Gabri was walking up the stairs to the study of his three story mansion where he had told his girlfriend, soon-to-be fiancée, May-lyn, to stay until he got back, because he had a surprise for her. Today was the day that he was going to finally ask her to marry him after waiting for so long to do so. It had taken him almost six month just to get her father’s approval seeing as he didn’t like Gabri all that much, because of the fact that he was trying to pursue a career in medical and help the scientists advance it farther than what they had now. He saw it as a danger to their kind, since he would have been working with humans and it wouldn’t take very long for them to notice that he didn’t age anymore. The fact that he had told him that he would just move around didn’t help the fact either, because her father didn’t want to be away from his little princess just in case there was ever a moment that the towns people caught even the smallest whiff of what they were. Now her father had settled seeing as almost all the other suitors were just as much a danger to their kind or were already done or rouge.
He was on the landing of the second floor when the sound of a muffled cry from down the hall caught his attention. It sounded like it was coming from his friend, Lucien’s room. He set the bouquet of roses that he had bought her on one of the many small tables that liked the hall as he began to walk down it. The muffled cries shifted to muffled moans as he grew ever closer to the room. Soon he could make out the excited cries of May-lyn from where he stood outside of the door. He frowned hearing this hoping, praying that it was just her pleasing herself in his absents, but in his heart he knew that wasn’t the case at all. He knew now why his friend had begged him to move in, why she had been so distant from him since the months he’s moved in. As much as he didn’t want to, and leave things as they were his curiosity to know took over, and before he knew it he was reaching for the door knob.
He turned it slowly so that there was no click as the latch detached itself from the wall. The door slowly inched open so that it didn’t make a sound to alert the two lovers that they had been spotted in their act of sin, so that they didn’t know what Gabri had seen them. They had no clue that he was even there, as he inched the door open just a little bit more, until it was completely open. They didn’t see him, but he saw them, all of them. It angered him and his body reacted before his mind could tell him to stop.
He picked up one of the crystal vases from the night table by the door, gripped it so tightly that little crack spread throughout the surface, and then he threw it as hard as he could at Lucien. It hit him right across his shoulder, shattering into a million pieces, cutting his shoulder and back to shreds as the crystal embedded itself into his skin. May-lyn screamed as she threw up her arms to shield her eyes and face from the oncoming glass, missing it much to Gabri’s dismay. He wanted the glass to shred her face to the point that no man would want her or recognize her.
Once the shards of glass stopped raining over her, she turned her head to see who had thrown the vase at them only to see her boyfriend there. She blinked in shock that he was home so early. She thought that he would have been another hour and a half getting back to the house, which would have left her more than enough time to do the deed and clean everything up. But there he was standing at the door way, face red with rage, and the blue color of his eyes were going red. His fangs were out as he sneered at them like a dog ready to attack another that was going out his food.
“G-Gabri…” She said in a trembling voice in general fear. She was scared of him after hearing the stories of his father and what he had been capable of, and knew that he was capable of the same things or worse. She was scared of losing him over this. “T-This is a mistake. He..He seduced me! You have to believe me!”
“I believe nothing that comes out of your mouth,” He glared at her seeing that she was scared of him, and he was glad of that. He wanted her to fear him and what he could do to the both of them. “Don’t give me that concerned voice of you care about me,” he said as he stalked over to the bed watching as she withered beneath his once best friend for protection, and he provided it. It would have all been in vain if he should choose to end their lives. They wouldn’t have taken the time to think about so much as moving out of his way before he struck them down. “To think that I loved you, and to think that was I steps away from asking you to marry me,” he said spitting on them. “No more…You two are no friends of mine. Leave me home!” he shouted at them, but they didn’t move. He didn’t take kindly to this at all. “If you are here when I come home for getting my money back there will be hell to pay, mark my words,” he said in a dark tone getting into Lucien’s face before he stormed out of the room slamming the door behind him.
It wasn’t long before he was out of his house all together. The walk down the street feeling the warmth of the summer air upon his face that should have brought him comfort like it always had, but it didn’t. It just reminded of him of the heat and scent of the room where his best friend and girlfriend betrayed him. Never would he of thought that two people that he loved so much would have done something so cruel to him after he had given them everything that they should of ever needed damned new free of charge. It torn his heart into unmendable pieces that just fluttered to the ground to me stepped on by passerby’s just like the pedals of a dead rose. The pain of this realization cut through him like a blade made of ice straight through his chest making it hard for him to breathe. Tears stung his eyes as if someone had throw acid into him, but he refused to cry, because crying was weakness. He would never show weakness, because it would only please them, and he didn’t want to give them any sort of pleasure. He didn’t want them to ever find happiness again when they had taken his. They didn’t deserve to life…or maybe it was him that didn’t deserve to live anymore seeing as he had been too foolish to see what had been going on in the first place. He was a fool. Fools didn’t deserve to live.
“I don’t deserve to live…” He said sadly as he stepped out in front of an oncoming horse in buggy hoping that it wouldn’t have the time to slow down before it plowed into him killing, hopefully, instantly.