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Forever Bound to You

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Garth [47] "I shall protect this house, no matter the cost."
Angiluzza Maniscalco [47] "Ho questa strana voglia di strappare solo voi a parte in questo preciso istante."

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“Zitta, piccola, e piegare le mani. Il sole ha impostato, la luna è alta, il mare canta per le sabbie, e poesie di veglia sono ingannato. Per molti una ninna nanna fata. Zitto, bambino --- il mio bambino! Sogno, piccolo, e nei tuoi sogni, levitare da questo luogo umile. Galleggiante su mellow, flussi di nebbia. Per terre dove abita solitario Maria mite, e lasciare che il suo bacio la tua faccia poco. Tu bambino --- il mio bambino! Dormi, piccola, e prendi il tuo riposo. E angeli chini su di te, dormire dolcemente sul petto che Padre che il nostro caro Cristo ha riconciliato. Ma non stare lì! Torna da me! Oh, bambino --- il mio bambino!” Deep in the forest, two miles away from the home of the Domus dormiendi Dracones, a Coven of Vampires descending from the Forebearers Faction, a soft singing voice mingled with the pit pit pat of a soft drizzle.

A woman was lying on the damp ground, blue eyes staring up into the velvety sky. The forest was so quiet and so still around her as her thick accent rolled past her lips and pierced the otherwise quiet night. Angiluzza had strayed off earlier that night and had officially been gone for three hours. Not that anyone would miss her or even know that she was gone. Nobody ever knew where she was even if she was standing in a corner right behind them. Sighing, she bit down on her bottom lip, letting her fangs extend and pierce the supple flesh. She wasn't hungry. Her fingers were itching to dance across the beautiful ebony and ivory keys of her piano. She longed to be in the darkness of her room, letting music fill her to her core. “E così sarà.” The Sicilian muttered to herself before rising from the ground. Waves of ebony and milk chocolate locks tumbled down her back, down, down, down to her ankles She didn't bother dusting off as she took off towards her...home.

Home was still such a...foreign word to her.

The home came into view and she glanced up, blinking at it slowly as though she had never been there before. She walked on the tips of her pedicured toes, up the steps and to the door. It came open with the gentlest push, swinging open slowly. The lights were off and she didn't turn them on as she walked bare foot through the shadows, eyes forward. To her room she went, her body clothed only by a large t-shirt that made clear her love for the band called Metallica and her favorite black and blue laced panties with a small ribbon on them. Her room was just as silent as the forest, filled with the scent of apple cinnamon and various candies; it was her favorite. She was greeted by a wall of the scent causing her to pause and close her eyes letting it consume her. It mingled with the scent of her own body that emanated an earthy scent. The mocha colored flesh of her body was riddled with earth and leaves that hadn't dislodged during her run, causing her to smell stronger of earth than usual. But she didn't mind. She grew up on the scents of earth and rain.

She left her door open, walking past her large bookshelf, running her fingers along the spines of the thick books. Journals, they were. Memoirs of her life. There were two missing that Garth was reading at the time. If the woman remembered correctly, he was around year eighty-five. That was when Angiluzza had left to Mount Song in the Henan province of China to learn Shaolin Kung Fu. She smiled in remembering at how long it took her to persuade the monks to take her on as a pupil - It wasn't that she was a Vampire, rather it was that she was a she. Thirty-four years she spent there to learn. She was so proud to return home and exhibit her skill. But she still would not present herself as an Enforcer until she learned at least one another fighting style. He would be getting to that part next.

Finished with reminiscing, she moved over to the grand piano that was smack in the center of her massive bedroom. Manicured fingertips trailed down the keys before she took a seat. While Angel was a patron of the arts and very much a lover of classic music from the Post Romantic era and the Renaissance era, she couldn't have helped but to have gotten into some of the music from the decades past. Metallica and Avenged Sevenfold had to be her favorites since the '90s. Slowly. So slowly at first did her fingers dance across the keys, delicately playing out Nothing Else Matters. It was by far her favorite song. Well. Perhaps Orion beat that song. Or Loverman. She couldn't decide. She admired and envied the guitar skills displayed by Kirk Hammett and the vocals by James Hetfield. She played with growing passion as the music played in her head and she imagined playing alongside them. Piano, of course.

