The Eyes

The Race

-Grandmother-

I had been sitting in the living room in front of the hearth. The fire crackled softly, giving me the perfect background noise for reading. I thought I would indulge in a nice romance novel instead of worrying over Vincent, the one child I was proud of. I trusted he would watch Julie abd the Eyes with a level head and a logical take on events. Viktor wouldn't be able to find them with the seals and wards I had put up at the apartment. Vincent would know better than to do spells at such a risky time as well. He was smarter than that.

Unfortunately I was still interrupted in my attempts at a peaceful night of reading. My son walked over to my chair and cleared his throat. He stepped in front of the fire, demanding my attention like a child. I sighed and looked up at him on annoyance. He always came to me for an answer, even though he was almost as powerful as me.

"Mother, where did you put the Eye? Viktor was right to worry. Did you give it to the child I had disowned?" Anger highlighted his voice. He hated Vincent almost as much as Viktor did.

I shut my book with a loud clap. "Where I put the Eye is none of your concern. I have it safely put away where no one will take advantage of it."

He turned on the lamp, despite how obviously I wanted the room to be lit by the fire. "Don't you think it would be safer here?"

I had never told my own son how I mistrusted him. I loved him, of course. He was my oldest son. I still remember caring for him as a baby like it was yesterday, even though it was near a century now. I couldn't tell him how I believed he was evil in some cases, very wrong. I didn't have the heart to. I realized how wrong he had been when he killed Viktor and Vincent's mother. I looked away from him before I relived that. "It is safe where it is and that is final, William."

He glared with his cold grey eyes. He disliked being treated like a child. I ground my teeth. Maybe if he stopped acting like one-

Then I felt a small pang in my chest. I gasped and held my hand over my heart. The pang wasn't painful, but knowing what it was terrified me to my core. I looked at William frantically. "Where is Viktor?" I demanded.

He shrugged casually in his pin stripe suit he wore often. "I do not keep tabs on the boy-"

I interrupted him with a yell. "Is he here or not!?"

William shook his head, startled. I never yelled. "No. What is it,Mother?"

I threw my book down and jumped to my feet. Vincent and Julie were in danger. Viktor couldn't get there before me. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that were to happen. I hurried to the door and slammed it open. My son followed, but caught me on the front steps, grabbing my arm. "What is wrong?" he asked with a more stern tone.

"I must go now," I snapped, yanking away from him. I ran a few steps, then took to the air, flying to Vincent's apartment as fast as the wind would allow me.

If I didn't reach that location before Viktor, Julie and Vincent would surely be dead and the great power would be in unstoppable and greedy hands. I had to get there before him.