A Love Unreal

Chapter 40 - 6 Months

Carcer (Latin for Prison); Supernatural Jail;
Lily Eve Monroe...

This was down to my Father and that hag that he had married. It wasn't hard to figure it out; considering the fucking traitor had stood next to that dung beetle of a wife who had a condescending smirk on her plastic face. I hated her and now I hated him too. I should have trusted my instincts and never trusted 'him'. Stupid me for thinking that just because we shared DNA that he would be loyal to me. When it was clear that he was as selfish as he ever had been – everything was about him, and what he wanted. He and Margo were well suited to one another.

How could I have been so stupid?

When had I turned in to a stupid airhead?

Why hadn't I listened to Corey when he had said that he got a bad vibe from Elias?

Elias hadn't even said one word to defend me in the 'jury' chambers; clearly being his own flesh and blood didn't mean shit to him. I was just thankful that he wasn't in front of me right now because I would toast and then fry his sorry ass.

Was I upset for no reason?

Did I have the right to be angry, when I didn't even know the man? Maybe I was overreacting; the man didn't owe me anything, when we hadn't been in each other's lives for the majority of my life.

One thing I had to give the 'jury' – being sentenced to jail, we were being transported by limo. Everything was about comfort to them. Most Human people wouldn't be able to understand the 'jury' laws for the Supernatural world. The 'jury' didn't place any prejudice on any of the Supernatural world's species; mainly because there was a representative of every species on the 'jury'. The jail was supposed to be comfortable; we just weren't entitled to visitors for the entire length of the sentence.

"Are you ok, love?" Corey's voice sounded in my head.

"I'm fine baby," my reply came out in a much calmer tone than Corey's; my fear for him was as deep as possible, "are you ok?"

"I'm just worried about you,"

Ever since we had made up 2 months ago; we had been closer than ever. There were no more jealous or possessive arguments and I was trying my hardest to remember that it was so difficult for him when it did show its ugly head.

"And I appreciate that you have remembered and tried to be patient with me, gorgeous,"

"You make it easy – what with the handsome face and that sinful body of yours – it definitely makes it hard to stay angry at you," I giggled in my head for him.

For the rest of the drive, we continued to talk back and forth while I kept watching the beautiful scenery going by – the way the leaves had turned that golden colour that came with autumn into winter. It was definitely one of my favourite times of the year. The gentle winds, the fading sunlight hours, and the cosy promise of curling up in front of an open fire with your loved one. Scotland was definitely one of the most beautiful places on the planet and I couldn't imagine living anywhere else in the world. The journey was silent – since I was apparently the only person going to this jail tonight.

"Don't worry lover; we're on the way over to Chase's right now," Corey was telling me, "we'll have you out of there as soon as we can. You won't even have time to get comfortable,"

My eyes rested on the large Gothic style house – or should I say mansion, it was extremely imposing. It reminded me of an evil castle that wouldn't have been out of place in a Disney fairy-tale. I half expected the evil Witch to be standing in the doorway waiting for me.