(Note: This chapter is a direct continuation of the last chapter, unlike most my chapters, which tend to skip a few days, hours, etc)
The door of Jizabels room closed softly behind him, as he stepped into the hallway and began his slow walk down the corridor... Of course, once he was several feet out of Cassians range, he picked up his pace, soon bolting down the large flight of stairs into the entry hall, and out the front doors of the building. The minute the doors had closed behind me he stopped, his back to the building, hoping to calm down before continuing on his way. Cassian was far too persistent, he knew too much, and God only knows what else he'd told him last night
Damn...
Really, he could barely remember the previous night. Cassian had been following him, he'd stumbled into his bathroom and vomited into the sink, and once Cassian came in, asking him more questions, he continued to dry heave for the next ten minutes after that... and anything before Cassians arrival where memories he'd be quite satisfied with forgetting. He would have loved to forget them.
...but naturally, The hour or so he spent in Gladstones bedchambers was among his stronger memories for that week.
So there he found himself, standing outside of Delilahs current headquarters in the early morning, watching his breath infront of him in the crisp winter air, trying to repress all remembrance of any of his past run ins with Cassandra... and finally, trying his best to ignore the pain he still felt when he so much as moved. There where Cassians words again, going through his head, pounding against his skull... He held his head, leaning back against the door before finally sliding down to sit on the cold front steps of the building. Everything coursing through his thoughts, over, and over... Frankly, it didn't make any sense, and he'd analyzed it through and through. Cassian had nothing to gain with what he was doing. He knew full well that getting the body he wanted was out of Doctors league, at least at the moment... Hell, It wasn't as if he even knew what was wrong with that little pest, he'd only theorized so far... So aside from a brain transplant, which he'd never even attempted yet, there really weren't any options... Cassian had no reasons to help him, other then climbing to a higher position in Delilah, and even with that he certainly had no reason to show concern or...
"love"
Jizabel closed his eyes tightly, massaging his temples and waiting for his headache to fade. Cassians words always seemed sincere, he didn't have a reason to show concern, to try to comfort him, to say he loved him... He had no motives that he could see, apart from genuine concern...
...What are you thinking...? Father had no motives either... That was just a whim...
Cassian is different...
...How different?
He raised his stare from the steps beneath him, up to the street, gazing into the early morning fog with blank eyes. He could just barely pick up the faint mewing of a stray cat passing through the nearby alleys. It mewled again, climbing up and over the wrought iron fence that had been impeding it, but before continuing on its way it made a detour, walking towards Jizabel. A very faint smile spread across his lips, as it rubbed against his leg, purring and crying. This smile didn't last long, however, as he ran his hand over its slender body, it's ribcage visible beneath the mangy fur that covered it. His eyebrow furrowed as it meowed again, headbutting his leg in a very expressive matter.
"...I don't have anything for you." he murmured, in a guilty tone, as the half-starved creature continued to circle him, crying. He stood, looking around, half hoping the solution would somehow magically appear before him, but when it didn't he scooped the cat into his arms, walking out to the street.
Alright... Take him towards a butcher shop... perhaps he can get scraps...
The thought churned his stomach, but it felt like the best idea. If only he could just ship the poor thing out to the country, it would be happier near a farm... someplace where it could have a tray of cream every morning, and mice to chase. He rubbed under its chin, and it raised it's head wanting more, which he gladly gave it, his gentle smile returning. The thought of keeping it himself had crossed his mind already... No, it hadn't crossed... it was more like it had strolled across his mind, then loitered for ten minutes before being shooed off by his more logical thoughts. He was fortunate he could even keep his birds, anything else... He knew that anything else would be taken from him, and in the worst sense of the word... Besides, even if Father would allow it, he couldn't possibly take care of it, he had higher priorities right now... And the thought of feeding it...
He cringed, furrowing his eyebrows and looking down at the feline in his arms, which, in turn, looked up at him with it's large saucer eyes.
He couldn't take care of anything carnivorous, at least he didn't think he could...
Perhaps it would eat human flesh...
...of course it would, but that's beside the point...
