"I will speak daggers to her, but use none''. - (Hamlet Quote Act III, Sc. II)''

Chapter X

I'm watching you

''Yes, but what if-'' I was cut off, yet again.

''You shutup. I don't want to her anymore of this. You need back up...and we all miss you so much!'' Nicola practically yelled at the other end of the line.

''Nicola! You won't dare...'' I warned her.

''Oh yes I would...and the more you warn me, the more you persuade me to come. I think you should know by now that I am very stubborn, Giselle,'' and her lecture went on and on. If I could sleep, I would have. Right about...now.

''Look, Nicole. I appreciate it that your concerned and all that, but it is really not necessary to come all the way from Italy just so I could have back up. And besides, I have all the backup I need. Plus, are you forgetting that I am the strongest of the clan? Or have you recently lost your memory?'' I questioned.

''Yes. However though, are you forgetting how strong Vincent is? Oh, and put Black Sabar, the twin wolfs and Nina together, they equal to the strength of about five vampires, two slayers and three werewolfs together. Now, you ain't gonna stop me from coming!Capeesh?'' I didn't reply. I kept silent, ''hello? You here me?! I said, you ain't gonna stop-'' I hung up. Let her come. I could care less.

''Oh God...I think I might as well as kill myself. Right about now would be a good time too,'' I huffed, lying on the bed, face down.

''Don't worry. It's for the best...I think...'' Claude mused. He sounded as though he weren't here for the last twenty or so minutes.

''Claude! I thought you were on my side,'' I groaned against the pillow I clutched.

''Nicola does have a point though. I mean, in the sense that you alone can't go against, what, Vincent, yet alone him, Sabar, the twins and Nina! Not that I personally would let you go alone, but-''

''What?'' I gasped, cutting him off, ''if I hear you say that again, I swer to whatever is out there, I will personally kill you with my own bare hands.''

''Say what?'' He asked, as he shifted the bed with his weight, lying down beside me. I looked up from the pillow, and starred into his face.

''Are you just pretending to act stupid, or are you really that stupid?'' I asked.

''Nope,'' he smirked. What was so amusing here?

''Claude, I told you once, and I am not going to tell you once again. I am going to finish Vincent off, on my own. Like he did my mother...this is my revenge. Not yours, not Nicolas, not nobody's. It's mine,'' my voice started to tremble from all the anger I felt.

''Look...I'm sorry...it's just that, I can't bear to see you hurt. I would hate myself for ever if anything happened to you,'' Claude whispered. I realised then, as I was looking into his surrowful face, that he wasn't to blame. I was so caught up in all this and my anger, that I let it all out on a person who cared for me. A person who I loved. A person who would die for me. A person who was always -and always will be- there for me.

''Claude...you shouldn't be the one to apologise. I'm the one who should be...I mean, I was so caught up in all this, that I just couldn't take it anymore...and...'' shit. Not the fountain show again.

''Giselle...'' Claude whispered, as he pulled me up into a tight embrace.

''It's just that,'' I cried hard onto his shoulder, making his shirt all wet. Oh great.

''It's just what?'' He carried on, rubbing my back soothingly.

''It's just that...I'm worried I'm putting all you guys in danger. Like that night when we saw Black Sabar at the club...starring at us...and when Violeta almost died when one of the twins and Nina decided to show up, and butcher us,'' I mumbled.

''They did what?!'' Claude asked, shocked, grabbing me by my shoulders, and facing me.

''Well...we did go into the forest...and...well,'' I stopped, giving up. I couldn't talk anymore. I couldn't lie anymore.

''Giselle...why? You could have died. You know how Vincent is...he doesn't show up personally unless you have offed his demons,'' his voice sounded as though he gave up too.

''Your right. You are absolutly right...I should kill his demons...and then, that will bring him to me!'' I screamed in excitment, grabbing Claudes face, and kissing him hard on the lips.

''Your a genious!'' I continued.

''Wait...so your telling me, that all this time, you never knew about this whole killing his demons, so he could come to you, thing?'' Claude raised an eyebrow.

''No...I didn't. I thought you would have to go to him. I thought the demons were only a distraction...as he got away,'' I whispered, lowering my head, feeling like an ass.

A cold hand lifted my chin up, forcing me to look into those deep, burgundy eyes that I loved so much. ''There's no need to feel upset about it...and anyways, atleast you didn't find out the hard way,'' Claude smiled, making me melt on the spot.

''Well, I guess I should be starting on my plan now,'' I sighed, taking his hand in mine.

''And what plan is this exactly?'' He smirked, raising an eyebrow.

''Well...''

---

''So what your saying, is that if we spread to different parts of the forest, they will come after us. Then we kill them? Right?'' Violeta asked, for like the a billionth time yet again.

''Well, yes,'' I said, looking up at Claude, who just continued to kiss my neck like a helpless lover.

''But aren't they only after you? Why would they appear where me and Claude are? They aren't after us. They want you Giselle,'' Violeta said, lifting her legs up on the coffee table.

''Vincent wants the whole Illuminati clan gone, and since he couldn't get to my father first, he tried my mother, with success. Now that my mother was out of his way, he's after me. And he can't simply afford to miss his chance on killing any Illuminati...which is why his demons would appear infront of any of us. I promise you th-'' I stopped, unable to talk for minute, due to Claudes constant kissing, making me gasp at his slightest touch.

''Er...ok then...'' Violeta said, shifting off the couch, and walking out of the lounge area.

''Mmm...and then what,'' Claude murmered against my neck. I could feel him smiling against my skin.

''Well, then we kill them...'' I continued from where I had left off.

''Ahaaa...then...'' Claude whispered into my ear.

