The Cobra's Gaze and Bite [Cobra Commander x OC]

Entry 07 : Situational Changes

Entry 07 : Situational Changes

04 | 1801 | B | MAR | 21

Two months later, in my grandfather's chateau, I was sitting on a lounge chair in the sunroom with a cup of coffee next to me on an end table. My grandfather, Gerard Lacroix, sat across from me in his favorite chair with this morning's newspaper in hand.

My arrival had been sudden. I had thought that my father would take us to another one of his safe houses, but within hours we were pulling up to Chateau Lacroix. It had been as much a shock to the staff and my Grandfather as it was for me. I hadn't seen him since I was five, and seeing him again over ten years later left us both stunned. It didn't help that my father left as soon as I had stepped out of the car. He didn't give me, and consequently his father, a proper explanation. Not that he needed to, we both had a good idea as to why and it left us both angry. It became a point of bonding for us in the beginning, a place to start despite the uncertainty we had of one another.

Not only that, but it had also been two months since I last properly talked to Rex. All I knew was that he had been released from the Underground Hospital a few days ago. But that was it, and I really had been missing the conversations we had when I was still hospitalized. Unfortunately, we had both been busy. Him with his job and me adapting to an entirely new home and lifestyle. Still though...

I must have frowned a little, or at least enough for my grandfather to notice and lower his newspaper in order to see me properly.

"Est-ce que tout va bien, Sarah?"

Is everything alright, Sarah?

He once had the same light-blond hair my father has, but it had been grey for the past ten years. It was still as short as I remember first seeing it, swept back in a simple style away from his large, round face. His wrinkles were well defined on his face, and he had the same dark-green eyes as I and my father did. Something he claimed had run in the family since its founding.

I was slightly startled when he suddenly asked the question, but I caught myself and nodded as I replied, "Je vais bien, ce n'est qu'un petit ajustement dans la vie ici."

I'm alright, it's just been a bit of an adjustment in living here.

"Et ce serait," My grandfather huffed, "Adrian vous amène ici un moment et quitte la suivante."

And it would be, Adrian bringing you here one moment and leaving the next.

"Ce n'était pas si mal, grand-père," I said with a small smile, "Au moins il m'a laissé avec toi."

It wasn't all bad, Grandpa, at least he left me with you.

My grandfather just stared at me, and slowly his eyes became a little misty and it seemed like he was seeing someone else in my stead. I had a good idea of who.

"Tout comme votre mère, voir le côté plus clair des choses." He said with a smile of his own, "Un peu trop pardonner les autres parfois, mais c'est peut-être une bonne chose."

Just like your mother, seeing the brighter side of things. A little too forgiving of others sometimes, but perhaps that is a good thing.

However, that smile faded quickly when he then said, "Mais ton père n'est pas un homme, car aucun homme n'abandonnerait son enfant pour poursuivre continuellement sa propre soif de sang."

But your father is no man, as no man would give up his child to continually pursue his own bloodlust.

I was not surprised by his incredibly harsh words about my father. The two men had been on opposites sides as long as I could remember, and it stretched long before even then. Gerard Lacroix had been an assassin as well, but a legal one and trained by the government. It became his career, and it influenced my father to become the same: an assassin. However, he took a much darker path with it and it put heavy strains between them. The final straw had been my mother, who had been the daughter my grandfather never had, and her death was still painful for him.