Living Happily After

35: Inescapable fact

Gilbert was seen going back to the room, but no Violet was found. He walked towards Mara, whispered something in her ear, and Mara told Gilbert something back, before gesturing the others to follow him out. The others had questions they want to be answered.

When they went out the company, they saw Violet leaning on the wall with a pale expression on her face.

Gilbert walked towards her, "Can you walk by yourself?"

Violet nodded, and leaned on Gilbert for support before walking ahead.

The twins were worried for Violet and quite curious, but they already have a clue on why Violet was looking dizzy. So they asked, "What'd you say to Lady Mara?" Yousin asked.

"I told her that Violet wasn't feeling well and that she apologizes for her rash behavior earlier." Gilbert answered.

Yousef nodded, "What did Lady Mara say?" He added.

"She said that it was alright and that maybe we should find a hotel to stay at, she added that our stay here starts at noon tomorrow." Gilbert answered again.

Yousef and Yousin nodded and said nothing else, walking behind them.

But Emma was curious, 'Am I the only person who doesn't know what's going on?'

"Um, is Violet sick?" Emma asked, slowly, still confused at the tension in the air.

Yousef and Yousin knew, but it wasn't their story to tell.

Gilbert hesitated before, "Violet....is pregnant." 

"Oh," Emma commented, "congratu-"

"Shh." Gilbert quickly stopped her, "Sorry, but I think it's better if this news doesn't make it out to public."

Emma understood, she nodded, "Right."

Then a few more minutes later, they arrived at an hotel near Mrs. Colby's house (Mara).

"Good Morning sirs, madams, how can I help you today?" Asked the receptionist sincerely.

Gilbert decided to speak up. "Two rooms please, for 5 days and 4 nights." 

"Very well, how will be the bed selection for each room?"

"Two double beds for one, and two singles for the other." 

"Right, that'll be 850 Euros overall, under who's name will be paying?" The receptionist asked.

The twins were about to reach in their bags, before Gilbert stopped them and said, "Consider this a welcome to our town since we weren't there for the first few weeks." Gilbert said, giving the receptionist 860. "A tip for hospitality, thank you for your hard work."

The receptionist smiled, "You're welcome sir, your rooms will be ready in a short while."

The group sat down. 

Meanwhile, a couple of hours later in another place.

It was dark, it seemed like an underground  fighting dome.

And the dome, was filled with fighters.

"Did you find her?"

A voice, calling out for attention. It was a male's, it was calm, and mysteriously interrogative, though it can be mistaken as curiousity.

"Yes sir, Emma Mellor is in Leiden."

One of the lackeys, he and a bunch of others haven't seen the two men behind the shadows, though, he always thought only one of them were actually in control. He didn't know he was right either.

"Good, I knew she was mostly likely going there, our target Violet Evergarden is there as well. Though I don't think she's there to kill."

The voice was calm and collected, as if he knew this was going to happen.

"How wonderful, to toast, can you get me a bottle of champagne, you?" The voice said, cheerfully.

'The reason people in this gang calls him the voice, is because no one has seen him, only his shadow and only hearing his voice, I'm actually quite curious on how he'll drink.' One of the underlings thought.

The lackey in front of the voice, grabbed a bottle of champagne and walked towards the voice, handing it.

"Yes, thank you, you, since you've followed me obediently, I'll let you drink with me."

'And 'he' calls us all 'you', how odd.' One of the underlings thought.

And as if the voice heard that, that same underling felt a very, very cold right to his bone, and he felt a overwhelmedly dark shadow glaring at his soul.

"Really? Aw, geez, I never knew the voice would be so generous." 'Shit, I said, 'the voice', damn.' "Wait, I'm sorry, I-"

And just like that, a loud unnerving snap was heard, as well as a whimpering sound from the same person where the sound came from.

"If you really wanted to know my name, you could've just asked me you know." The voice said, with a deep scowling voice.

"Now," the voice, seemingly stood up and walked to a nearby light way where he can be seen, "my name is Edward Jones, who would like to be next? I'm not a voice now am I?"

The man, or what looks like a man, stood in the middle of the stadium of where they hide out. He was tall, maybe even handsome, his face didn't show obvious signs of a killer, but it's pretty obvious when you see that blood-red eyes, and murder hungry smile.

"Tonight, we celebrate." The man raised the bottle. "To satisfaction."

It was true, he is a human. And it's undyingly obvious.

"To our loyalty!" Replied the members in the group from all areas of the domelike area. Echoing.

We can't escape this fact.

"Yes."