I Will Find You

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20th of October, 1756

Gwendolyn's POV

It's windy up here.

The wind is so strong that I'm losing my balance all the time, which makes me think about Madame Rossini's words:

Remember that if you happen to fall down from there and die, I'm going to be mad at you for infinity because you ruined my hand made gown from the 1750's.

I hope that's not going to happen, because getting all the hate from Madame Rossini for the whole infinity would be miserable.

I wonder where Gideon is. He didn't say any time in the little letter, but I assumed noon would be good. I turn around and see Big Ben far in front of me. It says exactly twelve.

I turn again when I hear someone coming up to the roof. A brown haired head appears and in a second I know I'm here at the right time.

I run to Gideon and rush to hug him. I bury my nose to his shoulder and smell the familiar scent of his, which is a mixture of sage and olive. Gideon hugs me back and at that time I remember how much I've missed him. We stand hugging there and the time passes like on a hard test; fifteen minutes is already gone and you haven't finished even the first question. I squeeze Gideon one last time before he pulls of. I look into his eyes and notice a little ring of yearning in his iris.

"I've missed you."

"I know", Gideon says while he puts a hair behind my ear. His hand stops to my cheek and wipes away a tear. I didn't even notice that tears were running down my cheeks.

"How -",

"I have to tell you something", Gideon stops me, "before anything else."

I don't know how to response to that. Usually the words 'I have to tell you something' don't promise everything will be just fine.

"You can't elapse to 1773", Gideon says.

"Why would I elapse there?" I don't understand what he's trying to tell me. 

"Because I am there."

"But-"

"And where I am there is the count. And the count has plans about..."

For a long time Gideon doesn't say anything. Dark thoughts are filling my head.

"About what?"

"About... about killing you"

The words hit me like a tree falling down. And I'm standing under it, feet stuck in the ground.

"He wants to be immortal. Which is why someone else from the circle of twelve has to die."

"But, why me?"

"I don't know, Gwen", Gideon sighs and buries his nose to my hair, "I don't know."

"Hey! Who's there?"

A man in a green jacket and brown boots is running to us. He must've used the same stairs as Gideon did, and me before him. Gideon turns over and walks calmly towards him. The man extends his hand to punch Gideon but Gideon takes the hand and climbs to the shoulders of the man. From there he drops to the ground and takes the man to the concrete with him, twisting his hand back. The skills he learned in krav maga -classes haven't left him.

"What are you doing here?", Gideon asks from the man.

The man breaths heavily. "It's an order from...from..."

"From who?"

"From the count himself", the man says.

Gideon's face loses color. He takes something from the pocket of his jacket. A piece of paper.

"Take this!", he shouts to me. After that he throws the paper into the air.

I look the paper flying in the air, how it follows the wind like it would be a part of it. In the corner of my eye I see a flash of white, bright light. When I turn, Gideon and the man are gone.

The wind does a little gust, and I remember the paper. I look around but it seems to be gone. Panic starts knitting a web inside me, but then I see someone standing in the edge of the roof. I turn my head and see the person perfectly.

The count, the paper in his hand, fluttering in the air that has became even more wild, wanting the paper to come back and play with it.

"Ruby, the twelfth from the circle."

"Give me the paper please", I say but the wind takes my words and sends them to the another side of the world, or wherever it goes.

"Sorry, I can't hear your words", the count mocks me.

I take a step forward and shout: "Give me the paper!"

"Oh, little ruby, I think it's not that... possible", the count says and takes one finger away from the paper. Now only two fingers are holding it.

"How did you came into that conclusion? You want to kill me, right? I just want the paper. It seems to be a very little favor when we compare it with your plan."

"If there is an exception to every rule, then there must be an exception to the rule that there is an exception to every rule."

That got me totally speechless.

"I love paradoxes", the count says.

"Just give me the paper please", I beg. I feel the welcome feeling of dizziness. I don't have much time anymore. I try to take the paper but the count takes it away from me.

"Well, well, let's not hurry little ruby."

"Why?", I ask, "why do you want to kill me?"

"Are you being selfish? Who would you kill?"

"Well, I -"

The count don't let me speak. "Would you kill Lucy Montrose? Or Paul DeVilliers? Well, that's not possible, since they are your parents. Without them you wouldn't stand here right now. I chose you because you were the only one. Only one available."

I kick the count to the leg and grab the paper, but it rips apart and the other part is still in the hand of the count. I try to run away from him, but the count grabs my leg and I fall backwards. Suddenly I can't feel the ground under my feet. I'm like the paper a few minutes ago, flying with the wind. How long will it take for me to crash to the ground? I don't know, because before that, red light fills my eyes and  I slam to my own floor, and see Leslie and Xemerius, looking at me.

"Your hair shouts hay", Xemerius says.

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Hey, I'm sorry for the late chapter :(

How have your holidays been? Have you got the presents you wished for? Or have you done something fun?

In any case, don't forget to elapse daily,

See you!