A special shout-out to Winterstarfire, the creator of this badass awesome Lumiere, for finally updating "Claiming of the Mercenary"! I love you for it! Please don't let Alexandria die. I will be very very sad if that happens.
P.S: Please review this story, it would be great to hear what you think!
P.P.S: It's soo cute that Lumiere calls Alexandria "Allie". Awwwww.
Sorry this chapter is shorter then my others, but I have writer's block again.
Anyway, on with the story.
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Chapter 12
Lumiere paced the confines of his small room, scolding himself. How could he have let his guard down so easily?! In fact, why did he let it down at all!? His mind argued back, "Because you know that there's at least some good in her, and you want to help her." He snapped, trying to convince himself otherwise, "No. I. Don't."
All of a sudden, the bedroom door opened, and Jacqueline stepped inside. Quickly wiping her mouth of blood, she said nonchalantly, "I see you made yourself comfortable."
Lumiere looked at her, his eyes cold and strong jaw clenched, "Been out terrorizing innocent humans?" he bit out.
She whirled around to him, "What!?" she snapped, silently daring him to repeat it.
The mercenary, although he recognised the danger, answered, in a growling undertone that hid his rage, "Let me put it another way. Have you been out ruining lives? Tricking people into helping you? That's what you did to me."
The vampire bared her fangs, "How dare you!" she hissed.
Her companion started, "Shut up bit…."
"Lumiere" interrupted Jacqueline, in a warning tone.
He stalked towards her, fists clenched and expression murderous, "I was right. You're nothing but a creature of darkness. You, especially Jacqueline, belong with the spawn of demons. I should have done this a long time ago" he spat.
With amazing speed and strength, he pinned her against a wall and snatched his dagger from the side table. Holding it against her throat, he said in a low growl, "You know what? I'll just kill you right here. I'll find another way to get to Nicolas."
Thanking fast, Jacqueline replied, unable to keep her voice or body from shaking with fear, "I-I'll can h-help you with N-Nicolas. He has a s-sister, Alexandria. If you could s-somehow c-court her, N-Nicolas might b-break you c-curse."
Lumiere wrinkled his nose in disgust, "I'd never do that. I'm not going to be a vampire's mate" he replied.
The Zemya responded, "It is o-out of our c-control. Our m-mates are chosen for u-us. By fate."
The mercenary shook his head, "Forget it, you're not getting out of this so easily" he said. However, some part of his mind wondered, "Am I Jacqueline's chosen mate? Is that why she's been acting so strangely then any other vampire I've known?"
Jacqueline's objection interrupted his train of thought, "I am not trying to trick you, monsieur. Although I cannot understand why you would want to give up immortal life, I can understand what it is like to live as something you do not want to be."
Lumiere's gaze softened momentarily, before it hardened again, "Wait. How do you know I'm immortal?" he questioned in suspicion.
The vampire raised an eyebrow, "You told me that you were centuries old, remember? It does not take a genius to conclude that you are no ordinary human" she replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
Lumiere nodded, and, although he did not know why, released the grip around her neck. He stepped back, watching with little emotion as she gave him a grateful, but angered, look. The mercenary took another step back, "Try anything, and I'll pin you right back up against that wall" he warned.
Jacqueline nodded, and, almost timidly, walked out of the room.
That night, Lumiere was in his room, when he saw Jacqueline emerge from hers. Curious, he watched as she walked down the stairs. The mercenary opened his door, and inquired, "Where are you going?"
She turned to him, "I am going out, human. That is all you need to know." Then, without another word, she walked down the stairs.
