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Sorry this is short. Here's Chapter 8!

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Chapter 8 – The Way Things Were

The receptionist glanced up as a tall shadow approached. She shivered. There was something about his eyes…something almost feral. It terrified her. "Y-Yes? Can I help you?"

The man chuckled, the sound sending shots of fear down her spine. "Do you have a free room?"

She nodded, hurriedly grabbing a key and placing it on the table. "H-How long do you plan to stay for?"

"Just the night. I need to think about some things."

"Well that will be $20.99, sir."

The man dug into his pocket and placed a combination of coins and notes on the table. "I'll be gone by morning." Without saying another word, Lumiere grabbed the key and walked towards the staircase. A smirk ghosted across his mouth. He could have sworn the young lady had been shaking in his presence.

Suddenly, a familiar pair of bright pink eyes caught his attention. He clenched his fists in anger. What was Gaston's girlfriend doing here?

She walked towards him, her pretty face the picture of anger. "You tried to kill me," she whispered, lowering her voice so no one else would be able to hear them.

He shrugged, appearing almost casual despite her rage. "If you'd given me those silver arrows the first time I asked, I wouldn't have had to try and kill you."

She raised a brow, "Did you honestly think I'd be stupid enough to give dangerous silver arrows to you? Need I remind you of your nickname?"

Lumiere's relaxed expression darkened. His voice came out in a threatening growl, "You're very lucky I would never hurt a lady. What I did was just to frighten you. If I had ever actually wanted to kill you, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

She refused to let her fear show. "You're nothing but a selfish monster."

Lumiere clenched his teeth. "Correct," he hissed, "So get out of my sight. Now." He nearly laughed upon seeing her facial expression. Had she really expected him to deny her words? He was a bounty hunter! He wasn't supposed to be fluffy and friendly!

With one final warning glance in the woman's direction, Lumiere made his way towards his room.

OOO

Once locking the door, he leant against it and tilted his head back. Letting out a heavy sigh, let his mind drift back to the events at the manor. He knew that the arrow had missed Adam's heart, but he would have to settle for the wound that was undoubtedly there. He'd spent enough of his life around the werewolf Alpha.

He had been with Adam since boyhood. His parents had abandoned him because of his inability to turn, and Adam had taken him into his pack. Lumiere had been building up his hatred for many years. Having to permanently bow down to anyone was insulting…let alone one of his own kind!

Not to mention, he was stronger and faster than his old Alpha. Anger boiled in his blood. I should have been Alpha. I could take Adam down with ease.

Yet he hadn't.

He'd been given his chance…and failed. The arrow had missed. By mere millimetres, but it had missed none the less.

In the old days, that wouldn't have happened. In the old days he would have been able to shoot him right in the centre of his heart from five rooms away. This only furthered his frustration. What's happened to me?

He used to be feared! His mere presence once put everyone on edge! There was a time when no one dared to say a single insult about him. But now, whenever he went out of the manor, he heard whispers. He was called weak. Domesticated.

He was tired of it all.

Lumiere pushed himself off the door, and headed directly into the bathroom. Throwing off his clothes, he caught his reflection in a small wall mirror. It had been years – centuries, even – since he'd truly felt like the respected killer he once was. Now, finally, that feeling was starting to return.

Lumiere grinned at his reflection, both sets of razor-sharp fangs showing. He would go back to the way things were.

He would everyone remember exactly why he was known as The Dark Angel.