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Angiluzza Maniscalco

"Non costringermi a ucciderti..."

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a character in “Blood which Binds”, as played by Vix

Description

The Forebearers Enforcer



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Nickname(s)
-Angel, Nina, Vani (Vah-Nee). Each are a shortening of her name.
-Enigma Simply because she is one.
-Bibiana del Rosario Her current alias - At least to the general public outside of her Coven.
-Divinia Doriano, Sabrina Chamale, Rebekah Howards. Each of these are past aliases.

Age
842

Birthday
December 21st, 1170 (Human Birth)
December 21st, 1190 (ReBirth)

Bloodtype
O positive is her favorite. She hates O negative, preferring to starve until something better arrives over it.

Place of Origin
Palermo, Sicily, Italy

Likes
-Killing Fallen Vampires "They do not deserve this life."
-Being underestimated "I love the surprised look on people's faces when I exceed their expectations."
-Canines "Ah, such beautiful and loyal animals. Wolves, Foxes, Dogs...I love them all."
-Blood "Is this not a given...?"
-Singing "It...soothes me."
-Candy "I don't get cavities or toothaches..."
-Classical Music "Its beautiful and is without meaningless lyrics."
-Metallica "They seem to have a song to fit my every mood."
-Nicholas "He is my oldest friend and he gave me all that I have. He keeps me sane."
-Freerunning/Parkour "It helps me think about my problems and its a great workout."
-Martial Arts "It is graceful and powerful requiring focus and discipline. It is beautiful."
-Dancing "I had always wanted to learn how to dance. To exhibit such grace and beauty. Its a great way of silent expression and a good stress reliever."
-Studying "This life allows me to study endlessly on everything that I could ever want to. I never thought I'd be an educated woman...But here I am."
-Parties "I like to call them...buffets."
-Nature "Nature is beautiful, powerful, kind, unpredictable, and ruthless. I marvel at it."

Dislikes
-Helena's Coven "A 'family' of sick and twisted fucks...With a single exception. He doesn't belong with them.."
-Felines "I just don't like cats and cats don't like me. I'm very much a dog person."
-Failure "I don't like disappointing Nicholas or the others."
-Eva "I won't allow her to steal him from me."
-The letter 'F' "I just don't..."
-Not being properly fed "It makes me...a bad person with poor judgment skills. It brings out the nasty in me..."
-Not being able to splurge on real food "I'm limited to a blood-only diet. Watching humans eat a variety of things...I wish to taste a medium rare steak. Sweets are as close as it gets for me."
-Overly arrogant people "Your ego will be your downfall."
-People who insist that they are artistically inclined - But far from it "When a person claims to be a true artist in one way or another or to be a patron of the arts, I am inclined to keep them company. But when they turn out ignorant of talent and knowledge, I get irate for wasting my time for bullshit."
-Being figured out "To be figured out is to be defeated. They call me Enigma for a reason."
-Water "Anything above my waist is...not acceptable."
-Thunder "Its loud..."
-Cheap alcohol "I won't lie - I'm spoiled."
-Smelly people "I have a very sensitive nose."

Fear(s)
-Water/Drowning "Its funny because I can't drown."
-Thunder Its so loud...I suppose it just brings up bad memories."
-Failing her Coven "Because of my failure, my first family is dead. And again, two of my coven family is dead because of my failure. I cannot fail again."
-Living the rest of eternity without being loved "Its been over eight hundred years already. My first millennium will be here before I know it..."
-Being incapable of intimacy "I've never tried. I just...I'm afraid."
-Dying a true death "Watching the world and the people inhabiting it evolve is so fascinating...I want to watch more."
-Her secrets being found out "..."

Secret(s)
-She's addicted to the blood of potheads.
-She sometimes sits out in moonlight in the forest. Especially when it's snowing. It reminds her of when she first woke and saw her maker.
-When feeding alone, she encourages the person she's feeding on to make a run for it to satisfy her killer instinct, though she's never killed anyone during this practice.
-She forgot how to swim.

Personality
Angiluzza is a tad difficult to describe, so I'll try my best to sum her up. Enigma headstrong; never afraid of a challenge; Her greatest weakness is that even when she knows she should back down, she won't. She refuses to go down without a fight. She will always stand up for something that she is passionate about and is very protective of her Coven members, willing to risk her life for them even if it would cost her own life. She is one to take advantage of each and every opportunity presented to her, often getting frustrated with things that she can't accomplish.

