They always assumed the worst. Everyone single one of them. Aiden's death shocked even me but for everyone to immediately blame it on me… How could I have done it?

I've spent the day getting lectured by Elijah, Rebecca, Dalia, Elijah, Elijah, Hayley, Camille and oh, did I mention Elijah. Did they not see what I did? Did Elijah not know, by now, the way my mind worked? He's spent a thousand years as my brother. Does that not mean anything? Is their nothing to be gained from spending a thousand years with someone, sharing their joy, their fleeting happiness, their fear.

To blame it on me as soon as they'd walked in the room. It was always the same. Not only did I not have the time to be killing off semi useful pawns when they've done nothing wrong, but what reason would I have for killing the young wolf?

Aiden had done nothing to me that wasn't expected. Wolf loyalty runs deep.

I could honestly say it hurt, when they looked to me with such eyes. Eyes cold and hateful, full of righteous fury that I had killed one of their own.

If I'd told the truth when they'd brought Aiden in…

Would they have believed me?

Would they have taken my word that I hadn't touched the young wolf, no. No they had already made their judgment, already decided that I was the killer. If I'd told them I would have been a liar and a murderer…

Not that I wasn't.

It was their eyes that gave it away. I looked in their eyes before I answered. I knew Elijah would notice something. He always does, when I'm lying, a thousand years is good for something.

Their icy, hard eyes, all ready to jump up and accuse me of murder. It's better this way though.. If they fear me.

If they fear me, they obey me. Terrified of the consequences now tipped on death. Not by my hand though, not by my hand. By the hand of Dalia they would perish! Nobody could see! The wolves may have asked but they'd already passed judgment on me!

And Camille, sweet Camille, trying her best to get me open, to write me down and solve me as if that would make everything clear. She didn't ask. She accused as well as the rest of them but I sensed something in her words.. Looking back on them..

She didn't believe their lies. My lies. She didn't fully believe that I'd killed Aiden. Perhaps that is why I'm so gentle with her. Why I can readily open up and admit to my wrong doings and my lies. Tell the truth to one at last.

Just one.

Pity it's a human. In their short lifespan, hers already half spent, they live fast and die even faster. Never enough time, never too much.

Eternity.

A curse or a blessing? To live an eternity. Forever. Or just something that feels like forever.

I still cannot believe they'd think I would be so sloppy. If I want to make a point well… We all know I have a flare for the dramatics.