He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. The best thing he could do was leave it somewhere where it could access scraps easier, aswell as rodents... Still, even then there was the risk of it being killed by some rotten shop owner, or a disgusting child...
His musing continued until he reached a more bustling area of the city, and the cat squirmed in his arms, somewhat unnerved by the people around him. He stepped into an alley behind the local butcher shop, letting the cat spring out of his arms, and onto the filthy cobblestones beneath it. Without much hesitation it ran off down the alley, leaving the doctor alone.
He didn't move, as he watched it run off around a corner, and murmured something along the line of "good luck" before stepping back out into the street and making his way back towards 'home'.
The last place he wanted to be... Perhaps he could get a cab towards the Hargeaves mansion... It wasn't that long a trip, infact, who said he had to go that far... He could always just wander through London until he found one of them. Perhaps his dear little sister was out wandering alone again, she was such an easy target, Cain really shouldn't let his doll wander out of sight so often. Still, however tempting it was, he did have work to do. Zenopia needed him later today, granted that was in the late afternoon, and the hermit didn't care much about tardiness, but if he let himself get distracted he would most likely lose track of time. Especially if he was distracted by Cain...
...but the temptation, the lust for blood, his burning hatred... It was always so overpowering, and those fantasies of slicing out Cains eyes and putting an end to his perfection where soon replaced with dreams of slicing out his heart, and mutilating the body. His brothers life extinguished, and the torture of his existence finally coming to an end as the last drops of Cains blood spilled to the floor...
but his rationality returned, and he shuffled back down the crooked street towards the center of his nightmares...
Cain could wait, those devious eyes could wait.
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"You're back."
Jizabel looked up, to the top of the staircase, as he entered the building. Cassian was resting on the railing, one hand lazily twirling a knife. Jizabels vision fell from him, and he walked to the stairs, only speaking once he had climbed atleast halfway up.
"Yes? ...was I really out that long?"
Cassian shrugged, putting the knife away and sliding easily off the railing and onto the floor beneath him. He shrugged.
"...An hour or so... maybe two."
Jizabel walked past him, giving him the cold shoulder as he wandered off down the hall. Cassian opened his mouth, about to speak as he took a step to follow him... but he stopped, clenching his fists, before stepping back and returning to his seat on the rail. Jizabel stopped abruptly, though he kept his back to his subordinate.
"...You didn't follow me when I went out, either." he murmured, his as monotonous as always, but if Cassian didn't know better he'd almost say that he was hurt by this fact.
"No, I thought you wanted to be alone."
"...That doesn't usually stop you."
Silence fell between them, and Cassian slipped back off the railing and walked to Jizabels side.
"...I fixed you something to eat. You've been looking terrible lately, I thought you needed it..." Cassian said, looking up at the man, "...It's probably cold by now, I was expecting you back sooner..."
Jizabel looked past him, deep in thought. The endless pondering of Cassians motives had risen up again, and questions where once more hammering through his tired head.
"..Doctor?"
Cassian's interjection cut off his thoughts for the second time that day, and he finally turned his attention down towards him.
"...Cassian? Forget what I said this morning."
Cassian nodded, although the level of relief he felt was stronger then either of them could imagine.
"Well then, come on. I don't really know what you like, but I figured a baked potato would do, since I know you don't eat meat..."
At this point, however, as Cassian walked down the hall ahead of the doctor, Jizabel hadn't heard a word that the 'boy' had said... No, It really didn't matter what Cassian said, because maybe... Maybe he could be trusted.
That was enough.
"..And would you stay right here?
When I tell you that someone out there loves you.
Would you stay right here?
Well I'd tell you
That someone out there loves you after all."
TBC
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Third chapter, oh yay.
So, happy moment, plz... Hahahah... It's the last happy moment you'll see for a long time... I kid, I kid, but seriously, there will be some darkness in the future, perhaps by the fifth chapter.
Anyway, song lyrics for today are 'Stay' by My Chemical Romance, and just like the last song lyrics, it's from an unreleased song, and nobody even knows the real title of it.
Sorry if this lacks the spellcheck power of the last one, the grammer may be fail, I was in abit of a rush to get this up on time.