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To one that wasn't familiar with the house of a certain Coven, they might find it odd that a man was almost always on the roof. One would think he was similar to a rooster in his constant watchings over the house, but they would be wrong: for a rooster sleeps and awakens early to crow, while the man on the roof was never asleep. He was always doing something, always awake, always keeping an eye on those he considered his family; his Coven.

The man, who called himself by the name of Garth, was currently performing tai chi on the roof's peak. While to a mortal this would seem perilous and suicidal, a vampire such as himself balanced with little to no difficulty. What made him different, however, was that Garth held aloft a novel on his head, while another was in his hand open. Such novels were different than most in the world: thick bound, they were hand written; a journal of events by his progeny, his little huntress. The only reason such a man would be reading while performing life-threatening stunts was simple: Garth had to read constantly to make sure he would finish on time. Sadly, the ancient vampire was not the best at reading in general, so he hoped to improve his ability to read: he liked to be efficient and save time, not take forever. At least it was in Italian, and not in the dreaded English Language: sure, English is rooted from his native tongue, but it's rules and exceptions boggled the mind of such a straightforward, simplistic gentleman as himself.

His leather jacket yelped in protest as his changed positions after holding the previous one for 2 minutes. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his little huntress silently approach the house, a smile threatening to plant itself on his face; after all, he was reading of her life. Odd that Garth would bother to read anything as it went against his normal creed of 'Actions are the words of the body', but there were a few reasons: mostly because he was curious in the fact that Angel would actually write it all down, and slightly because she asked if he would. Garth had always relied simply on his memory - which was near picture perfect - but Angel decided to actually document. It was interesting, to say the least.

He then made a mental note that Angel had come home, which now meant that Evelyn, Angel and the pet Preston were currently in the house. Garth was uncertain of Isaac's whereabouts, and Delilah was out for the night: something Garth wasn't too happy about. Since going on this little hunt of theirs, Garth was constantly expressing concern for Delilah's safety to ensure that the Coven's leader didn't perish. If she kept going out clubbing and was attacked, how was he to protect her if she was constantly telling him not to be her escort? Garth gave a slight sigh on the thought, his eyes turning back to the pages after staring at the night sky: she could be childish and bitchy, but Garth would protect Delilah wholeheartedly. He just wished that these nagging emotions would stop pestering him when either Angel or Delilah were near him. Garth gave a slight chuckle at the thought: Delilah would... flirt (blast this language and its odd terms) with him if Angel had done something irk her, and Garth realized that most of it went over his head. How was he supposed to understand the emotions of women if he was the type to never show any?

Nevertheless, he was nearly done the second journal that he had chosen as a piano echoed through the air. While he did not recognize the piece - music wasn't his forte (puns!) - he recognized the pianist as none other than his little huntress. He couldn't resist a small smile as it creeped in, his eyes losing focus on the pages again. He had told her to become whatever she wanted, and she was shaping marvelously into a beautiful and gifted child. Sure, Garth may not appreciate the skills as something to put into his own arsenal, but who was he to disallow his progeny to explore the arts of the world? Garth knew his place as a simple protector and did not need any skills but to protect, but he knew that Angel yearned for something more, and he was more than happy to allow her the freedom to discover it.

Realizing he had a few words left, Garth promptly finished the second journal and closed it soundly. Happy to have finished, and curious as to the next volumes, Garth silently scuttled down the wall of the house to the door. Entering, he noticed that the only thing he could hear was the piano continuously playing, to which he kept the beat with every step of the stairs until he found himself in his little huntress' room. Silently he stood in the doorway, awaiting for a break in the song - or the ending if there was none - to give a slight interruption: now, while Angel almost always spoke in Italian, Garth found it difficult to do so constantly. As stated earlier, his native tongue was a dead language, with its roots creating German and English (with a little French as well). So to Garth, while he did understand Italian, he only spoke in broken sentences. So he would either stick to German, or English - which was what he did now.

