The difference between us

(7) Plan

Chapter seven

"You never know what people have up their sleeves"

Plan

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Vincent's P.O.V

I had something to do, so I drove to where I always went when I had a problem. I just knew by instinct that things were going to change. Once I pulled up to the driveway, the building had red bricks, and stood about 10 floors tall. The walls had been graffitied on, and there was garbage cans filled to the top. Yeah, it was surely a dump. The atmosphere was dull and gloomy, and there had been a group of guys huddling near the corner of the building. I parked my car and got out, making sure it was locked. Before walking into the building I pulled on the car door, yea it was locked. I made my way into the door, and up three floors before reaching a room that said 20A.

Before knocking I inhaled deeply, and I knocked. In a matter of seconds the door swung open, and a girl with a small face, petite structure, honey blonde hair and gloomy brown eyes stared at me. She had dark circles, and wore a red dress. Her honey blonde hair was unkept in curls. "Oh, I was just leaving," she said in a voice so small and innocent. On her neck had been a bite mark which seemed to be swelling. Probably another one of their victims. "Yeah, are they in there?" I questioned her. The girl nodded and her curls moved as well. She made her way past me, and into the hallway. I shrugged and went inside, shutting the door behind me. Although the building was a dump, sometimes the apartments weren't.

The apartment ceiling had been high, the walls were a deep velvet color. The tiles on the floor had been white. There was a small tv, a dining table and a bunch of books scattered along the dining table. Near the corner was a small kitchen, and down the hall was the bathroom and bedroom. Near the bedroom had been an office. It was extremely plain, but nice.

I made my way down the hall, and I guess he had been expecting me because he was already standing in the doorway to his room. His arms had been crossed, and he stared at me. His jaw was square, and he had slim cheeks. A bunch of freckles went across his pale skin. His eyes had been a deep gray, and his hair was chestnut brown. He was slightly bigger than me. He wore a red long sleeved casual shirt, and black slacks. Out of the bathroom came her. She looked at me through lavender eyes. Her skin was pale as well, and she had pin straight deep red hair. She was wearing a pink robe that brung out her slim, curvy figure.

They smiled as we made our way into the office, and they took their seats behind the desk while I sat in front of them. I had decided to speak first, since that was the way it had always been.

"It's been a while, Ventius, Celeste."

Melancholy

Agony

Frustration

That's what I felt. Sitting in front of leaders, I had to tell them what was going on. Celeste turned my way,

"Vincent, what brings you here?" Her tone was sophisticated, and she had a light French accent. "I'm having a problem," I responded, looking down at my hands that were in my lap.

Ventius scrunched his nose, and he brought his elbows on the desk and put his mouth to his hands. He was thinking. "What is it?" He raised his eyebrow at me. His dark eyes peered into mine. "Clyde," I answered quietly.

Their eyes widened at my answer and they both let out a sigh at the same time. Clyde is bad news for everyone. He loves to cause trouble, and there is absolutely no way that I'm letting him get my Stephyboo.

Celeste's lips formed into a straight line. "What has he done now?" Celeste asked me. I took in a whole bunch of oxygen, and let it out. I think I'm ready to let them know.

"Stephanie Roset Taylor," My response was. "The girl with aqua orbs, what about her," Ventius questioned. "Clyde is after her, even though I have come to claim her," I answered, I was angry now. Just thinking of him getting Stephyboo makes me clench my fists and grit my teeth. That boy makes my blood boil.

"But she is not his to have, she is yours, you are hers. Does he not know?" Ventius questioned, he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. It was kind of stuffy in here. "Ventius, he obviously does not if he is trying to change the girls mind," Celeste scowled at him. Ventius shook his head, "I'm sure he knows, he is just trying to deny the truth," Ventius responded while looking at Celeste. She rolled her eyes and began to play with her long strawberry colored hair, examining the tips which had been lavender just like her eyes.

"So what are we supposed to do?" Ventius questioned everyone, he increased the tension between everyone. Well, I think that it would be best to let the future take charge," Celeste responded, her finger had been raised as she talked. "So what do I do?" I questioned them, my fingernails dug deep into my palms. "As her sentinel, you have to do what is best for her. Even if it means taking Clyde's life," Ventius warned.

My eyes widened at his response. No matter how much I despise Clyde, I don't think there is anyway I'd take his life. I bit my tongue, and shook my head.

"So that's what the solution is?" I chuckled without a sense of real emotion. "I kill him? I can't do that," I shut my eyes tightly and turned my face away. Celeste sighed, "It's your job, Vincent. Talking will not work with Clyde," she explained. He sure was stubborn, but I had to convince him somehow to leave her be. "That is indeed true," Ventius responded to Celeste. "Why did you assign me her then, why? If you know Clyde would get involved then why?" I blurted out, and Celeste tapped her fingers on the dark wooden desk.

Ventius scribbled something on his paper then set down his pen. "We wanted to give you a challenge, Vincent," Ventius pleaded. "A challenge? The girl might lose her life in the process," I objected to them. A challenge? They're mad! "That's what sometimes happens, when it is too complicated," Celeste stated. "She's going to find out eventually, I am sure her brother knows about her as well," Ventius informed us. "Or fake brother," I muttered quietly. Celeste sighed, and Ventius spoke up, "The bottom line is that you have to inform her about the truth, and in the end all must go well," he finished.

I now know that no matter what it takes I have to make Stephanie find out her true self, and all in the process I have to watch over her. Complicated, I think so. "She has to know before She turns eighteen," Celeste butted in, and began to stroke Ventius's arm, her fingernails making small circles.

Her birthday is in exactly two months. I have two months to convince her about her true self, two months to have her love me, two months to love her, and two months to make her feel like a normal teenage girl before everything for her life changes.

"Thank you, I will make sure to fulfill my task," I thanked them before walking out of the office. I reached the door and opened the metal locks, before leaving the apartment, shutting the door behind me.

This is going to be a long two months.