"FOR SOMEONE WHO IS QUITE POWERFUL, IT'S VERY EASY TO GET INSIDE YOU HEAD." Emily spoke, her tone causal but never was it light. Her pointed look said it all. "And it was very easy to tack you. You mind is weak, pathetic. "
Neither of them moved, both seemed to keep their distance. The only movement that was made was Emily's narrowing eyes, rigid, cold, hard. In that moment Grayson knew she was already far away. Once more he was the enemy. these swings from mostly tolerated to most hated would be the end of him. The tension between them was consuming, to present to ignore.
Grayson scowled at her comment, even if it was true. He defiantly didn't need others to tell him, he was aware of it. No matter how much he hated it, everyone kept breaking through the barriers of his mind, entering by force. It eliminated any sense of privacy he had left.
" So I keep hearing." He said, still standing by the door. "What are you doing here Emily?" He continued to say, wanting to know- was she here for him or someone else but that question was stupid, Grayson knew she was here for him. The amount of times she and her people had tracked him down after his escaping attempts, no way would she just stop. To just give up. To simply just let it go. It was never in their nature, 'Witches were a pain in the ass.' He thought. But then again, it made his life a little bit more easier in find her.
She lifted her eyebrow slightly, "What do you think Grayson?" She shot back.
"I would assume, yes."
"Did you think I would simply let you go, after you caused so much damage to my people?" She was right, not even he would let anyone get away with what he did, but at the same time what was he to do, just sit while they locked him up and tortured him. But the look in her eyes held a disgust he had seen so many times...He had seen that look in everyone of his victims eyes.
"You're a monster." She seethed with hate within her voice, and with burning eyes. He could practically see the flames within their darkness.
Grayson drew in a deep breath, narrowing his eyes at her, "You all made me that way." His voice all but a mere whisper, almost like he was speaking to himself rather than to her. It was true what they said about monsters, they aren't born evil. Sometimes, the world turns good people into bad people. 'Nothing ever changed...' Their opinions never changed, they always stayed the same and so did they. People always wanted something from him, whether it was to use him or to abuse him. It was always the same, he was always the monster in ever single story. No matter which side he looked at it.
Emily moved from her former post, edging slightly closer. But no matter how close she got, she still remained a distance away from Grayson. leaving a gap in between them also most like, she was afraid? "You're lucky, I'm not ripping you to shreds after what you did." She said, her burning hard stare would only last as long as it took her to think of the most brutally cutting things he could tear him down with.
"Lucky? Huh, I don't feel so lucky." He suddenly closed the door behind him, the door he had entered and left open.
"Trust me, you are." She said.
"You have a weird way of defining luck Emily." Grayson continued.
"Ironic isn't it?" She asked, suddenly she was pointing her finger at him, just slightly. "The person I want to kill the most, I can't. I can't make you suffer, like you made my brother suffer." She said, hurt within her voice.
"Then you would be doing me a favour." He said, Grayson wasn't all that great with sympathising with others. Yes, death is permeant but death to him seemed like a dream now, he has been longing for it for awhile. But no matter how close to dead he was, no one would let him truly die, to truly be at peace. "If you really want to make me suffer Emily, I would just let me live, there is nothing more than the hate I have for life." He continued.
Emily didn't speak for a minute, before she sneered at him then laughed only adding fuel to his slowly rising wrath. "True, but now it's even worse. You might've hated life before, just wait until you have to live with the guilt of hurting Alison."
"What are you talking about?" He asked. The tension slightly growing by each passing minute.
He would never hurt her. The connection he felt with her was strong and deep, it was something he had never experienced before. That constant need to be near her, to connect. He would never ruin that. At least not intentionally.
"Haven't you figured it out already Grayson? " She glares at him with hatred in her cruel dull eyes. " Let me break this down for you, Alison is my niece, making the man you murdered-"
"Your brother." He finished. 'No...' He thought, the memory returning back to his mind, the memory he tried very hard to forget. His victims faces always caused a sense of sadness, that always overwhelmed his brain. He couldn't stop thinking about it, it just kept replaying back again, and again in his mind.
"You're lying." he spat out, feeling lost and confused.