"Allucinante, la mia piccola cacciatrice. You play it well." He spoke in his stoic, low voice. "I only interrupt to return these diario of yours." Garth spoke slowly and simply, using Italian where his words failed him (Garth was still unsure of Angel's ability to speak a language he was more comfortable with, so he adjusted for her).

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“Hmn?” Angel's fingers slowly came to a halt, causing the song to fade out in a gentle way as the corners of her lips twitched ever so lightly, cautiously curling into a soft smile as she turned around to face her Maker. “Nunc eu legi.” Her voice was gentle as she stood and approached him, her fingers brushing against his as she curled them against the worn spine of her journal. The house was silent save for their own words, having recently found themselves bare of roommates. Their previous Coven Leader was nearly two-thousand years old, but her daily behavior mirrored that of a twenty year old frat boy during Greek Week.

Delilah took those who were willing to go with her, which left Garth and his progeny Angiluzza. Oh - And the irritating human girl, Alexandra. She panted after Garth on a daily basis even though she was constantly reminded that their relationship was a figment of her imagination. Luckily, the girl was gone for the night. “I think perhaps it would be nice to leave here soon. I admit that I do miss the mountains of Montana; I haven't been to my home there in many years.” Even as she switched from Latin to English, her Italian accent was still thick. She moved away from him, her Vamp speed bringing her to a halt in front of her bookshelf where she slid her journals back in place. She slowly moved towards the candy wall, running her fingers over the jars as she bit down on her lip with indecision.

“But, we should think about it over a quick bite.” She felt a sudden, unexpected wave of hunger. Considering that they were currently living in Chicago, it was going to be hard for her to hunt (as usual) because she was quite picky. She hated drugs and cheap alcohol in her blood. Though, she was sure she could find one of those Vegan bars. Settling with the idea of heading out for the night, she removed her shirt and tossed it into the hamper with perfect accuracy. She flitted her bathroom, literally finished with her shower in less than a single minute; She reappeared before her Maker, dressed to kill. Her ruby lips curved into a teasing smirk as she playfully thumped his nose. “Try not to scare people off this time. Or attract any other obsessive young women; If we're lucky we won't run into Alexandra.”

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Garth watched as Angiluzza made her way to him and softly picked the journals from his hands, her fingers brushing against his as she did. Garth had to admit, her soft hands did comfort him as she took the books away while speaking in her distinct, but still lovely, accent. Her suggestion was pretty straight forward: move to Montana to see some mountains. Sure, there were probably a few other reasons why she wanted to leave, but Garth wasn't one to read into situations. He didn't need a complicated reason to move on, just a trusted source: and his little huntress was a trusted source indeed.

If Garth was honest, however, he was glad she suggested moving away. Ever since he made the decision to leave Delilah's coven - which he still had lingering uncertainty about, since it was like abandoning his post - the house had been practically empty. Well, save for the two vampires currently in the room, and that one human, who was becoming slightly a nuisance. Garth could barely remember her name, and yet she tripped over him like he was a sacred man. Sure, Garth sort of enjoyed being doted on like so, but he felt basically nothing towards the love-struck human.

Garth returned Angel as she walked along her candy wall before biting her lip slightly and speaking about grabbing some lunch. To be truthful, Garth hadn't really thought about eating for a while, since he was pretty sure he had filled up not too long ago. However, he was not one to turn down the idea of a hunt, as Angel threw off her shirt and came back out in a sultry outfit, a temptress of the night: lurking in the back of his mind, however, Garth always knew that there was another temptress that would easily beat out his little Angel, but he dismissed that thought.

Angel then gave him a thump on the nose, commenting on his constant issue of scaring away quite a number of people, or just the opposite: collecting people who were drawn in by his stoicism. Garth raised an eyebrow, eyeing up his progeny before giving a slight smirk of his own (which were rare unto themself). "And you, my dear, should try to avoid having men drool and fall to their knees to beg." Unlike Angel, who was dressed to knock out a man in seconds, Garth was dressed in his casual fashion of a biker outfit: something about tanned cow hide just felt right to him.