When it comes to having her way if she can't get it straightforward, she will resort to mind games and if that fails, she's not afraid to use her body - Either by seduction or pure force. She's a gorgeous woman and she knows it. She does not mind in the least using manipulation and seduction to get her things that cannot be acquired through intimidation or simple request. She generally tends to be very subtle about her seduction, knowing very well that its a delicate art and that being too aggressive can send her prey scurrying away with a bad taste in their mouth. This skill is often what she uses to gain a willing donor for blood, disliking having to drink from baggies too much.

When around the Coven, she likes to keep to herself and is very subtle in her actions and words. She can often be found simply dancing around the home or in her room playing her piano. She's not the type to watch television, having lost interest in it decades ago. Every now and again, she can be seen writing in a journal that is very worn and tattered on the outside. Whenever asked what she's writing, she will simply reply with a cant of the head, a light smile, and a resounding "Hm?" before walking away. She doesn't speak much unless she truly enjoys the conversation, but even then she seems as though she's in very deep thought about something important. Adding on to her air of mystery is the way she watches people. She doesn't just watch them, she studies. Sometimes it might feel almost like she's hunting them. She's just watching their body language, learning to read them. She's listening to the way that they talk and watching the way that they act and react. She knows how to get into someone's head.

She doesn't like to let many people in on her personal life. Often times that she leaves into the forest, she won't say where she went or she'll lie about it. She does very much care for her Coven, but she grew up virtually alone and old habits die hard. She enjoys the time spent alone and has stated to those who are nosy that what she does in her spare time alone is none of their concern until it endangers the Coven - Which it never has. Whenever she can (which is quite often), she finds herself at some sort of party - Be it beach, house, or a crazy pothead party in the forest. She's always there. She may not be much for the current dance styles, but she's picked up enough of it to look cool at a party. She enjoys exhibiting her dance skills to audiences for those who are willing to watch and sees it as a free, all you can eat buffet.

She will often times speak Italian more than she does English and not bother to translate what she has said. She will often smile as if she knows something that the other does not after speaking, which has resulted in offending them. The humans, to be more precise. Though, she hasn't shown any sign of really caring. Those who have been in the Coven long enough will notice that she's often never really...around. Visibly, that is. She will often pop up unexpectedly with something to say before dancing away. This behavior has often been described as 'Fae-like'.

History (Under Construction)
Angiluzza Giuvannina Maniscalco was born in Palermo, Sicily. Her parents were not wealthy by any means. She fought for everything and toughened up at a young age. Her parents were killed during a pillaging when she was seven years old and she managed to get away, running as far as she could into the woods until she passed out in the snow. She was eventually picked up by a gang of bandits to serve them. Growing up among bandits made her tougher than she already was, enduring years of rape, beatings, and verbal abuse. She taught herself to be proficient with a dagger so that she might defend herself as well as with bow and arrow to hunt when it was demanded of her. Some months before she turned eighteen years old, she decided to stand up for herself against the leader of the bandits – She was told once that if she ever wanted to be free, she'd have to fight for it. She saw herself as ready and challenged him. She might have won if weapons would have been allowed - But she was to fight using only her body. She was malnourished and wasn't exactly a good fighter besides street brawling which consisted heavily of blind punches, biting, and stabbing. She was left for dead after her beating, not seen as worth keeping around any longer.

She didn't die – She refused. She spent three months in recovery and was soon out on her own again. She refused to live among towns, instead spent her time stealing what she could from whoever could afford it. Though she did prefer to hunt her own game. She became a proficient hunter and was far healthier than she ever had been in her life as far as she could remember, a silent and deadly killer that never missed her mark. She distinctly remembers even to this day that on her birthday, she had just killed a bear that she had been stalking when she was rendered unconscious. When she awoke, a man who later identified himself as Nicholas Garner was standing over her, welcoming her to life as something much greater than what she had been before. She eventually felt thankful rather than terrified or upset, because life as a human had been extremely hard on her. With her new Coven, she eventually would have a 'family' that would always look out for her and all she saw around her was an endless supply of easy food. After she had regained her ability to think straight, she didn't ask him to teach her to hunt. She instead tried to go on a killing spree – Her target: Her former bandit gang. He stopped her and told her that wasn't their way. She was confused, but she owed him her life so she conceded and decided to do it his way. After learning from him, she would travel with him for a while and become part of his Coven, but she was taking advantage of her forever years by doing what she never had the chance to do: Learning. Anything and everything, she would learn. As each decade passed, she acquired more and more knowledge, seeming to care a lot about music and martial arts. She would, however, always gravitate back to her family, having sworn to never abandon them.

