She entered the hotel and got into the elevator and pressed the button that read number 12. She sighed as the elevator ascended. She was kind of lonely now. Usually Jean would be with her everywhere she went, but she didn't want Jean to come with her now.
Genevieve closed her eyes and sighed. She suddenly felt a feeling of longing in her heart. For someone she had only met yesterday, but she felt like she had known him all her life. Silas.
She opened her eyes, but the feeling wouldn't go away. She remember when she first met Jean she felt this.
Oh no, she thought, My conciouns was right! I'm falling in love with Silas.
Genevieve was shocked at how quickly she was falling for him.
Fate doesn't need time, Genny, she told herself.
Genevieve shook herself and stepped ut of the elevator, as she made her way down the hall, the longing feeling only grew.
I can't be in love with him, she thought, he's a monk.
She sighed and unlocked the hotel room. She steped in, set her shopping bags down, and flopped onto the bed.
The longing feeling was still there.
I'm love-sick... she thought. Genevieve knew diffrent people got diffrent love-sicknesses. Some people form obbsessions, some have a longing (like Genevieve) for the one they love, and some had an unbearable burning feeling in their heart.
Genevieve tried to get her mind off of Silas. She decided to read a little bit. The only problem was that her book was a book about forbidden love. She sighed and put the book down. What was going on? Why did she all of a sudden fall for someone completely unsuitible for her?
Suddenly, someone came into the room. It was a maid.
"Excuse me, Miss," she said to Genevieve, "what are you doing here?"
"I'm staying here while I'm in London," Genevieve answered, confused.
"Oh, I'm afraid we had no vacancy left," the maid said.
"What?"
"Who gave you this room?"
"The woman at the front desk."
"Did you get her name?"
"Yes, it was Bonnie."
"Oh, Bonnie, that forgetful little trainee," the maid said, exasperated, "I'm sorry, Miss, but Bonnie must have forgotten this room was reserved for today, tomorrow, and the next day."
"What!?" Genevieve cried, "but, where will I stay?"
"Now, now, deary, there's plenty of other hotels around," the maid said, taking out a duster.
"Maybe so," Genevieve said, "but none of them are close to..."
"Close to what?" the maid asked.
"...him..." Genevieve answered, barley a whisper.
"Oh, got a boyfriend?" the maid chuckled, "young love... ha ha..."
Genevieve sighed. She packed up her bags, and got her shoes on.
"I'm sorry, deary," the maid said, "but I don't control our customers."
"Oh, it's okay, it wasn't your fault," Genevieve said. She walked sadly out of the room, and into the elevator.
Great, she thought, first my ex-boyfriend chases me, I'm love-sick, now this?
She checked out, and walked out of the hotel.
Genevieve passed by an alley she decided to sit and rest. She wasn't in the mood for walking to fast.
She watched as the sun sink and the moon rose.
I best be getting out of here, she thought, when night time creeps around, not the friendliest people in the world come about here.
Genevieve got up and started walking in the direction of the Opus Dei headquarters. She wasn't about to go see Silas, even though her heart cried out for her to do so, but she just stared at the headquarters and continued to walk.
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Silas was staring out the window. He still couldn't fully explain what happened to him earlier. That feeling was still with him, slightly. Suddenly, he saw Genevieve walking down the street looking sad.
Bishop Aringarosa's instruction for Silas to stay away from her completely flew out of his head. He rushed down the stairs, and out the door.
"Genevieve!" he called to her, running.
Genevieve turned around. She saw Silas, running towards her. She smiled and automatically ran to him also.
It seemed almost natural to run up to someone and jump into their arms for Genevieve. She had gotten so used to doing it when she was with Jean, and she was about to leap in Silas' arms, but she stopped herself just in time.
"What are you doing with you're bags? Are you leaving London?" Silas blurted out.
"Oh, no, I'm not going anywhere," Genevieve answered, "I got kicked out of my hotel room because some forgetful girl gave me a reserved room, and there's no vacancy left."
"You're going to another hotel, then?"
"Acctual, no," Genevieve said, "I can't go to another hotel, because they're all to far from..." she stopped herself just in time.
Silas was about to ask her what she was too far from, but he suddenly remembered Bishop Aringarosa's voice telling him to stay away from Genevieve.
Normally, Silas would obey him, but something deep in his heart told him that he shouldn't.
Silas couldn't believe for the first time in his life, he was disobeying the man who took him in all those years ago. But the burning in his heart only stopped when he saw Genevieve for some odd reason.
"Genevieve, I think we should go away from here to talk," he whispered, urgently.
"Why?" Genevieve asked.
"There's just someone in the headquarters that I can't have see us together," he explained, pained to talk about the bishop behind his back.
The couple walked a little bit around the street and stopped near a tall bush, making it's way up a gate.
