender fingers directly into Aubrey’s chest. She gasped as she felt the pain soon after she turned around. “You said that Cyrus hurt you but as soon as he comes back you’re back in the saddle huh? I guess this family was fucked up a while back, maybe when our mother died, or perhaps when that slut sister of theirs passed-”

“Enough!” Julian.

  He never used that voice unless he was unbelievably angry; he had been angry the moment he saved her from Gwin’s abuser she saw it in his red eyes. He had hit him over and over till Aubrey had managed to rise to her feet and hold him into a tight hug. Only then did he relax. It took her back to something his sister once told her; ‘My brother’s they’re like alpha males, so naturally anger is more becoming to them. Julian, he’s a softy and my baby, if he ever needs comforting just hold him tightly and never let him go. Promise me; promise me if I’m never around, you’ll never let him go.’ 

“How dare you speak of my sister like that!” He approached her with rage coursing through him. None of the sisters dare move and Aubrey could see the fear spread across Quinn’s face. With each advance she retreated dreading every word that came from her mouth. “How dare you curse her name, she was everything, everything that you will never be…”

  Aubrey jumped forward and slung her arms around him. He stopped. She didn’t let go, only tightened her hold against him. She heard Quinn’s feet pattering away and running up the stairs to where her father had departed. She still didn’t let go. Promise me; promise me if I’m never around, you’ll never let him go. After, what seemed like forever, he relaxed against her, and his arms came around her back tightening his hold.