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Chapter Fourteen: Hand Of Doom

All I can ever do is piss her off, or make her cry. Can I just make her happy for once? What the hell is wrong with me; am I that depressing?

No, but you weren't even suppose to make friends with her anyway. You know that.

Ville fought with himself the entire way home, what was wrong with him? Vivian always seemed to be crying, or angry. Maybe it wasn't him, maybe it was her. She just has so much built up stress that she can't take a Vampire in her life.

Well, you asked her to wait. It's not your fault. She shouldn't have pushed.

True. But you know-

Yes, I know. Shut up. I couldn't help it, it was one of those, and what do they say. Love at first sight? You know we are supposed to be together; she was born my mate, I can't help that.

I wonder if he knows?

That is kind of a scary thought, don't ask that!

By this time, Ville had reached the abandoned ware house on the outskirts of the city. He crawled in through the crack of the rusted metal door.

He was plunged into the cool darkness. He glided around the molding crates to the trapdoor where storage rooms use to be. But instead, it became Ville's Haven.

All the shelves had been removed and was turned into a living quarters. Most of the furniture he had brought with him from Romania, but some he borrowed… with out permission.

The stone floor had been covered with a shag carpet, courtesy of the ware house it's self. The concrete walls had black velvet hanging decoratively around all the walls. A red velvet stiff seated couch was pushed up against one wall and a winged back chair on the opposite wall. A glass coffee table was placed between. A circular alcove was on the far left corner, he placed his coffin here. On the right, he had used one of the old shelves to hold all of his old novels he brought with him. Then on another shelf was all his music. Everything he had heard while growing up. A stereo was centered on the back wall with two man sized speakers.

Ville took off his trench coat and threw it over the arm of the couch. After placing a cd into the player; something loud, he sat on the coat as well. He didn't clear his jacket all the way and he heard a crunch of crumbled paper. He pulled dug through the leather heap and found the paper that Vivian had given him. On the front page was a familiar face sitting in the back of an ambulance. Geena.

Geena Puget discovered in the alley off of Smithins St; found under a pile of garbage cans, badly injured. Her arms were broken and one shoulder dislocated; one leg fractured, 4 broken ribs and a broken nose. But other than that, there were just minor scrapes and bruises. Doctors say she shall recover with no permanent damage, scars are likely.

As for her attacker, he is still at large. She said she didn't see his face, it was too dark. But this mystery man has the strength of 10 grown men combined. Geena was thrown up oneside of the alley wall and crashed into the garbage cans. So all of Manhattan, be on alert for this attempted murderer.

Ville wouldn't… couldn't read any more. Had he really done that? Now all of Manhattan found him dangerous; well not him, but a super human who is charged for attempted murder. He had to go see her. There was still plenty of time left till daylight.

Seconds later he was walking up to the desk of the receptionist at the hospital.

"I'm here to see a Geena Puget."

"Let me see. I'm sorry. Geena is not seeing visitors.

"But I'm her brother, I need to see her," He cried, not sure if he was faking the plead in his voice or not.

The lady bit her plump red lip, and looked up at him.

"Please…"

"If you don't bother her, you can look through her window. It's room 6277. BUT don't disturb her."

He thanked her and walked toward the nearest elevator, Squinting at the brightness of the florescent lights.

6275… 6276…6277. He stopped to pear into the window that displayed Geena like a movie for all to see. She was asleep. She was almost covered completely in white bandages. But it didn't look to bad, but almost 5 months had gone by. Her cuts had healed and a vast majority of the bruises had disappeared; but a giant purple mark in the shape of a hand was still visible on her neck. Ville looked down at his hands, opening and closing them a few times. It was only then that he saw the oxygen mask on her face. He must have damaged her windpipe in his anger. That had to be the reason she was still here, she would have been released otherwise.

This is only a sampling of how out of control he could become when his anger got the best of him. The last time he has lost control, he had killed 10 people. It was only after it happened that he realized what he had done.

He shuffled out of the hospital, ashamed. For the second time in his life, he hated the monster that he was. But there's nothing you can do about it.

"Shut up." He said, not caring if people thought he was crazy for telling no one to shut up.

Once back in his one room house, he collapsed on the couch and fell asleep.

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By the next night, he had made up an entire speech to give to Vivian. He wasn't going to tell her the truth, but he wasn't going to lie to her either. He was just going to tell her that not everything in a vampire's life can be told aloud, and shit like that.

He was just about the climb the stairs to the trap door when he felt an unwelcome familiar tingling on his back. Then full force, like a bolt of lightning, those eyes burned into him. It wasn't like before, it was worst.

"Valo. A word." Echoed off the walls.

Ville was curled on the floor, groaning in agony.

"Yes master," he panted.

Then the pain stopped just as abruptly as it started. Using the wall for support, he stood. Vivian was going to hate him for leaving with out telling her, but there was no time.

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Ok, I'm officially excited. The story is actually getting somewhere. It is so close to making sense that it's driving me crazy not to just blurt it out!! Please read and review so I can move on!!