Chapter 7
ღ Cassie ღ
It’s another one of those days that I feel that everything around me is surreal. Nothing is physical and nothing provokes any emotion what so ever.
“Cas,” Lucca states from beside me, giving me a gentle nudge with his knee. I glance up from where I have my head buried in my arms to look at him. “Pay attention.” He scolds. I don’t think he cares much for my education, it’s probably to save himself the rant he’ll receive later if I don’t pay attention.
Just as reminder Lucca and I are A-level students at the local school, which means lots of work related stress, and boring classes; hence why Lucca has practically turned to my equivalent of an alarm clock. Even though little does he know, I can’t stop looking at him. He suits the school uniform, with the white button down shirt, grey jumper and black trousers. He runs a hand through his messy black hair.
I can see some of the girls staring at him, nearly fangirling at every move he makes. As if he doesn’t move. However, because he is only friendly towards me all the girls are jealous. I wonder how they would react if they knew I lived with him?
The bell rings and I begin to back up my stuff. Tyler leans against the table waiting for me while Lucca sighs in irritation as two girls giggle as they pass him. “Someone is popular with the ladies.” Tyler remarks.
Lucca scowls at him. “For existing!” He mumbles. Me and Tyler share a grin. Lucca usually shows no emotions beyond indifferent, until of course one of his fan girls appears.
You’d think he hates them all, and would like to see them rot in hell.
“Luc secretly loves all the attention, he’s too busy being a moody teenager to show it.” I remark, earning myself a glare.
Lucca walks ahead of us, his hands shoved inside of his pockets. He seems to shrink in size, as if he just wants to blend in with the crowd and disappear.
“Why is he so moody?” Tyler asks, staring quizzically at Lucca’s back.
“He’s Lucca, if he wasn’t we’d have to watch him for symptoms of a personality disorder, or he’ll be having an identity crisis.” I tie my hair up into a pony tail. “I think it’s the girls to be honest, though. He hates them.”
Tyler grins. “I knew it! I’m not the only gay here!” He declares. We both look at Lucca’s back to see if he heard us. Apparently not as he’s walking the same as before or maybe he doesn’t care. In fact I haven’t seen him show any interest for either gender. The boys seem to annoy him too.
He can only tolerate Tyler for so long, though.
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Lucca yawns and sprawls out on the bench above me. The wooden planks acting as a headrest. School has ended and we didn’t feel like returning to the apartment just yet. So we sit outside in the sun. He plays with my hair a bit and hums.
I have never heard the song before but it’s low and dark sounding which makes a shiver run up my spine. Lucca never really hums anything I know, but it’s always got that beautiful darkness to it. I think it’s a demon song or something.
Then again, Lucca is probably centuries old. The song could even be from a past era.
“Lucca?” I ask. He hums in acknowledgement of me, shifting himself so he can look at me better and give me more of his attention. “What age are you?”
He smiles a little. “A little over a thousand years.” He answers. “You’re wondering what the song is aren’t you? “ I nod. “People in the village I grew up in hummed it, I don’t know what it is either.”
“You never talk about yourself.” I accuse.
He shrugs. “I don’t think the past is that relevant. I’m not who I was, I can’t be him again.”
“Why what were you like?” I turn to look at him.
“Weakness drove me to be very cruel. I grew up with cruelty, Cassie. I didn’t understand right from wrong, I thought what I was doing was normal. Even if I hated it when it happened to me. I killed for pleasure, not to protect or defend. Just for pleasure. I may not be must now, but back then I was a cold blooded killer.”
I know he’s leaving a whole story out, maybe a thousand but something about the way he looks at me when answering this tells me not to ask. I can see it in his eyes, a deep need for me to understand, to let it go, help him to overcome his wrongs. “You didn’t make covenants then did you?” I ask.
“No. I stole them, therefore killing the person.”
He shuts his eyes then and faces the sky, taking a deep breath. In that moment I understood a deeper meaning to Lucca, he’s a monster but he doesn’t want to be. He can’t help what he is. I understand in some twisted weird way. I honestly don’t think that I can ever be afraid of him.
I have some deep unmoving trust of the demon behind me, and I think it’s just going to stay that way.
A/N: I know that this is short and rather rubbish, but I'm having severe writers block right now :'( Really hope the next chapter will be better! Also I'm on study leave right now, so I might take longer to upload, I might not. But anyways, COMMENT and VOTE! ~ Mia
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The Covenant
Novela Juvenil"Once you make this deal, there is no going back." Cassie Grey has been tormented by the night everything she loves went up in flames. She has a need for justice. However the only person capable of helping her is Lucca Noir. But...
