The vibration of
Gabriel’s phone jerked him out of his reverie so violently, he instinctively
launched said phone across his bedroom like a grenade. He frowned at the dint
it left in the plaster and got off his bed to retrieve it.
His
head had been somewhere else. Not just somewhere else. Somewhere very specific.
On that park bench. With Becca. With lovely, sweet Becca, who he adored so very
much. And for a moment, adored so much he was almost salivating.
Her
name lit up on his phone screen and he inwardly cringed.
He
hadn’t dreamt. He hadn’t had a dream since he had been Turned. But if his
unconscious mind did have the capability to conjure images and stories and
fantasies, he was certain he would have endured a salacious concoction of
perverted, twisted tales involving gorging on Becca’s life essence.
What
had gotten into him? He was an old vampire. He could control himself. It was so
out of character for him to nearly give in to his hunger.
Maybe
it was because he hadn’t been around her in such a long time? They did used to
see each other every night. He had built up a resistance to her allure. And
then meeting her after a long stretch apart, he was just like an excited puppy.
It was harder to control himself.
He
was just happy to see her, that was all.
Yes,
that’s it.
It
was like when they made love. At such close proximity, when emotions were
running high and pheromones were all mixed up in the action, he would get the
urge to bite. But he didn’t. He was respectful. He could contain himself.
He
was a gentleman.
I
am a gentleman,
he recited, before opening the text. Or, should he say sext.
I
am a gentleman, he
reiterated as he sank back down onto his bed with a smile.
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A thud brought Ezra’s
attention to the hallway. Shuffling footsteps followed. Curious, he got off the
sofa and found Lillian supporting herself on the banister while zipping up her
boot. She was wearing her trench coat. A large camel coloured suede duffel bag
sat in the centre of the hallway.
“What’s
going on?” Ezra asked. It was the first time he had seen her in actual clothes since
the attack on the house.
“I’m
leaving,” she replied without looking up. She slid her other foot in her boot
and zipped it up. “I’m done. I tried. But I’m sick of this.”
A
flurry of fear danced in Ezra’s gut. “Lillian.”
“No.”
She snapped, finally looking at him. Her eyes flashed a warning. “I’m moving in
with Ben. Don’t try to talk me out of it. I’m not a child and you are not my
father. You can’t forbid me from seeing a boy.”
“I
may not be your father, but I am your Maker.”
“And
you want me to be happy, right?”
“I
want you to be alive,” he gritted out.
She
gestured upstairs. “Hiding out in my room isn’t living. The three of us cooped
up in here isn’t living.”
A
lump lodged in his throat at the pained strain in his voice.
“We’re
a family,” he almost pleaded.
“Ben
is my family.”
“That’s
not the same and you know it.”
She
shook her head. “Just because you don’t have anyone except us doesn’t mean you
can keep us all to yourself.”
The
backs of Ezra’s eyes burned and the fear inside him ignited into anger. “I had
people, and they died, Lillian. There are bigger things going on right now than
you not being able to see your boyfriend. Do you not get that?”
She
stepped up to him. “I get it. And if this is the end of the world, I’d rather spend
my last night with Ben than you.”
Ezra
almost choked on the lump in his throat. She sent him one last furious look
before grabbing her bag and heading towards the front door.
“Don’t
make me command you.”
The
words rang out between them and seemed to linger there, suspended in the
deafening silence that followed.
Slowly,
Lillian turned on her heel. Ezra watched, frozen. Her eyes roved his face,
trepidation drawing her brows together.
“You
wouldn’t.” Her words were barely a whisper. It was a statement but there was a
questioning lilt in her tone.
No,
he wouldn’t. Never in the twenty years they had been Maker and progeny had Ezra
ever dirtied their bond by commanding her to do anything. They loved each
other, anything that she did for him, she did willingly. It was how it was
supposed to be.
But
this was the first time Lillian had ever challenged his authority.
They
just stared at each other for a moment. The silence was so thick between them
it was stifling. Ezra felt for their bond, his touch tentative. She was there,
still attached to him. He reached further, feeling along the tie as delicately
as if it were a trip-wire. That’s how thin their bond was now. So fragile. One
sharp pluck and all could be lost.
