The Pleasure of Nobody, Crystal Fox [free e books to read online .TXT] 📗

fly in the as and the books hitting the floor.

I went to her chair where she almost got up but I pushed her down in to it and put my hands on either arm rest.

"Listen to me Rosemary, I am the very last person you want to threaten. You can say you will kill Ivy but those are only words. I can kill you. Right now. Yes they are only words but I am capable of killing you right now. With out hesitation."

"Then do it you brave prince, I kill the girl who will kill your first true love whether I am dead or not."

"I will give you one chance to take back those words you have just spoken. But if you refuse to, then I will end your life with out any emotion. Would you rather live your life and have pretty babies with your rich husband on a owned piece of land with maids working for you and live a long time with him and die old with him in your sleep, painless. With children and grand children to morn over your dead old body. Or are you willing to give it all up just to kill one girl that has cause you no harm. Maybe emotionally for killing your sister. But what about when she lived with you and you beat her. You heard her cry all night and did not help her once. Then beat her more when she would not stop crying and beat her to silence. Do you want me to tell you about the pain you caused her and the unhealed scaring and tissue that will never go away?" I told her.

"I don't care about her pain I want her in pain if that makes anything get cleared up. I hate her, and I will kill her. So go ahead and kill me, cause the pain I will put her through will make her beg for death and I will give it to her.

Or if you kill me now i have other people to take over."

"Then I guess you will die right here tonight."

"I don't care," she tried to sound brave but I heard that small bit of fear in her voice, the fear that will never go away. And when she is in hell I hope that she hears Ivy's cries, and her laughter that she beat out of her. I hope she sees Ivy smile. Cause someone like her will never have happiness.

"Very well," In one fluent movement my hands went to her neck and turned it in a unnatural and painful position. "I did not break it fully, I want you to suffer, I want to hear you beg me to kill you. But since your neck is broken and you can't breath and your in a huge amount of pain at the moment, and you can not talk. I guess you will never get the chance to ask me to kill you, so I guess you will just have to sit their and die at your own pace." She sat in the chair with her head to the right and her feet and arms twitching. Her mouth had blood coming out from it and her eyes where staring at me. "Guess you should have taken the words back," In her eyes as i said those words to her anger flashed through her. I will be the last person she will ever see and I hope that her life in hell is completely dark, I want her mind to see only Ivy and myself. And know that I will always win the greater battle.


That night, Ivy

"You killed her Gabriel?" I asked him in shock. I never thought of him as a killer. I know he killed people long ago but it would seem he was done with it. To me he was Gabriel, not the Gabriel the killer. But now he is both.

We sat on the bed, he had just waken me up from a good night sleep. I cradle him gently in my arms and thought that this might not be the best time to tell him about it. So I let it all go. We rocked back and forth as I rubbed his back and played with his hair. He has the softest hair, so long and curly and wild. It was the most beautiful shade of brown I have ever seen.

"Does it matter to you that I killed her, Ivy? Did you have any emotional attachment to her?"

"None at all my love," I reassured him. I think I felt a tear on my shoulder that dripped off from his cheek. I pulled back to look. His face was flooded in tears. I took my hands and wiped under his eyes and down his face to get up all the wetness. He put his hands over mine and chuckled.

"It has been very long since my last kill." he told me, "the feeling is new again." he explained.

"Welcome to my world." I whispered, then pulled me to him. I put my head in the dip of his shoulder, his head the same on my shoulder. We looked at each other. I saw his face go from sad to emotional wreck in seconds. I pulled him even closer if that was possible, and he began to sob. I made soothing noises and continued to rub his back.

"I am so sorry, I am the one who has to be strong for you, it seems flipped huh?"

"Yes, but it's alright. Just go ahead and cry, their is no one here but me to see you." He did as I said. He cried all night, until I went to sleep when the sun was up, but even then he laid by me and held us together. And I felt his tears put him in a dream that will change him forever.

"Ivy, Ivy! Wake up!" I heard his scared voice fill the room. "My god! Wake up please Ivy!" I sat straight up then. Feeling that something might be wrong. Our eyes meant and he was not crying but about to. I moved his hair out of his face and took deep breaths, he did the same thing but his breaths where struggled.

"Sweet heart what is wrong?" I asked he looked me up and down, felt my shoulders and face with his hands. Took my hands in his and looked at the scars.

"I am a wake, your alive. We are fine." he sighed.

"Yes, where fine, nothing is wrong. Come here." I whispered, "Come here," I held my arms out to him, he shook as he placed his head on my shoulder and shook as I rocked him to sleep. I think he even cried in his sleep. Dreams are a powerful thing that changes his life like no other person. His dreams are memories or what can happen. And the worst thing for him is that the dreams about the past. All the endless war. All the blood. The brave war hero was bound to have some kind of with war, not the fighting, the kill was easy for him to do. He was worried about the other lives he destroyed that he never knew. The ones that belonged to the men in the battle. The ones that never see them come home, he hates the feeling of emotional pain on others. The pain that could have been easily avoid. But caused.

Christmas

"Merry Christmas Ivy," Gabriel told me then kissed my lips. Then rubbed my round belly. I got around to telling him about something he already knew. We sat in a chair by the fire in our room. Our family around us handing me gifts. Gabriel sat at my feet and held my hand, my other hand on my baby.

"This is for your baby boy." Our father said. and handed my a present wrapped in a shiny silver paper.

"How do you know it is a boy?"I asked and smiled. So happy that I will have a baby boy that will grow up and become the great man like his father.

"You have the same aura as your mother did when she was having Gabriel." He laughed. then turned his attention to Gabriel. "She will become very moody and very emotional, she will cry at the sight of anything, knowing Ivy everything. This is my only warning to you son. Take it to full extent." Gabriel smiled.

"Their is nothing worse than her being upset. I have seen her at her worse."

"She will be worse than that she was at her worse. Be prepared, do everything she says no matter what. It saves you a lot of tears,"

"Okay," he kept smiling. Then looked up at me. "You won't be bad will you?" he asked me playfully.

"All the time." I replied then opened the gift. It was a necklace with a silver cross. I set down at once.

"Fake my dear. But we have to have a good name on our family. If they think the cross is real silver, they will think that we hunt vampires, which you know we don't, but it saves us a lot of questions. It is better to have them think than know." My mom explained to me. I nodded my head in understatement. And picked up the cross to fully look at it. It was beautiful, I loved it. But it scared me. It looked to real, but then again it has to. I looked down at Gabriel who was looking up at me