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A laugh escaped her as she adjusted her thick braid before grasping his hand, tugging him along with her as she moved through the house. “Let them do so; At least they aren't following me home. The trick? Crush their inflated egos and leave them to wallow in their newly sprouted depression.” Her words were nonchalant though the actions she spoke of might seem cruel. She loosened up her grip on his hand before releasing it and sliding into the driver's seat of a gloss black '97 Mustang. As soon as Garth closed his door, she slammed on the gas and tore off into the night.

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Angel found herself feigning interest as a man attempted to woo her with an Italian accent about as fake as his hairpiece and an expression about as dead as her heartbeat. She could tell that he was forcing his charisma as much as she was forcing hers. She could see a couple that had been staring at her for what seemed like hours, though in truth had only been a few minutes. Still, it bothered her. She literally put her hand in the man's face and pushed him away as she stood up, ready to move onto another place. She weaves through the crowd, highly aware of the couple following her movements as they themselves moved against the walls.

“Dobbiamo andare. Ora. Quella coppia laggiù sembra familiare e hanno mi stato a guardare per venti minuti. Ho un brutto presentimento...” Her voice was urgent, whispering into his ear over the loud club music. She had shoved away the hooker who had been grinding on him, earning a glare to which she gave her own death glare that sent a shiver down the woman's spine and had her scurrying away from the Italian Vampire. Angel was persistent, grabbing hold of her Maker's hand as the couple closed in on them.

Angiluzza recognized him but for the life of her couldn't remember well enough. Little did she know, their dearest Isaac had picked up the daughter of a pair of Vampire Hunters. They had recently been tracking them and Delilah knew this well enough; Hence her moving five states away rather than staying for Chicago's notorious Greek Week. Ramone and Alice Valentine were not exactly happy campers when they had dug around and found that their daughter was fawning over a Vampire. Their green eyes were focused on the two, both of them armed with plenty of holy water and knives.

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Garth was tugged by Angel towards the door, a playful sigh escaping his lips as she laughed: he wouldn't entirely be getting out of this, but he knew that he really didn't want to anyway. Her comment could have been perceived as cruel, but Garth made no note of thinking that way; after all, it was an effective method to get rid of obsessed humans, even if it was a little darker than necessary. Paying no mind, Garth opened his door as Angel was already getting in, and closed his door a little after hers which caused her to accelerate rapidly: the whole sequence was fluid, like it had happened many times before.



Garth had just planned on lounging in a chair all night while women tried their best to attract his attention while he watched the crowds for Angel: it was worked best for him, anyway. However, tonight many of the chairs had already been taken, so he was forced to stand at the back wall as women approached him. For some reason, women liked the stoic, strong attitude he gave off. Regardless, he paid not much attention to the scantily clad lady that had been 'grinding' - the term was slightly foreign to him, as he would have described it as 'sex with clothes on'. However, he would need said woman for later, since she would probably be his best bet for feeding.

He was interrupted, however, by none other than Angiluzza, who promptly shoved away the hooker lady, gave her a death glare after receiving one, and spoke quickly about a couple that had been staring at her for a while. While some would have brushed it off as just a coincidence, or been slightly more cautious, Garth wasn't the kind of man to take warnings lightly: too many times he had failed due to brushing away gut feelings. Finding the couple, Garth narrowed his vision to see only them, before nodding sternly and taking her hand before muttering just over the music. "Zeit zu- Time to go." Instinctively - and accidentally - switching to German, Garth maneuvered the people to the nearest exit like he had planned an escape route perfectly for that exact time; he even added some counter measures of bobbing through the people to mingle with them, without cutting down on the speed of their getaway. Truly, this was Garth's forte: protecting those he cared for.

Garth only checked for the couple when he had reached the exit with Angel, noticing that they were slightly confused as to their location. However, Garth turned to Angel to release her hand, only to speak his concern. "I am torn between escaping and disappearing, or confrontation." Garth voiced his indecisive instincts due to the fact that he couldn't decide on an action: after all, he was one to act on instinct and experience, while many cases required logical reasoning and future thought. While his previous Leader hadn't entirely been helpful, Angel was his progeny, one he encouraged to explore and learn the world. If he trusted anyone with logical reasoning and future outcomes, it was her.