"Am I? WHY WOULD I LIE, YOU KILLED MY BROTHER." She screamed. No doubt someone must've heard, they were in vampire territory and they would've definitely picked up the commotion. No doubt already making their way to them, but let's hope Titan can uphold his end of the bargain.
It wasn't true, it couldn't be because it meant he had messed it up before it even started. 'How do I ruin everything before it even starts?' He thought, the feeling of dread, surged in the pit of his stomach. Why did he even care so much? She meant nothing to him, he didn't even know her. But then why was he feeling like he had betrayed her in someway.
Dread was a fear flag for him, it gave him a chance to reflect upon the opportunity arriving and find real reasons to be at peace with that change. But even with that thought, to him it seemed impossible.
"SHUT UP." He shouted, his head racing, pounding with the information. The image of him taking the last few life of breaths kept replaying, he heard the snapping of his neck over and over again. He didn't know that was her even father, he should've known but even if he knew... would it have made a difference? Her father had attacked him, what was he going to do, just stand there while he heated him to a pulp.
"NO! When she finds out what you did, she'll hate you more than you hate yourself. So yes, Grayson, it would be better to let you live." Her eyes now drilled through him, with so much hate and anger that sizzled just above the surface her eyes. It spoke to him, that anger, the very same anger the resided within him.
Grayson felt himself spiral out of control. All he needed was that small trigger, and it was very hard to have his self control. His temper was his biggest weakness, he simply couldn't function without it. His temper was a form of function, a response of the self environment, for better or worse. His lived in that primitive state, he had to in order to survive when his environment changed, so he changed. He simply didn't know any other way.
"Tell. me. why. you are here." He staggered out, spitting the words with force.
But Emily wasn't scared of him, not anymore. Even if his eyes showed her his truest nature, his beast had risen to the surface, showing it's truest form. Violence. He was a freak of nature itself, his existence upsetting the balance of the universe. A half breed. But even in the presence of that malicious beast she never backed down. " I made a promise and I intend to keep it." She said.
"So did I." Marcel's voice boomed. He lurked in the shadows of the forest. Watching intently with his eyes, staring at the both of them, with a wicked smile upon his face, making his presence known.
"You should be asleep." He spoke once more, but this time it was directed to Grayson, who's eyes kept shifting back and forth from his human side, to his animal state.
"Marcel..." Emily spoke, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of him. If she wasn't afraid of Grayson, she had every right to be afraid of the man she'd betrayed once. He definitely was angry, dark. She would be too with what she had done to him.
A century had passed and he still looked the same, but the charming man she had once known, was now reflected in ice, cold and malicious. Even she did, with the help of magic but looking at his face, it still bared a face of the man she had murdered with her bare hands. Taking a life or any life it never left her, his face haunted her every single second of her life. What she did was too unforgivable then death itself.
"Hello love." He smiled a sadistic smile, a smile that would forever haunt a persons dreams. And did haunt her, every time.
Marcel tutted, "Careful Gray, I wouldn't trust this one. She'll stab you in the back." He said, titling his head to one side just like a sociopath would do. He turned his lips upside down, mockingly. There was no love there, in his movements, only hate. This wasn't the man she had once grew up with, were friends with. This man in front of her held a glint of evil in his eyes and she even bet his heart had turned to stone, Emily practically smelt the blood on him, the danger that emitted off him.
"Young, old, dead, or alive, you witches are a pain in my ass." He spoke once more. A cold looked reflected on his face gave her shudders. His hands were in fists against his side. Marcel knew well enough what he wanted to do, he had planned it from the very moment he had awaken from his death, his intensions were only for the most wicked of minds.
Emily slowly moved backwards, she knew what he was capable. "Phasmatos Pyrox Morsinus Illum..." She chanted, a spell that induced pain and caused bodily harm. No doubt Marcel would heal quickly but it was to put him down for a few minutes, just enough time to get out of there quickly.
She raised her hand towards him chanting again. Bring him to his knees, struggling through the pain, but even with that pain Marcel moved faster than the human eyes could see, just like a blur. He moved fast from one place to another like a snake about to sink his fangs in his prey.