Disclaimer: I own Vivian, Geena, Faith, Christine, And August.
Chapter Sixteen: And Love Said No
A trip that took all of 30 seconds seemed to take only 3 milliseconds; but it was only because it was the trip Ville had dreaded since he was sent to Manhattan. All too soon, he was standing outside the gates of the 1505 Donegal castle in Ireland.
Ville sighed; you got to face the fire sooner or later… I just wish it would have been later.
The gates swung open and he walked up the insanely long path to the door, taking a pace that was slow, but not annoying. The door swung open automatically as well, would it kill someone to just come to the door for once?
Through the door, up the main stairs, down the hall, turn left, down that hall straight to the door at the end. He stood out side, dodiling a little longer; hoping to figure out a reason why his assignment wasn't completed.
"Stop stalling," a voice called from inside and once again, the door creaked open.
The throne room looked the same a half a year ago, when he left it to complete his assinment.
"Can you tell me WHY, Ville, that you did not come back sooner? Are you unhappy working for us? Do we displease you?"
"No master," Ville mumbled, rubbing his shoe into the rug.
"Look at me when you speak!"
Ville looked up into the dark grey eyes that haunted his dreams. "No master."
"Good," he snapped his fingers and a goblet flew off the table to Ville's left. It landed in his masters hands. He took a greedy swig and brought it down from his blood stained lips. "Tell me, have you done it? It's not like you to spend so much time on one assignment."
Making sure to make eye contact, he swallowed the huge lump in his throat and said, "No master."
The goblet tumbled from his fingers, "I don't believe I heard you correctly. Did you just tell me that you didn't complete you assignment? Ville," He rubbed his eyes with his finger tips, and then looked back at him. "What is the hold up? You are normally back within days asking for another assignment, but 6 months and you haven't done it. I even gave you a break from her when she ended up in the hospital. WHY! DO YOU NOT THINK THIS HURTS ME AS WELL! I wouldn't have you do it if I didn't find it necessary!"
"I'm sorry, master. There have been… complications. Geena was on my trail again, I had-"
"Geena has never been the cause of the problem. She's just an obstacle. You've had her on you since you first came to me and never has she been the cause of such a hold up. You have fought her off over and over and still been back before the sun comes up."
"It was different this time, master. I was in healing for 4 months," Ville said, trying to keep the bitter tones out of his voice. "You know, there are other options to consider if it still hurts you for me to continue." He said, hoping, praying, and pleading that his master would find his idea interesting enough to try.
"Perhaps you were, perhaps you weren't." he snapped his fingers again and chains flew up from the ground; capturing Ville in their metal grip. Completely ignoring Ville's idea, he talked as though he only heard the part about his healing. He sighed, "We'll just have to find out."
"Please master," Ville panicked.
Pretending to not have heard, he floated down the stairs in a flutter of robes. Ville was unable to move, but he didn't dare try. His master was the best sorcerer that ever roamed the planet, his chance of escaping alive was minimal. Not only did he have the power of all abilities of vampires, but to werewolves as well. Then he was just… powerful. He had magic that Merlin would be jealous of.
"You are scared. Panicked. Why, is there something you don't want me to find?" He read his emotions like the newspaper. He smirked; lifting his fingers to the side of Ville's head and closing his eyes. The pointer and middle fingers came closer and closer until he felt like touched the side of his head.
"ARG!!!" Ville screamed out, it felt he just took two crucifixion nails to either side of his head. Normally reading minds is painless, but his master enjoys making it so.
Images flashed through Ville's head as he was sure they flashed through his masters.
Saving Vivian at the top of the building. His looking down at her in the bathroom. Vivian's dream. Him healing her hand. Him fighting Geena. Laying on Faiths operating table. Him yelling when his master checking in on him. Him telling Vivian about being his life as vampire. Him kissing her. Telling her that she is a half vampire. I love you. Vivian slapping him.
