BAD BLOOD // Raphael Santiago

Eight: 'Until death us apart'

Octavia slammed the door shut with force as she walked in back to Magnus' apartment. The familiar crazy haired warlock was sitting on his armchair, reading an old spellbook. He raised his look from the book as he noticed Octavia standing there in the great hall of his apartment. Obviously, he had been enjoying a martini or two, noticing from the empty glasses that stood on the small armchair table next to him. Octavia was pissed off, beyond pissed off.

"You fucking idiot," she gritted her teeth, flashing out her fangs. Magnus raised his eyebrows noticing her mood, she was angry and upset. Clearly, the visit to Hotel Dumort had been eventful.

"How was dear Raphael?"

Octavia slammed her fist against the wall. Magnus smirked at her behavior, "No need to get aggressive here."

"Aggressive?" Octavia let out a sarcastic laugh. "Aggressive? Are you fucking kidding me, you totally bailed on me."

"I did that on purpose," Magnus replied shortly closing his spellbook. He looked straight to his friend's furious blue eyes.

"Oh, did you," Octavia continued with a sarcastic tone in her voice. She was not really up to Magnus' mind games right now.

"You let me waltz in back to Raphael's bed without even concern that he might try to kill me?"

Now Octavia had Magnus' full attention, "He what?" Could Raphael really try that? What happened to Raphael's unconditional love for his wild ex-wife. Magnus had talked some sense into him, after facing Octavia's full lash out in the downward cabinet meeting. Magnus had been their peacemaker for decades, and he honestly thought he had succeeded once again trying to repair bad blood between them.

"Yeah, you heard right! What the fuck did you say to him!"

Magnus shook his head, slightly disappointed. "Sit down and tell me what happened."

"Sit down? Are you really asking me to sit down and talk nicely with you?" Octavia raised her voice, her eyes glowing out of anger.

"I know you're angry, but this is how we work things out," Magnus tried pointing the sofa in front of him.

"Sit your ass down and talk."

"I'm not in a mood," Octavia snorted, slamming her fist to the wall once more before emerging to her room with her vamp speed. She was definitely not on the mood for Magnus right now, after everything that went down a couple hours earlier.

"It's been too long Octavia and we need to talk about this," his voice said calmly. Octavia sighed deeply before taking Raphael's advice sitting down on the red couch next to him. Maybe it was a good idea to sit down for this. 

"You know why I left," she murmured quietly avoiding his still unmistakably dark Mexican eyes what used to make Octavia's world swoosh. Truthfully they still made her feel that way, not that she wanted to admit it.

"I did what I had to do considering the circumstances." That sentence made Raphael snort loudly. He didn't like the sound of that

"What do you mean by considering the circumstances?" he asked raising a brow. He had loved her, more than anything, the addiction drawing him towards her. He had known from the very first drop of blood that he was going to turn her. "I turned you because you wanted to be with me, you said so yourself," Raphael reminded. "I'm immortal, and you wanted that."  

Octavia remembered that but how could someone who has been high for months be talking in her straight mind? She had made a lot of unadvised decisions back then. 

"I know you smelled him," Octavia interrupted again, raising her voice slightly.  Feeling the disappointment in going down on a memory lane she so badly  wanted to forget made her want to puke."You knew I was expecting a child, a boy."