Anything Else
Skills
Pianist and Dancer
As a child, she never had access to instruments, but she always enjoyed music in all forms. Some years after being 'reborn', she took advantage of the opportunity presented and began training. She only practiced ballet, belly dancing, and latin dances, though. She didn't have much taste for the following modern developments of dance. She spent twenty years on dance and then spent twenty more on becoming a pianist.

Martial Artist (Taekwondo and Southern Shaolin Kung Fu)
Angiluzza wanted to be an enforcer for her Coven, but knew that her brawling and Archery wouldn't do much good in fights against other Vampires. She wanted to become a Professional fighter and knew that to be among the elite, it was a must. She spent thirty-four years learning to fight, moving around to various countries to do so. Once she had deemed herself ready, she presented herself to her Coven Leader, demonstrating her combat abilities. Her second motive behind learning Martial Arts was so that she would always be able to stand at least a fighting chance in combat without use of weapons, often shuddering in remembrance of that day she had lost that fight.


Weaknesses
Water
When at a younger age, as mentioned, she didn't have the best of time living with the bandits that had gotten a hold of her. During her pre-teen years, she entered the typical rebellious stage and was punished accordingly. One such punishment was waterboarding. Over the months that she was exposed to that horrendous activity, she developed a deep-seated pathological fear of water. She won't go into water that goes above her waist. She eventually forgot how to swim some years after being turned.

Thunder
The loud clap of thunder ignites memories of rude awakenings that would have lead to her early rise for chores and 'duties', servicing those who demanded. It also reminds her of those few months spent curled up on the floors of caves, unable to sleep during thunderstorms because she knew she would have to defend herself against any wild animal or person that came along looking for shelter. The sound of thunder will often send her into violent/depressing mood swings.

Forebearers
The members of her Coven are the family that she never got to have. Even the humans. The mere thought of one of them being in danger is enough to spike her temper. She rarely ever shows any hint of hostility even when sparring - But when in battle with a Fallen or defending a family member, its then that her nasty side comes out. She doesn't quite know how to handle anger, and as mentioned before she needs to burn off the energy that comes with it which results in her taking off or entering a violent, blind rage.

Slow Learner and Perfectionist
As noted above, she took up learning a few skills. But she was slow to finally master them. While it may some people five or seven years to master something, or less even, she took anywhere between ten and forty years before deeming herself perfect in her skills. When in training, she refuses to present her progress to any but her mentor(s). Though once she's got it, she's got it.

Random Facts
-She rejected Derek when she was first changed, even hauling off and throwing a knife at his head.
-She grew up with an intense hatred and distrust for men.
-Derek was the first man she trusted. Besides her father.
-She taught Annabelle to read and fight.
-She helped teach Lucan how to fight and hunt.

So begins...

Angiluzza Maniscalco's Story

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Helena the Bloody



Helena had begun humming softly again, her voice beautiful in a haunting way as she methodically pealed the skin off of Kaleigh. Her screams had died down purely because she had no more voice, but still she sobbed, and she painstakingly fought to beg for her life. She even thrashed in pain although that only made the spikes from the chains binding her, bore deeper. Silly little bird. Didn’t she know it was futile? Completely and utterly. Then again, it wasn’t unusual for Helena to change her mind very suddenly, but that was besides the point of course. Right now, Kaleigh was a weapon
 and she was food. The perfect mixture. Unfortunately, however, she had to kill her food to make sure she become a weapon. The human was looking at Dmitri, love mixing with pain, but of course Helena didn’t even bother registering as much.

