Prince Among Mortals (Boyxboy)

Chapter 8

~November 21, 2012 France~

Gabriel opened his eyes. The memory of his wife's death haunted him still. He looked out the window and down at the street as people passed by. It was a lovely night in Paris. The moon was high and in the distance, the Eiffel Tower was lit and glowed brilliantly against the dark and starry sky. While there was beauty before his eyes, he could not take in its pleasure. It pained him, for Odette loved these breathtaking views.

He head a confident light knock on the door and went to answer it. Outside was a small women with long black hair, round brown eyes, a small nose, and a heart shaped face. Her skin was a light brown and around her neck was a pended with a blood red stone. She gave a warm smile. "Good news. I have everything prepared."

"You do?"

She nodded, "Yes. Sorry for the long wait though. It wasn't easy to find the place. Can I come in?"

He stepped aside and watched as her hips swayed into the room, no doubt it was on purpose to seduce him. She was pretty but she wasn't Odette. Garble closed the door and turned to her. "Will it work?"

"Of course." She bit a fingernail, "However, you son, the younger one, he'll need to be. . . . .handled."

An angry flare lit in his eyes, "Excuse me? That's my son. He doesn't need to be 'handled.' "

The lady crossed her arms, "He bears that strange mark on his shoulder correct? That curse? He'll not want to listen others ordering him around and telling him what to do depending how long he has to live."

"Explain yourself, Vanessa."

She smiled again, "I told you many years ago that some materials will need to be involved. Your youngest is the perfect candidate. Although 'The Child' would worked even more perfectly."

"I've sent Sebastian to find 'The Child' and I'm not going to 'handle' my son."

Vanessa put her hands on his shoulders and stepped behind him. "Oh Gabriel. A life for a life, it only makes sense. If your son is truly dying, then wouldn't it only be best it he gave his for his mother?" She leaned in close to his ear, "It would only make sense to give someone who was dying already, wouldn't it?"

He looked over at her silently.

"Think about it Gabriel. Vampires are supposed to live forever, your son is going to die like an other human. Put the rest of his life to good use. You do want your wife back, don't you?" 

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~Present day, Hollywood~

 Adrien dragged himself down the stairs. Tuesdays, there was just something wrong with them. Maybe it was because they came right after Monday. Yeah, that had to be it, or it could be that his father raped him twice yesterday.

Yes, that definitely was the reason why this Tuesday sucked.

He hauled himself into the kitchen. His father stood at the counter, looking through his things.

"Adrien, where is my airplane ticket?" Collin Horn asked.

Adrien shrugged as he poked his head in the fridge.

Mr. Horn moistened his lips as he watched his son, "You didn't take it, did you?"

Adrien shook his head, maintaining his tired frown as he closed the fridge with a carton of almond milk in his hand. Upon setting the milk on the counter, Mr. Horn walked up behind him, snaking an arm around his waist.

"You think you can fool me boy? I know what this is all about," he spun Adrien around so they were face to face, "you don't want me to leave do you?"