Blood Rivals (On Hold)

Chapter 7

“No, there must be some mistake.” Vivian said, shaking her head vigorously. There was

a slight tremor in her voice as she sat in the chair that seemed to swallow her up. “You’re

wrong.”

Garth gave her a pitying look. “I’m afraid you are the one who is wrong, Tristana.”

“Don’t! Don’t call me that! That’s not my name!” she screamed. She ran out of the

room, practically running into Adrian.

“Vi? Are you okay?” he asked. She pushed past him and ran into her room, slamming

and locking the door, before collapsing on the bed.

Adrian turned toward the study, where he saw Garth sitting on the couch with his face in

his hands, looking distressed. He tiptoed behind him silently, and then with a deep breath, drew

a knife out from his belt and pointed it at Garth’s throat.

“What did you do to her?” he snarled. “I swear if you tried to hurt her I won’t hesitate in

killing you.”

Garth hesitated on the couch a minute, before reaching behind him in a flash and

grabbing Adrian. He flung him over his head and onto the floor, knocking the knife from his

hand in the process. He unsheathed his sword and directed it toward Adrian, who was laying on

the floor with a shocked expression on his face.

“How did you-?”

“Never underestimate your enemies.” Garth said, looking at Adrian triumphantly. “I

never tried to hurt her.” he added, lowering his sword and extending a hand to help Adrian up.

He took it.

“Then why did she look so upset?” he asked, bewildered. He had no idea what to expect

from this guy anymore.

“Because,” he said, “I told her the truth.”

“And what truth would that be?” Adrian asked, slowly reaching into his pocket, trying to

grab one of his pistols.

“Don’t bother, Adrian.” Garth said. “I admire your courage, and your fighting skills are

exemplary, but you’ve already made one huge mistake.”

“And what is that?” Adrian asked.

“Once again, you’ve underestimated your enemies.” Garth said, pulling a pistol from his

own pocket.

“How the hell did you get that?”

Garth gave him a sly smile and set the pistol on a nearby table. “Can we please have a

normal conversation without one of us trying to kill each other?” he asked.

Adrian shrugged reluctantly. “Alright, fine. But I want the truth from you. None of this

B.S.”

“No problem.” he said, motioning to the couch. “Come, sit down. Before I start, you

should know this whole ‘funny’ way of talking, is just a facade. I admit, it’s easier to speak the

way I have been, but I am quite capable of speaking ‘normally’ too.”