This was all about Dmitri’s reaction and even over the blood, she could scent the saltiness of his tears, hear the sound of them trailing down his cheeks. Mixing with it all, was Kristof’s arousal. His excitement. His bloodlust. She knew exactly what she was doing to him too. Kaleigh got physical torture, Dmitri got the emotional, and right now Kristof was being served a bit of the sexual kind. A shiver went down her spine at the thought of the carnal state he’d be in by the time they finished here. She grinned when she heard him talking to Dmitri. Then she heard their heads connect and she hissed until she heard Kristof laugh. This alone calmed her. But only enough to not tear Dmitri’s head off.

Instead Helena dipped her fingers into the pool of blood that was now Kaleigh’s upper body, and turned slightly to let Kristof and Dmitri watch her lick them clean ever so slowly, a treat for Kristof, but torture to Dmitri. Then she immediately turned, the speed blinding as she tore the new vampire from Kaleigh’s stomach and instead set her by the human’s neck. “Bite,” she then ordered, pushing Kelsey’s mouth to Kaleigh’s neck. Kelsey needed to be drinking, fangs in Kaleigh, by the time the girl died, or she wouldn’t fall. And really now, Helena couldn’t have forbearers in her coven. They were pet-killers. Psh.

While the fledgling fed, Helena dipped her index finger in Kaleigh’s blood and wiped it off on her lips, leaving it there like edible lipstick, before she approached Kristof. “Want a taste?” She then teased, her hands on his chest the second she reached him. Silly question; of course he did. It was Kristof, her Kristof. He always wanted blood and he always wanted her. It was
 a rule of nature. Simply. Nothing less than a rule of nature. She reached out a hand to place atop Dmitri’s head, as if to tell him she was now addressing him with the next thing she said. “You see, sweetheart, I will always find things to hurt you. I will never stop. Even if I have to keep you around for the rest of your miserably natural human life, I will never give up.” Her voice was soft, almost loving as she said this, completely contradicting the tone of voice her words should have been said with.

Then she tilted her head. Was that the piano perchance? Ah, it was. How had she missed Oliver coming home? Hmm, perhaps she had merely been too occupied with her current doings, which were, granted, extremely interesting. She wondered how her darling was doing. Perhaps she should pay him a visit. Once she had washed up of course. One had to look presentable to confer with a man by his piano. Yes, yes, of course.





Derek Fleitner



Derek could practically see the wheels turning in Angel’s mind, her sense of logic wrestling with her hunger and the feelings she thought he didn’t know she had for him. He knew she’d eventually reach the same conclusion he had though, so he merely waited, his wrist ready for her to bite into. He couldn’t deny that the prospect didn’t exactly sit right with him. Especially because of her love for him. He didn’t wish to mislead her and he didn’t wish to hurt her, because he more than just cared about her, and he didn’t like the thought of the two of them not being able to talk. Or just be around each other, really. This bite would complicate everything, he had no doubt.

Then, as he watched, it was as though everything dawned on his protĂ©gĂ©, and she leaned forward, her fangs sliding forth. His eyes turned to the kitchen as she sunk her fangs into his wrist, but with that single sensation, Derek felt himself reacting. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, his eyes widening slightly. It had been so long
 he never thought he’d
 yet here he was, and all it took for his body to come back to life, was the bite of a vampire. A reluctant groan escaped his lips as she took his arm and wrapped it around her. He drew her close, the blood in his body racing in a way it hadn’t in so many years. He had not been physically excited for centuries, and yet here he was, everything coming back to life with a single bite.

He wasn’t going to welcome it though. No, Derek fought it, clenching his free hand, feeling his entire body grow rigid with his stubbornness, his will to stay platonic with Angel. That was the way things had always been, and it was not going to change. Yet he couldn’t deny his reaction. Fact was, however, that he knew it wasn’t because it was Angel. It could’ve been Alessa, and the reaction would have been the same. Still, right now his mind was racing with thoughts and wants he’d long forgotten to even consider.

He was so caught up in his own world, that when Angel growled “mine”, he didn’t react. He merely shut his eyes and clenched his teeth tighter, fighting the fact that he desperately wanted to let his free hand wander. Very abruptly, however, Angel then pulled back her fangs and moved out of his grasp, into a standing position. Derek breathed a slight sigh of relief, ignoring the blood pounding in a part of him he’d thought to be dead. Then his eyes fell on his wrist while Angel came to as well. He licked off the stray blood, watching as the puncture wounds healed up. He didn’t speak, nor did he look up at the Italian.

