A/N: Hullo there people. I hope you're doing great~ So this is it, chapter ten already! :DD I apologize for taking so long I had, yet again, another bloody writters block. D: Fuck you damn block! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. :3 Oh yes, I must apologize for chapter nine...it was crappy as Hell! Favorite and review if you'd like~ He he he.

PS: Thank you Johanna for helping me with this chapter! Te amoo~ :D 3

PSS: HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY CIEL PHANTOMHIVE! 3 3 I ADORE YOU MAN!

Chapter ten:

"Giovanni…why the bloody Hell are you here?" Asked Myrnin for the umpteenth time today.

The man smirked at the raven haired vampire while crossing his legs neatly. A hand caressed his bright red locks in delight then spoke, in a not all that usual, serious tone, "Well, can't I visit my little brother? It has been more than two million years, Myrnin."

"Yes, and I clearly remember why, you fool." Replied he with a frown. Why can't the little pest just die? Oh right, he's a leech, therefore he has to be freaking immortal! Thought he, frowning even deeper.

"Now, where is that little pet of yours?"

Myrnin's eye twitched at the comment, it wasn't enough for him to torture him with his bloody presence in his house, but yet he had to speak in a bad manner about the girl he loved and craved the most for. The black haired vampire had a sudden urge to hit something, meaning his face, which was nothing new, knowing well how twisted their relationship was…Well, let us not get there, my friends. Anyhow, Myrnin ignored his brother, who was making flirty faces at him, and went to Margaret. The girl was lying on the bed, for she had passed out due to a beating between her and said vampire's brother. Yes, it was maddening to the male, seeing her lying so still, the only thing that let him know she was alive was the rhythmical raise and fall of her chest; yet not being able to talk to her or anything was killing him slowly. 'Well, it was good seeing her beat, as youngsters say these days, the crap out of him.' Worry made its way to Myrnin's cool features as he thought about one of the lots of predicaments…her sickness. He'd forgotten for a while that she was even sick, for she'd been acting completely normal and all, not a hint of the symptoms on her.

Our favorite vampire jumped out of his skin when he felt a warm breath on his ear. His glare turned to settle on his idiotic brother, once again, who was staring at Margaret with pitiful eyes. His mouth was twisted into a somewhat amused pursing of lips and his eyes were alight with a hope that was not understandable to him or, perhaps, the world! A pair of black eyes turned to stare at him intently as he straightened up.

"Oh…she's dying Myrnin. What you will do, I wonder?" scoffed the red head.

A hiss escaped Myrnin's lips, thing that made the other give a feathery laugh.

"Poor thing, you must be completely broken but that is what I'm here for." Said Giovanni, hugging a very stiff Myrnin. "I'm here to prevent you from gaining what you want most again. Just like I did millions of years ago, remember puppy?"

Anger rushed through his veins, waking him up from his shock. Disentangling himself from the arms of his brother he took a step back. And without a thought he slapped the beautiful face of the redhead, leaving his cheek in a deep crimson color. Shock and disbelief crossed the redhead's face, he somewhat could not believe that he'd gained the courage to actually slap him. Black eyes fell on the slumbering girl then back at the enraged Myrnin. Realization dawned on him. So my little brother feels strongly for this…pest, I see. The mere thought of it made him want to laugh loudly but he somehow kept his expression calm and calculating. Both brothers stared at each other for long minutes before Giovanni decided to break the uncomfortable silence that he had started.

"That was a good slap indeed, puppy." Said he caressing his cheek lovingly.

"Really, perhaps you would like to try my clenched fist next?" Myrnin replied with a menacing snarl.

Giovanni opened his mouth only to close it shut again. Such hostility emanating from him, it is exhilarating yet so dangerous. What shall I do..? Smiling he walked forward, closing in the space that his brother had made up himself to separate them. "Scary. Well you see, since you're in a very good mood, I'm going to answer one of your questions, puppy."

Myrnin kept silent, staring at his brother with a well mastered poker face. He knew that his brother had not simply come here to see him, no. There was way more to it. He'd never been the type of guy that would do something without a reason that benefits him on whatever he had in mind. The black haired man racked his brain trying to figure out another reason for him to be here, but found none. He was growing weary and anxious. Part of his brain told him that it was useless to try and find another reason when it was futile. The other one just did not wanted to accept the truth that was right in front of his nose.

"Well," Giovanni said breaking his train of thought, "I am here for simple reasons really, nothing special you know. I am only here, Myrnin, to eliminate you and lovely Amelie from the game. That is, my one and only goal, and I will not be stopped by a simple human. I will accomplish what I could not finish back there in Italy and this time, there would be no one to save you."

He'd been expecting this, of course he was, but he couldn't help to shiver from the words that were spoken so calmly. The thing that was most unnerving was the malicious smile that graced on his lips. Giovanni had made up his mind, it was clear. He was here to eliminate the two individuals that prevented him from taking over the throne back then. Myrnin personally didn't mind about the killing part, he could easily put up a match with him but he was worried for Amelie. Sure enough, she would never have expected Giovanni to attack her right here in Morganville, the lair that she herself created.

His brother smiled wickedly at the frozen vampire, then left casually, leaving the dumbfounded vampire to think by himself. Well, this is bad. This stupid little bastard is going to turn this into another war and I am sure that Amelie would not be really pleased with that, well that is unless she is in one of her moods. As it is, I have to inform Amelie about the information I had acquired; that is if she is not hearing it herself at the moment. Shaking his head, he made his way to the portal, which immediately activated as soon as he thought of Amelie's castle. Stepping through it he felt as he was being transferred, by magic, to the home of The Snow Queen herself. Once outside of the portal he stepped into, the all familiar, dim hallway that led to the main room. Without even knocking he pushed the beautiful double doors open, revealing the amazing piece of art that was the room. Startled, Amelie looked up from the book she was reading, a bit upset by the boldness of Myrnin, but as soon as she saw the expression on his face the anger quickly vanished. The Snow Queen wondered what could possibly be wrong with her fool, for she had not seen him so agitated since that day she had gone to his house and found him sulking like a child. But by the looks of it, this was far worse than that. Her pale eyes watched as the man before her looked around the room frantically before closing the door tightly behind him. Myrnin started pacing the room back and forth while mumbling non sense about a possible upcoming war or so she heard. So Amelie decided to wait, knowing that talking with Myrnin would be a very useless thing to do at the very moment.

A few minutes passed and the male turned to Amelie with a determined expression plastered on his usually foolish features. Quickly closing in the space that separated them both, he stood in front of the chair that she sat and started pacing once again. Cold, silver eyes narrowed in annoyance as the man paced back and forth in front of her without saying a mere word. Losing her patience, Amelie spoke in her usual cold tone:

"Could you please tell me what is going on, Myrnin?"

For one second she thought that the man had not heard her so she opened her mouth to repeat herself again, thing she hated doing very much, but in that same instant Myrnin stopped pacing abruptly and faced her. Without further questioning, Myrnin answered her in a low, shaky voice.

"Giovanni is here…and he wants his revenge."

The man didn't need to look at her expression to know that she was just as surprised as he was. He could almost feel her thinking the same as he:

The bastard needs to die.