6th Chapter… I decided I'm going to press on. Muahaha…
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Here goes…
Clio sat up in her bed. It had been almost two weeks since Kyle broke up with her. Everything in her life had revolved around Kyle. She had looked forward everyday to the dates at night with him. Now that he did not want her anymore, her life seemed so empty, so vacant.
She wiped away her tears angrily. How could she cry for such a jerk? But no, her heart just kept twisting each time she remembered Kyle's look when he touched his soulmate. There was a light in his black eyes that she had never seen before. Her blurred vision cleared when she saw a photo of Kyle and herself on the tabletop. In three long strides, she walked over and swept the photo frame off the table, crying loudly as she did so.
She was losing it.
Falling to the ground beside the glass shards, she picked up a piece and stabbed it into her thigh. Her heart wrenched cries turned into wails of anger as she rocked herself back and forth on the ground.
Stab. Pull out. Stab. Pull out. Stab. Pull out.
Nobody will ditch her. Nobody can ditch her! Kyle! She threw the glass shard and picked up the photograph. Tenderly, she traced her bloodied finger over Kyle's face.
"Kyle…" She sobbed. The wound on her thigh was already healing, but not the wound in her heart. Would she ever heal?
Probably not.
She turned around slowly as a servant came in and set down her lunch. Clio smiled. The servant, a lowly skilled witch, was taken by surprise as Clio grabbed her and broke her neck. Drinking her blood savagely, she felt thirsty still. The thirst for revenge in her was insatiable.
Tossing aside the servant's corpse when she had her fill, she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. Her mission was clear.
Nobody ditches me, Kyle Caldwin.
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Kyle waited outside Dermot's office. He was summoned by both Skye and Dermot for the incident in the restaurant. Apparently, the Daybreak Council took such fighting matters rather seriously, especially when it occurred right in Daybreak Center. He had been waiting for one hour already. He paused when he was about to knock on the door, as he heard something that he did not like.
"… no spy. Just want…Kyle…break up." Skye's voice spoke.
Kyle was stunned beyond words. He had not expected the Daybreak Council to go to such an extent just to break Clio and him up.
Dermot then said something inaudible and another elder replied, "Well, he's got a soulmatey now, ain't it? Another elder with a raspy voice then said how the soulmate principle should no longer happen. The voices drone on as the elders began to debate over whether the law should still stand.
Kyle felt as though his mind was in turmoil. The council that he had respected, that he had worked for, actually used such underhand method? He had hurt Clio deeply, and there was no way he could make it up to her.
Jade saw Kyle standing at the railings and was unsure whether to go over. The lights in the corridor made Kyle's chiseled features even sharper. He seemed to be brooding over some matters. Jade again felt herself torn apart. She wanted to talk to him badly, to understand him better. But at the same time, she was worried about being rejected by him.
Mustering up her courage, she decided to approach Kyle despite the odds. They were soulmates, and Kyle had better start to accept it. As usual, he did not react even as Jade stood beside him. She did not start talking immediately, but enjoyed his presence beside her and the windy night as she gazed out to the sea.
Kyle actually did not feel like entertaining Jade. Not after what he had just heard. However, he figured that Jade was innocent. Even if the Daybreak Council had not broke him and Clio up, Jade's status as his soulmate would eventually cause the break up. Bad as it had been to hurt Clio, he did not want to hurt Jade too.
True, he felt attracted to Jade. She had a great character; he could feel her love for her brother that time. He knew that she was sincere about him too, but he could not simply get over Clio just like that. He needed time to adjust.
Not forgetting the fact that now Jade was the source, he had to protect her even more. He knew that when things got really serious, he might be forced to go against Clio.
Each engrossed in their own thoughts, the silent night that they spent together marked a new beginning in both hearts. Jade, delighted for some time finally with Kyle; and Kyle, accepting slowly the way his life might turn out to be.
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"Ah… Glynn." Dermot said softly to himself. He was thinking about Kyle when his dead soulmate came to his mind.
Glynn had been fallen at a showdown back when Dermot was still in his twenties. Her death had been a big blow to him – he secluded himself for a decade – before he finally managed to walk out of the shadow of her death. She had died for him, having taken the bolt of energy that was meant for him. Mervyn had been the one. Tangled in a terrible love triangle, Glynn was pursued by both Dermot and Mervyn, although it was known that Glynn was the soulmate of Dermot. Unable to take the rejection, Mervyn had planned to kill Dermot, only to accidentally kill Glynn instead. Ashamed of his deed, the former daybreaker turned to the dark side by pledging his loyalty to Blood Iris.
Love was magical, yet it could hurt one. He could only imagine how Kyle was feeling since he was torn between love from both the light and dark sides.
Christmas was coming. That would have been Glynn's favourite season. He caught himself whistling a Christmas jingle, but he did not stop, as it helped to ease his loneliness.
Speaking of which, there would be the annual Christmas party in the Daybreak Center. It had been such a long time since he brought a date along.
A knock on the door jostled him out of his thoughts. "Come in," Who could it be since it was nearly midnight?
Paula entered his office, looking a little tired and she gave a smile. "What brings you here?" Dermot queried good-naturedly, motioning Paula to take a seat.
"I just… wanted to talk to somebody, you know, about adult problems. Wonder if you're free, or should I come tomorrow?" Paula asked, a little embarrassed.
"Oh, don't worry about it, Mrs. Finster. I was feeling a little lonely here too." Dermot answered quickly before giving a little chuckle.
Pleased, Paula's expression relaxed and she sat down on the couch. Without even realizing it, Paula began to talk to Dermot freely, as their chat topics roamed endlessly. Paula even told Dermot about her abusive ex-husband, something she had not expected herself to say so easily to a friend she knew only for a few days. Dermot listened sympathetically, only to chip in a comment or two occasionally.
Gazing at the clock, Paula was surprised to see that they had already talked for two hours! She rose from her seat and said, "I'm so glad I came to talk to you." Dermot was apparently elated about the late night visit as well, for he said, "It's been my pleasure. I had not had such a heart – to – heart talk for a long time." Dermot suddenly had an idea. Just before Paula turned and left the office, he asked, "Paula… I was wondering… would you be my date for the Christmas party in a week's time?"
Saying nothing, Paula smiled, and both of them knew in their hearts what her reply was.
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