''Then, Vincent gets peeved, and...he comes for me...then I personally send him to hell...'' I finished off with a silent moan, which escaped my lips the minute Claude kissed my neck again.

''Is that so?'' He questioned.

''Yes, it is,'' I replied, turning around from my position on his lap, to face him. My legs held by his hands at either side of him.

''You do realise just how goddamn irresistable and tempting you are, don't you?''

''No...not really...I mean, oh comeon...there was noone ever reallt there, to you know...and then there was the-'' I babbled.

''Do you know what?'' He asked, a playful expression upon his beautiful face.

''What?'' I asked, my expression totally different to his. I had a much more innocent one, as that's how I was feeling at the moment. Stupified by his gloriousness. Is that even a word? Oh well.

''Just be quiet, and do the honour of kissing me,'' he smirked.

''Why, tis' my pleasure, Sir Claude,'' I giggled, putting on a highly posh English accent.

''Good, because I can't wait much longer,'' he whispered, as his lips neared mine. They were about a milimetre apart, when Violeta decided to burst into the room.

''Oh not this again! Jeez, get a room will you?'' Violeta huffed, in disgust, might I add. She stormed off, and I just sat there laughing my head off with Claude. That was ofcourse, till our laughter came to an end, and we ended up starring into eachothers eyes. This time we didn't take long as our lips met, clashing into a delicate and soft embrace. It started off with a few gentle pecks on the lips, but ended in a fast and fiery French kiss. His soft tongue exploring my cold mouth, as I did his.

''Well...that was...different,'' I breathed for a second, moving my lips away from his.

''In...what...sense?'' He asked inbetween kisses as soon as he took my face into his hands and started to kiss me all over again.

''Well...I don't know...'' I replied, likewise. My fingers traced a line down his face and chest, pressing against it as both his hands managed to find their way around my waist, pressing me up against him. As I was sitting on his lap, I had an advantage of slightly being above him, so I could press my lips harder to his, taking his face into my hands, never wanting to let go. I could tell Claude wanted to manhandle me, getting unpatient. So he started to slowly push me down on my back, against the leather sofa. Soon, his body spread untop of mine, pressed tightly into one.

''Ahem,'' a female voice called with a cough, from the doorway. I looked up, as did Claude, to see Penelopé standing in the doorway, with a smile on her face. I looked at Claude who's hair was slightly discheveld and his lips had gone slightly red, or had the 'bitten/bruised' look as some might say, due to his kissing. I wonder how I looked like at that moment...

''Yes, Penelopé?'' I asked, getting rather annoyed at our interruptions.

''There's someone here to see you...'' if possible, her smile grew even bigger.

''What? Who...I wasn't expecting-'' I stopped. Unable to breather for a moment, as Nicola and Oliver walked into the lounge area. I practically pushed Claude off me, and ran over to Nicola, jumping into her arms.

''Babe! How did you get here so...fast?'' I asked, unable to stop smiling.

''Hey, I thought you didn't want me to come. And besides, have you forgotten that I can shift?'' She asked, in her smooth, fluent voice.

''Oh yeh...that,'' I laughed, smacking my forehead.

''So you and Claude huh? Always at it,'' she laughed, wagging her eyebrows like a perv.

''Your so pervy,'' I laughed. She soon joined in, her long, pin straight cherry red hair, flicking about as she laughed uncontrollably. I turned around, to see Oliver greeting Claude in a manly hug. I sneaked behind Oliver, tapping his shoulder. He turned around, and the minute he saw me, his eyes lit up, and he picked me up, spinning me around.

''And how you doin?'' He laughed.

''I'm doin fine,'' I giggled. I realized he had cut his golden brown curls slightly, and sleeked them back with some kind off gel or something. It suited him. He had the handsome face to go with it.

''Oh, by the way, your jacket still smells off my perfume,'' I laughed, noticing the familiar smell on his black mac. His grey eyes lit up, remembering the day I sprayed my Ralph Lauren Romance perfume on his jacket as a prank.

''Oh yeh...I remember now,'' he laughed.

''It was her perfume?'' Nicola jumped in, her face in shock.

''What do you mean was it my perfume?!'' I asked.

''You see, Nicola didn't know it was a prank, so she thought I had been sleeping around with some woman...and she had left her 'scent' on me,'' he laughed. Nicola's jaw dropped then, punching Oliver on the arm. In a friendly manner though...I think so.

''Make yourselfs at home, I'm going to be away for a few hours,'' Penelopé called out from the hall.

''See ya Penelopé,'' we all chimed aloud from the lounge.

---

''So, you after Vincent huh?'' Oliver asked.

''Yep, as a matter of fact I am,'' I replied smugly. Nicola smiled for some reason, as her eyes glistened in the light of the red and orange candles, which were the only source of light, coming from the centre of the dark lounge. We had all take our places; me next to Claude on a sofa, with Nicola next to Oliver on the sofa opposite us. The only thing seperating us, was the coffee table, which held the three candles. They gave off a warm atmosphere, resulting in us cuddling up with our partners. Claudes hand was running up and down my bare arm, kissing me occasionally, here and there.

''I notice you smiling,'' I asked Nicola, as her head rested upon Oliver's shoulder.

''Yeh, I am...I'm really happy to see you...and Claude...and everyone really,'' she beamed.

''Yeh...me too,'' I whispered softly.

And that was the night when I told them all my plan, not missing a detail. Oliver and Nicola agreed with me that it was a good idea, allthough Claude was still uneasy about it, in fear of loosing me. I tried to reasure him that night, but failed miserably. I'm going to go on with the plan though, wether he like it or not...