"Genevieve, I have to tell you something," Silas said, "when you left earlier today, I had to oddest feeling in the world. I felt like my soul and heart were on fire, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw your face. Do you know what's going on? Because I have no idea at all."
Genevieve's heart skipped a beat. Silas was in love with her too!
"Silas..." she said, trying to keep her cool, "see, um... y-your in love..."
Silas' breath was caught in his throat. He was in love with Genevieve? That was how love felt? But he couldn't fall in love! He wasn't allowed to fall in love.
The fog seemed to lift now. Silas all of a sudden really appriciated life for all it was worth. Espically Genevieve, who was part of that life. But his heart was set a flame again. Did she love him back?
"You're... you're right, Genevieve..." he said, "I do love you."
Genevieve's soul sang with joy. "Silas! I love you too!" she said, suddenly.
Silas, then, reacted completely on instinct, forgetting Aringarosa's warning, forgetting the seering heat in his heart, forgetting he was a monk. He pulled Genevieve close and kissed her.
Genevieve didn't expect that. She relaxed every tense muscle in her body, and slipped her arms around Silas' pale neck, pulling him closer.
Silas never exactly kissed anyone like this before. Just because he never felt like this before. Genevieve's lips felt like rose petals against his.
He completely forgot that he wasn't supposed to fall in love, and if he ws caught, he would get into serious trouble, but Genevieve seemed like a dose of lithium to him. She made his world perfect; there wasn't a worry in his life while he held her in his arms.
"GENEVIEVE WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" a deep voice sounded behind them.
There stood Jean, looking at the couple as if they were the strangest sight, and the most hurtful sight in the world. They probably were to Jean's eyes.
Silas stood between his new found lover and the hulking beast. He felt awfully small, despite being very tall himself, but he would rather get hurt then to see Genevieve with the same fate.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?" Jean yelled at Genevieve over Silas, "LEAVING ME FOR HIM!?"
"Jean, I told you to leave me alone!" Genevieve cried.
"I WOULD BUT I CAN'T BEAR TO SEE YOU LIKE THIS!" Jean ranted on.
"What are you talking about?" Genevieve asked, getting angry now.
"YOU LEFT ME FOR THIS... THIS... FREAK!" Jean screamed, "DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD THIS IS GOING TO MAKE YOU LOOK? DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD THIS IS GOING TO MAKE ME LOOK?"
"I don't care about you anymore!" Genevieve yelled, "how can it make you look bad if I left you? And Silas is not a freak! He's special! He's pure! An Angel! He's my angel!"
Jean looked down at Silas and scoffed. "You call him an angel?" he asked Genevieve, "you've got pretty bad taste."
"That must mean you are one level lower than me," Silas said, finding his voice.
"What?" Jean said, angrily.
"You told Genny she had bad taste, you just said you were a bad choice," Silas said.
"DON'T YOU ANSWER TO ME, YOU-YOU GHOST!" Jean yelled. Jean's word cut through Silas once again. His father would always call him a ghost. But, Jean wasn't finished yet.
"I WAS THE BEST CHOICE SHE EVER MADE!" Jean roared, "AND SHE THREW HER LIFE AWAY FOR YOU!" with that, he pushed Silas, sending him slightly unbalanced.
Silas was skilled at fighting, so he regained balance and hit Jean square in the jaw.
"Leave us alone! Genevieve made her choice!" Silas yelled.
Jean roared like an angry bull and lunged for Silas, who nimbly leapt out of the way, causing Jean to hit his head on the gate.
He swung his fist at the monk, but unfortunatley, he didn't miss, and hit him in the eye.
"Silas!" Genevieve screamed.
Silas was knocked to the ground, and Jean was about to hit him again, but Genevieve leapt into the brawl, and jumped onto Jean, trying to pull him away from Silas.
It distracted Jean enough for Silas to get up and drive his foot into Jean's shin. Genevieve jumped off of Jean, who was clutching his shin, and ran to Silas.
"Silas, are you okay?"
He nodded and turned his attention back to fighting. Jean hit him in the jaw, bruising it, and he was about to hit him over the head, but suddenly Jean got a blank look on his face, and fell inches away from Silas. Genevieve was holding another rock, prepared to hurl it at the huge man again, but there was no need.
Genevieve ran up to Silas and jumped into his arms.
"Gently, please," Silas told her, holding her close.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Genevieve said, "Silas, you're bleeding."
"I-I'm fine..." Silas said.
"You're jaw is bruised, you've got a balck eye, and you have a bloody lip," Genevieve said, "we have to get you back to the headquarters."
"How?" Silas asked her, "I can't let anyone see me like this or with you. Espcially not the bishop."
Genevieve thought. "I have an idea."