He nodded once when she spoke of cleaning up, and he got to his feet in one fluid movement, finally glancing at her when she mentioned Eva. He was about to reply to her little jab regarding the human, but as he opened his lips to speak, Alessa came back in and started talking. He frowned, turning to look at her. Her words were more than just a little unwelcome. “You have got to be kidding me,” he told her then, not able to hide a slight trace of animosity and irritation in his voice as he looked straight at her. Had she even thought this through, or had she merely decided to seize the opportunity and change her little human love, so that she wouldn’t be afraid of killing him?

Had she not even considered the fact that he would be of absolutely no use against the likes of Helena the Bloody and Kristof? No use even against the weakest of theirs. And she thought he’d actually do any good? Hah, the prospect was laughable. Adonis was nothing but a rude little human boy who thought himself to be better than the others. And all that was besides the fact that training him would fall on Derek himself, and he would be busy finding new vampires to add to the coven. To top it all off, Alessa had just left Eva out there alone.

He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, closing his eyes as he let a sigh escape his lips. Almost immediately, he let his hands fall to his sides and his eyes opened to look at the woman he was there to protect. “What good is that little, self-important brat going to do?” Derek asked, his voice containing all the anger he felt at the attack, at his own guilt, at Alessa’s responsibility, at the fact that their coven members were dead, the fact that someone supposed to be their leader, couldn’t make a simple, sensible decision. He’d just about had it with everything, and he was hungry as hell, which didn’t do much to improve matters.

“He has neither the age nor the training to do anything but die should we go up against the Fallen right now. All turning him is going to do, is take focus away from what we actually need to do; find vampires with age to join the coven.” He shook his head, narrowing his eyes slightly, “and you left a hysterical blood pet outside.” With that, he glanced at the door and added a, “my answer is no, Adonis would make a terrible vampire, and I have better things to do than listen to him for the rest of eternity. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to do what it seems no one else around here can; think straight.” With that, he left the house, the remnant of his family, and the source of his irritation.

As he stepped outside, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, breathing in the trail of Eva’s scent. Now he only needed to change into something less bloody so that he wouldn’t end up freaking her out. Instead of taking the door inside, however, he jumped onto the balcony connected to his room, went straight in and redressed in barely any time. He was now dressed simply in dark blue jeans and a fitted, black tank top, along with a pair of black shoes. Then he was off to find Eva. If she wasn’t up for it, he’d need to leave, because he really needed to feed. After Angel had drunk so much of his blood, he found himself craving some himself, and Eva smelt delicious.

When he reached her, he stopped five meters from her, watching her for a little while, before he gently spoke, “Eva?” Derek approached slowly, attentive to her every movement.

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Eva’s eyes were fixed on the back door of the house. It swung open on its hinges. A slight breeze was blowing and it was enough to leave it swaying. The wind played with her hair, blowing it onto her cheeks where it clung to the sweat that was pouring out of her. She felt the stickiness of her clothes, how it clung to her where it was soaked through with blood. Her face contorted into a mixture of confusion and pain as she cried. She was in virtual shock as Alessa prevented her from running, holding her tightly in her arms, her chin on the crown of her head. It wasn’t comforting. It reminded her of everything that she had left.

Her mother used to do the same thing. Eva would wake up from a nightmare and she would cradle her, no matter how old. When she had grown ill, Eva had done the same thing. And while Eva was close to Alessa, she wanted her family, her human one, in that moment. Pure unadultered terror had her tense and shaking. She began to rock as her eyes burnt from her tears. As silence fell over them all, she began to work to contain herself, biting down on her tongue so hard she could taste the iron of her own blood. There was so much of it on her, would Alessa panic over the scent of a little more? She didn’t even think twice. But the vampire put a cold hand to her forehead for a moment before shifting to speak, still keeping her tightly bound to her by one arm. Eva knew that Alessa wouldn’t let her fight or leave. She was stuck.

“Now," Alessa said quietly. "If you truly want to leave, I can arrange it. Easily I can buy a home for you and set up a bank account that will help you until you can find a job if you wish; you don't need to find one if you don't like. I can get you away from here, but I can't guarantee that you will live for longer than a year. The Fallen are out there, and will hunt you down."

