Snippet #2245760

"I'm quite certain that being Italian doesn't give you the licence for her to automatically choose you, you speak of yourself as if you're as high and mighty as a king, but you're nothing but a monster hiding behind a beautiful mask. Just like me, we can't ever be truly 'trusted' and no matter what you say I will never believe you inbred," He ignored the arrogant Italian royal vampire the instant Isabella came forward and started addressing him. HE showed no sign of being offended what so ever as the other crossed his arm triumphantly, like he won some prize of some sort. She demanded that he tell her the truth. Did she really wish to know? He could grant it to her, grant her the world if it were at his reach, if only it were all easy. Aleksei took a tentative step, inching closer, gently, he reached out to her, if only he could make Lorenzo disappear, evey thing in him screamed to just kill him now, because being a vampire was enough of a reason for the pureblood to off him. That was his intentions, wiping them all off the face of the earth. And keeping her and Mina safe. Always them.

Her warmth radiated like the sun itself, and he was standing at arm's reach from her, his garnet hues swimming with so much of everything, pain, guilt, sorrow, anger, but also love, tenderness, curiosity, searching, for her?

"I cannot promise you that I'll be able to tolerate him, but because you're asking me to, I will attempt at it." There was a smile touching his angelic features, he almost wanted to touch her, but he held back. "Do you really want to know the truth?" His voice softened almost to a whisper.