Perditus est Amare

Deceived

Gemma

I had no control over my body, there were strings attached to my wrists, ankles, and waist; as I looked up I saw Dimitri, pink eyed, his natural eye color, and the most terrifying smile I'd ever seen. He pulled the strings and I fell into a heap onto the small puppeteer stage, the curtains just opening for a show. I then watched as before my eyes Dimitri morphed into Vladimir, immediately I had a string around my neck and my wrists were bound together above my head and he yanked the strings, pulling me to my feet.

I realized he had a separate string in his right hand, not his dominant hand, then I realized he had my life in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist he could steal it away. He didn't pull the string, not yet. He was waiting. Then Sabriel walked onto the stage a string around his neck and ones attached to his limbs as well, "No! Sabriel, STOP!" I had shouted, trying to stop him from coming forward, "you can't trust him!" I said, he didn't hear me. Then, I felt a blinding, stinging pain in my neck, Vladimir had pulled my string, and with my last moment of life, I saw Vladimir pull Sabriel's string too.

Drugs really do mess with your mind.

Vladimir

I had followed Sabriel, down to his father's study. Overheard the entire thing. He fought that hard, just to keep his friendship with me and his girlfriend (ew) Gemma?

He left the room in a hurry, I stayed hidden in the shadows right outside his father's office. The way he walked out, rushing and head held low, this was obviously going to make him hurt for awhile. Damn, that means it's gonna be hard to talk to him for the next month. Ugh.

He walked away and I slipped in the door before it closed. His father sat as his desk, head in his hands. His shoulders shook as he cried. A full grown man crying isn't something you see every day, but I had to do this now. If I didn't, I would never get my, what's the word, not revenge, more like payment? He was paying for the life of my mother and sister, with his own. I will enjoy this, "Hello, Mr. Vitae."

He looked up at me, surprised, his eyes red and puffy from crying, I love seeing people at their weakest, "Oh, Vladimir, I uh didn't hear you come in," he wiped his eyes,quickly stood up, and walked towards me. He tried to mask his weakness by saying, "Did you need something boy?" his deep, muscle bound voice,

"Well not me, I was thinking more, you." I said smoothly. I had my dagger in its sheath and tucked into my belt, it wasn't the most convenient place, but it was well hidden.

"I need something?" he said, his confusion obvious. Wow, the people in this family had very good confused faces, and they seem to be confused a lot so it was a win, win situation.

"Yes, I'm assuming you remember about three years ago, you met a woman on her horse, with a little girl. Correct?"

"Yes," he said looking at me with question, "I do, where are you going with this?" He asked.

"You killed them," I said with a straight face, while his own took on a look of shock, "Those two women you killed, they were my mother and sister," I told him, my eyes narrowing as I drew my dagger, the blade making a well known screech from being pulled out of the hilt.

He saw my blade and backed up, into his desk, smooth sir, smooth, I thought, "What? You weren't there, if you had been..."

"I had lost my bag, and gone back for it. I watched you laugh as you heartlessly slaughtered my family," I said coming closer to him.

The fear was brighter in his eyes, than the anger was in mine. I was getting amused, so I smiled like any insane person would when they were about to kill someone.