Isaac had never told her of what it would be like if she tried to leave the arrangement she had made. Eva had never thought she would want to. But it seemed so evident. How long had she been there? And Derek, and his gifts, his voice, his charm. She had thought so much more of it this whole time, read into the way he held her, soothed her, touched her. But there was never more than a kiss on her head like she was a child that pleased him. Her heart twisted sharply and she processed Alessa’s words. She could leave. But she would die. That’s what Angel wanted wasn’t it? And what would they have now? She would feed them all. They all loathed to drink from Adonis, except maybe Alessa but she was too concerned with killing any of them that she always left to feed. That meant that Eva
would service Angel. The thought made her wince. If she stayed she would see them everywhere too. She bit her lip, bringing her hands to her head, pushing her long curly hair from her face while she started to cry again.

“You can decide what you wish; take your time. We’re leaving soon, to get away from what’s happened. Please decide before then, and carefully weigh your options.” Alessa concluded, stepping away. She was no more than two feet away from her when she added, “You know I love you, you’re a sister to me.”

Love. Alessa said the word and it only made Eva wince. The brunette squeezed her eyes shut as she was left alone in complete and utter silence. Eva glanced up to see the leader of their coven return inside the house, closing the lingering swinging door behind her. Eva choked on air, her shock returning to her. She slid from where she had been sat on the rock onto the ground, her knees meeting the wet mud and grass with a thud while she tried so hard to cope with this swirling mass of emotions that enveloped her like a torrent. It felt like someone was stabbing her repeatedly. She was bloody enough to think that was the case. For a split second it seemed so true. She felt like she was dying, her innocence completely fading away; eaten up by this one moment.

It seemed like awhile that she was on her own. Eva sat, drawing her knees to her chest to lean her forehead into them, holding her hands over her head like she needed to shield herself from the beating she felt she was taking. Her heart was being ripped out of her chest by the very people she had trusted, and strangers who killed half of those she loved in an instant. And then there was the one man she had thought would always be there. And the one she had fallen in love with so deeply the moment she laid eyes on him. Derek. She had been right there on the stairs when he stepped in, and he had run to Angel and not her, soothing the other, coddling her in a way so much more loving. As she pushed back through her mind to the months she had been there, she found herself falling further into a glaring realization. She was nothing but a good time to him. A meal. And the gifts, well, they had convinced her to stay all this time hadn’t they? Didn’t this event cement that further? Eva was still outside on the grass on her own, struggling to even cope and he was no where to be seen.

But think of the devil and he shall appear.

“Eva?” Derek asked. Her head shot up and she stared at him, doe eyed but not so
flushed as earlier. No. It was a different stare. She looked at him with confusion and more than anything fear. He had just used her earlier, pinned her and took more than his fill. Now he was dressed in clean clothes and looking down at her, his eyes dark with that same hunger as earlier. Eva swallowed, before she turned her cheek to him and extended her left arm for him. That’s what he wanted wasn’t it? There certainly wasn’t anything else about her that he seemed to like now was there? "Take what you want," she sputtered, not looking at him, sniffing her nose and rubbing her burning eyes on her sleeve.

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Alessa growled slightly as she watched Derek storm out of the door. His response was both what she expected, and not at all what she saw coming. True, having Adonis as a young vampire would be hard since he would have no training and a horrible bloodlust. But, Alessa believed that if they changed him, the Fallen would be less tempted to take him away. She suspected that having the blood pets was dangerous, as the Fallen would find them good bait to get the Forbearers to attack. If the blood pets became vampires, perhaps the Fallen would lose their interest in them.

Nonetheless, Alessa let Derek leave. Now was certainly not the time to argue. A discussion could happen later. She watched as Adonis began trying to clean up. Sighing, she made her way over to him. Finding him by the garage, she noticed the shovel and figured out his motive. Cleaning the home wouldn't do much good. "Adonis," she began. "Cleaning will not do any good. There is too much evidence and it might cause suspicion. We will just have to burn the house down." She looked up at him, trying to see in his eyes what he was thinking. "I'm sorry I did not consult you before speaking to everyone. I should have asked your opinion as to whether you wanted to be immortal."