The Seasons

Chapter 35

“Oh, what the f**k are you doing here?” Slaine hissed; he hated how his eyes had glassed over as he stared at the figure; even Connor had paused, standing up to stare at him. “No, get the f**k out; I don’t want to see you; I never want to see you again. Get out,”

“Slaine,” he began, and Slaine hated how he still found him beautiful. Long pale hair and eyes just the same as his. His pale skin blended with his hair and contrasted against his all-black outfit. And he hated him. He hated him so much.

“No,” Slaine snapped. “I really don’t want to hear it. Get out. Leave.”

Levi took a step forward, and Slaine took another one back. Connor was standing up now, groaning. Slaine stared between the two; his eyes glazed over again; he realised he could take on Connor. But he was a vampire, and he had years of practice. He knew how to kill a human and how to make it hurt. But Levi? He couldn’t take him on; he wasn’t stupid, and the two of them?

No, he wouldn’t let that happen again to him. “Stay away from me,” he snapped, trying to keep his breathing level; he scanned the room to catch sight of his reflections and see if Chaos was there.

Yet when he looked in the mirror, and the deity was nowhere in sight, a sob escaped his mouth as he stared at the two men in front of him. He was trapped. It could happen again. And even though he was more potent and faster than when he was a child, he wouldn’t be able to stop it. It would all happen again. And there wasn’t anything he could really do to stop it. And he hated how powerless he felt.

“Slaine-” Levi began, and Slaine glared at him.

“You need to shut f**k up. I don’t want to speak to you. Connor, you need to get the f**k out.”

Levi’s purple eyes flared as they snapped over to Connor, who was grinning as he eyed Slaine from head to toe. “This is Connor? This is the man that-”

“Shut up,” he snapped, clenching and unclenching his fists. He needed to think and couldn’t if Levi was yapping in his ear. “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.”

Slaine stared into the mirror. He needed to see Chaos, to see that they were okay. Where were they? They said they wouldn't leave them and would always be there for him. He needed them now, and why weren’t they here? He needed them so much.

He could feel it. The blood rushed to his head. His heart was pounding. “Slaine, you need to slow your heart rate down,” Levi said, inching slowly forwards,

“Don’t move!”

His fangs had escaped his gums, and Connor froze, staring at him in horror. “You need to keep your hands off of Michael, or I am going to call the cops, go home, and send him back to his mother’s.”

“What the f**k are you?” Connor didn’t give him a chance to reply as he lunged forward. Slaine was ready to attack, to tear him to shreds just as he had done to him for all those years. He would make it hurt. He would. Connor had been right when they had sent him away. When they had believed Connor over him, it had hurt so much. He thought he had finally found a family that would love and want him. And Connor had ripped it all apart with a few words.

But before he could attack Connor, a bright red light appeared from his necklace, drowning the already red room further. Slaine stared at it, blinking as the heat seemed to warm him up, it was hot, but it didn’t seem to burn; the loud humming or was it buzzing, he couldn’t tell, but it muted the sound of faint screams. He blinked as the light seemed to be sucked into a figure, and he realised who was standing in the middle of the lounge room.

Slaine continued to stare at them, his mouth slightly open. They looked down at the ground, where Connor’s body lay, burnt to a crisp and Levi, who had hunched behind the sofa to hide from the light, cleared his throat and stood up, wiping imaginary dirt off his long black coat.

Slaine ignored him as he took little steps forward, his legs gave out, and the figure caught him, their long pale hair brushing against his face, their soft red eyes looking down at them with so much warmth. He frowned as he looked up at them, taking his hand and placing it across the dark skin on their face; they were warm. “Chaos?” He muttered as tears flooded his eyes, but everything went black before he heard a reply.

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