Behind |First book in The Risen Saga|

Chapter sixteen-Seth

Wine. 

Wine could clear your mind and your soul-well, not actually but it sure did taste good. Seth sat in a soft grey arm chair with a green blanket, lined with black satan. The room was one of Seth's favorites, it reminded him of the first time he went into Emma's house. The room was nothing compared to the blinding beauty of the plantation home but it was still gorgeous. 

One wall was a window, not covered with the thick, enchanted curtains that all the other windows were, so nobody came in here except Seth and, on occasions, Darrel. The window looked out over the city, it was better at night when the lights cut through the black sky, seeming to turn the sky into a tsunami of colors: green, orange, red, purple. The soft arm chair sat in front of the window, looking out.

The wall right beside the ordinary door was a juniper wine rack, filled with the most expensive wine there is: Bordeaux, Rose, Chardonnay, Zinfandel, Viognier. Seth would make sure to stock up every week or so, so that he would never run out. 

The wall was a beautiful quartz color, specked with blood red. Not only was there a wine rack but there was another rack right beside it filled with beautiful wine glasses. 

The reason that the room reminded Seth of the time he met Emma is because the night that she had come to him, begging to be killed, he convinced her that she was meant to live. That he loved her. They had come back to the plantation home and went into the wine cellar and it had a window on one wall, a wine rack, and a rack for the wine glasses. Seth smiled at the memory and lifted the glass up to his lips, only to get a few drops. Sighing, he got up and walked to the wine rack, went through the bottles and settled for a glass of the regular, classy red wine. He swallowed it down, the burn in his throat making it that much more satisfying. The feel of it- 

The door slammed open to a very angry looking Veronica. Seth looked at her through lidded eyes and waited for it. The sun rays kissed her skin and made a sizzling sound, filling the air with the smell of smoke. Her eyes widened and she looked at Seth, who just shrugged. She darted out the door, slamming her back against the wall beside it, letting the wall shield her skin as it quickly healed. 

"Seth...come...out...here," Veronica said between breaths, peeking at him from the corner of her eye. Seth looked at the window, squinting his eyes from the sun. Then he slammed his glass on the ground, loving the sound of the shattering glass, and walked out into the hallway, slamming the door shut so hard that it rattled on its hinges. 

He stood in front of her, glaring down. Seth loved the look on her face, the way she practically cowered away from his gaze. He smiled, moving to lean on the wall opposite her. 

"What do you need Veronica?" he said, crossing his arms. He thought he was probably being a little dramatic, with the crossing his arms and his tone but he didn't really care. She had interrupted him.

"What the hell did you do?" she spat, taking a step towards him.

"I don't know what you mean,"

"On the news, a fucking massacre. What the hell? They were children, Seth!" Veronica threw her arms in the air. So, yeah, Seth did kill like twenty children. But what was the big deal? It wasn't that much and if Ava hadn't pissed him off he wouldn't have done it in the first place. He was in a murderous mood. He rolled his eyes and took a step, getting in her face.

"What are you gonna do about?" Seth watched her throat as she swallowed, a sign that she was nervous. He raised an eyebrow.

"I just don't think it's right, Seth," she looked at her feet. Seth smiled and backed up. He knew she was going to submit. She was one of the vampires that were so loyal that if he told her to run into the parking lot in the middle of day then she would do it. No hesitation. No questions asked. It was pathetic.