My beautiful butterfly in hell

unfulfilled desires

    chapter 5

Lucretius p.o.v

It had been approximately 24 hours since I had last seen her, 24 hours since I had arrived into this god awful town. To be honest with you... I have never seen such a beautiful creature like her in my whole life. I yearned to see her again and just look into her beautiful honey brown eyes and I hated it. I can still feel her crumbled form in my hands and I can still smell her sweet vanilla scent. I know what I did was wrong, but in my defence, I had absolutely no control of it. Otherwise, I'm not sure I would have controlled my demons.

The moment I put her on the bed, sure that she was no longer in risk and that Troy and Claudia will find her, I had hurriedly rushed up to my room changed my grey bloodied shirt to a black one, then grabbed my leather jacket and headed out to one of the clubs that I had spotted on my way here. And now...that where I am drinking my soul out and trying to make sense of things. I wanted to believe that I'm crazy for what my mind kept taunting to me but at the same time I felt hope for the first time in a thousand years and I desperately wanted to hold on to it.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing. It can't be. You are not supposed to be alive. Perhaps it a descendant of his. A masculine voice said from behind me, interrupting my thoughts.

"your wrong Antony, it can't be who you think it is. He died a long time ago...like how many centuries? 2...no it 3." Another man replied completely unaware that I could hear there conversation perfectly well.

I guess some of them are still alive. I don't know why I thought they would all have died by now.but, of course, they would be...If they weren't ... I would be shocked.

"There is no way in hell I could have forgotten his face. Let me go and confirm for myself." The first man stated scrapping his chair on the ground making everybody turn towards him.

In no time, he sat beside me on the counter. I lazily ran my finger on top of my glass, then gradually brought the bitter contents to my lips.

"I must be wrong. It can't be. Lucretius?" The man mumbled under his breath as if scared of uttering my name.

I turned my body completely to face him with a smirk plastered on my face.

In front of me was none other than a very old acquaintance of mine who later on had betrayed me in the name of "siding with the winning team and survival instincts."

"In blood and fresh," I said to have his eyes widen as if about to bulge out.

"you are dead. I must be going nuts." He said rubbing the back of his palm on his eyes and the blood running out of his face making him look even paler.

I turned back around and filled another glass of wine and then acted as if I couldn't notice him.

"We meet again Antonio. You really didn't think we would die that easily? or did you. I said taunting him while simultaneously I turned to flash him another smirk making my fangs and golden eyes appear.

In a second, he was up from his chair making it fall and rushing for the door. When his friend saw that he stood up too and dashed towards the door.

I lifted my glass and gulped the last contents of the liquid and then casually sauntered towards the door giving them a head start. Since we came back two years ago, we have made sure to kill every single one of this motherfuckers. One by One.

There is no way you can still my life from me and from the people I treasured then expect to live. I, Claudia and Troy had been chained for years in a desert for hundreds of years in fucking caskets by different creatures that had worked hard to eliminate our faces off the earth. Then one day, we just woke up gasping for air that was denied to us and our powers that had been stripped away running in our veins and I can't describe how pissed off I was at all the people that betrayed me. Especially one in particular...