Lillian’s
eyes searched his, registering his reaching. Her jaw set and Ezra flinched as
she threw her walls up and blocked him out. The tie reverberated erratically
but didn’t snap. He wouldn’t let it snap. Not ever.
“Lillian,
please.” The pressure of tears scratched the backs of his eyes, but his
voice stayed firm.
“If
you command me to stay-” her voice was strong and sure as she stared him down,
“I will never forgive you.”
He
clutched at their bond like it was a root and he was dangling from a cliff. The
chasm below waited hungrily, ready to be fed. As he looked into his progeny’s
eyes, he saw that root splintering.
That
was the cold, hard truth. She couldn’t lie to him.
Ezra
bowed his head in defeat. The sound of the door shutting had him flinching like
it was a gunshot.
.
.
.
Ezra didn’t know how much
time had passed as he sat at the dining table, ruminating over his own failure.
It wasn’t until Gabriel came into the kitchen when he finally looked up from
the crumb on the table, left behind by Lillian’s cherry Bakewell tarts. She had
obviously been baking them for Ben, he should have known. Gabriel had a dumb
smile on his face that didn’t need explaining.
Gabriel
took out a bottle of blood from the fridge. “Want a drink?”
“Sure.”
He
crossed over to the hob. “Shall I make one for Lil?”
“No.
She’s gone.”
Gabriel
turned to him, pan in hand. “What?”
“I
said she’s gone.”
“Gone?
Gone where?”
Anger
set Ezra’s jaw. “She’s just gone, okay?”
Seeming
to understand Ezra’s desire to drop the subject, Gabriel turned back around and
started heating the blood in silence.
The
smell of the warming animal blood filled the room and had Ezra falling into yet
another spiral.
Did
Lillian take any of the animal blood with her? Did she take her coupons? Was
she going to drink from Ben? Was she going to get caught drinking from Ben?
He
knew Ben lived alone but surely his neighbours knew he was dating Lillian and
so would be watching him like a hawk. Will they vandalise his house, too? Or
worse, will they attack her there? They would know it was just the two of them
in the house, and Ben wasn’t a fighter.
Ezra
hoped he had scared the village enough that they would stay the hell away from
his progeny. Although their neighbour had thrown a bone at her head in their
own back garden, so it was anyone’s guess.
Ezra’s
stomach roiled. All this uncertainty was making him feel sick.
Gabriel
passed Ezra his mug and sat opposite him at the table. Ezra watched his
companion as he searched his mind for some sort of conversation. No doubt
wanting to find an easy topic but coming up short. Nothing that mattered was
easy anymore. But Ezra was quite thankful for the comfortable silence that
followed. He was far too rattled for small talk.
When
they’d finished their drinks, Gabriel washed the mugs, dried them and put them
back in the cupboard. That wasn’t like him. He usually just dumped them in the
sink and let Ezra clean up after him. It was funny what a guilty conscience did
to people.
“Right,
I’m just going out for a walk. Need to get some air,” said Gabriel, folding the
tea towel into a neat square by the sink.
Ezra
chewed his tongue and kept his face neutral but Gabriel refused to look in his
direction as he left the room.
Ezra
didn’t know what he preferred; being lied to or told the truth. Either way, he
was losing them both. At this time, he wished he could be more like Silas. To
be so focused on keeping his progenies in line and safe, no matter if it meant
them hating him. Maybe the fact that Ezra and Lillian had been involved before
he had Turned her was what had muddied the waters of their bond. A part of him
still saw her as the lonely woman who sat at the end of his bar every Friday
night without fail, ordering a different type of gin every time and claiming
she was being ‘naughty’ when asking for a third.
Things
had been easy back then. Even their affair had been simple. Her husband hadn’t
paid enough attention to her to even notice she had been leaving the house more
often, and in much finer attire.
But
now, Lillian was his only progeny. His only true responsibility in this world.
Gabriel’s safety also constantly played on his mind, but deep-down Ezra knew he
could fend for himself if necessary. Lillian, on the other hand, was still just
a new-born. She needed him. But how was he supposed to make her understand that
without pushing her further away and into Ben’s arms?
Ben.
Boring, beige, human Ben.
He
had lost is progeny to him?
The
world must truly be ending.
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