The images settled and the fingers pulled away; chains disappeared. Ville fell to his knees, panting. He laid his head on the cold marble head and put his own hands on either side. He moaned; once again his life was read like a picture book.
"STAND UP!" Ville had no feeling in his legs, but he steadied himself as he stood. His master was sitting back in his chair, a very sour expression on his face. "YOU TOLD HER EVERYTHING!! How can you ever complete the assignment now? You are no longer useful to me. Leave... now."
"Master. She is smarter then you give her credit for, she's cautious. I had to gain her trust and get into her personal life for this to work." Ville pretended to be smug, but he was shaking on the inside. "I had to tell her I loved her. Had to tell her that I was a vampire and she was too. Or at least a half vampire. You told me I was the best you have, you are going to have to trust me."
His master pause, rubbing his fingers against his lips."hmmm...I'm impressed. I misinterpreted your images. How much longer do you need to complete it then?"
Ville smirked, "Not long."
"Good. See to it."
Ville turned around and was face to face with two huge wolves. He jumped back; he hated wolves for this very reason.
The popping of joints and unusual twisting of parts, the wolves turned to men.
"Ville." They acknowledged. Ville gave a stiff nod and began to walk toward the door.
"Oh, and Ville? If you don't have it completed soon... I will send somebody else."
After pausing for only seconds, Ville left.
He would need therapy by the time this whole ordeal was through. This was getting too much for him. Protecting a human that was so careless, she could flush herself down the toilet is she wasn't careful enough. But she was cautious enough not to let anyone into her life. That much was true.
He had to talk to faith. He needed advice... and rest. His head ached so bad, he thought it might explode any second.
Naturally, he had to be greeted by his least favorite of the living occupants of the house. Two growls let him know that the wolves weren't allowing company, but thank god Faith was.
"Ville, come in. come in." She looked into his eyes and saw everything. The pain, the embarrassment, the wiriness. "Let's talk."
Ville shot a look over her shoulder, alone?
"Frank, can you excuse us for a minute?" she added as frank entered the room.
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It really felt like he was in therapy. She had him lying on the couch; head tilted back, eyes closed. She gave him aspirin and a warm cloth for his head, and her full attention for his worries.
"What am I suppose to do? You know I can't go thought with his wishes, no matter how much power he has over me. You must have some ideas?"
Faith pondered a while, her chest rising and falling calmly from under her corset. Her skirts swaying as she walked around the table and sat in a high backed chair. "Well, my only idea is to go though with the other plan."
"I can't. She doesn't was me too."
"Have you asked her?"
"I read her thoughts as I told her how Vampires can be made and she was repulsed!"
"Talk to her about it, suggest marriage. That might loosen her up to the idea."
Ville was ashamed… almost embarrassed to say the next sentences. "I've… I've never done it before. How do you do it?"
She hummed a little. "When I did the procedure to Frank, it was just as the stories always told it to be. But…" She started before Ville could say another word. "Consider what you are doing first. It is not a painless process for her or for you. As she dies, a part of you is being transferred into her."
Ville felt guilty. He didn't like the sounds of this. Pain. Vivian dying. But she would also die if he didn't do it. Torn between love and occupation.
"You have no other choice. Consider it while you still have time." Faith suggested.
Every minute Ville was at Faith's house, he thought about what to do. For 2 weeks he pondered. He didn't like jumping into something with out completely figuring it out first. By the time he was ready to leave. He knew what he was going to do.
It wasn't going to be pretty.
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Home sweet home. He flew up to the ware house with the break of dawn on his heals. When he opened the trap door, he smelt a familiar smell. He rushed down the stairs. There she was; sitting on his couch, looking scared out of her mind.
"Vivian?"
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I know, it's kinda boring and very confusing. But as I've promise before, all will be explained in the end. The next couple will be better. I promise. (I hope, I hope). I'll try to update soon, but I work all week long and school starts next week. Where the hell did the summer go? R&R!!!