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Angiluzza shuddered as he pulled her through the club, forcing her to rub against several people who seemed to all be grabbing at her. She felt like vomiting until she was tugged out into an empty alley. The scent was still disgusting, but the air was fresh. No. She didn't have any need to breathe at all, but she seemed to do it out of reflex after so many centuries.

Even still, her mind quickly went to work as Garth questioned their actions. Considering that the couple hadn't figured out that the Vampires had already escaped out the back, Angel concluded that they weren't exactly the best at their little...thing. “I remember them!”, she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

A feral growl rumbled in her chest as she moved back some. “Alexandra has pictures of them on her phone and in her diary.” She let Garth put the pieces together as her Vampire speed carried her to the roof of the building next door, her dress silently protesting as she crouched in wait for her prey to emerge.

The couple inside grunted unhappily as the two demons weaved through the crowd gracefully and expertly only to eventually elude them. But they would not give up; These bastards had their daughter! They continued to scan the crowd until they saw an exit in the far back, immediately placing their hands on the spray bottles of Holy Water as they moved methodically to the back of the club, being as discreet as possible.

Angel was correct in her assumption that they weren't the best at their jobs; They had originally been pulled into it by friends who had their own children snagged by Vampires. The Valentines thought it was madness, but figured it was their friends' way of coping and went ahead to satisfy them by playing along until their own daughter was taken. They had trained, but...well. Comparing them to real Hunters was like comparing a rent-a-cop to a S.W.A.T. team operative. They bust through the back door and immediately began spraying blindly.

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Garth was puzzled when Angel's eyes lit up, exclaiming that she knew those two. She then moved back some, growling, and gave Garth the clue that pieced it all together: they were Alexandra's parents. Of course he wouldn't know that, he liked to keep himself away from her as much as possible - though he would be lying if he said that he wasn't curious as to why Angel had known that. A groan of annoyance slipped through his guard unintentionally as his little huntress rushed up to the top of the opposite building, kneeling in a that Garth could only assume the dress did not care for.

Following her up with the same speed, Garth lowering his body to the rooftops to allow vision, but a sense of hiding as well as he watched the two humans bumble out the door and begin spraying water everywhere: he could only assume it was holy water. A sigh escaped his lips as he watched them make utter fools of themself, before muttering in a low voice. "This makes this much more complicated than it need be. Killing off these two would feel like killing innocents. And yet, they have seen our faces, understand who we are." He mused for a few seconds, before turning to his little huntress. "Perhaps leaving Alexandra here when we leave would put their mortal minds at ease."

In an odd way, it was a pretty smart plan: leaving Alexandra behind would have her slowly gravitate back to her parents, which would give them back their false sense of security. They then would see that she is stubborn in finding her way back to Garth, and would focus their time trying to fix their daughter instead of finding them. However, it still had a few kinks which couldn't be ignored: if they had contacted other Vampire Hunters, if they decided to devote themself to finding Garth instead of their child, and more. However, Garth truly felt nothing towards the two down there, so killing them would be sort of a waste: but he was prepared to do it if they threatened his huntress or himself and their security.

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“She'll probably spend the rest of her life tracking you down.” Angel snickered from her post next to him as she watched Alexandra's parents bumble around. “But we could knock her out and leave her in their car.” She honestly didn't like the idea of releasing humans; She was old fashioned in her beliefs concerning Pets and Slaves within Covens. The only way out was death simply because it kept the obsessed ones from stalking and the upset ones from contracting Hunters.

It also saved Vampires from having to sit down the humans and explain why they were getting rid of them while listing all the consequences of blabbing and then there was the whole tiring chore of listening to their irritating tears or angry screaming if they wanted to stay. It was all just so annoying. It was much easier and safer to just snap their necks and leave them somewhere so they'd at least get a proper burial and their family would get some closure. And they wouldn't end up in an asylum while they tries to convince everyone they had been living as minibars and sex toys for creatures of the night.

She glanced to Garth, encouraging him to really think about his choice, a frown painted on her lips. As if reading his mind, she whispered angrily. “Where there is one Hunter there are more. You know they never travel alone or in small groups; Just because they are failures does not mean that those traveling with them are. It could be possible that this assignment is a test or initiation for them as much as it is a personal thing. The only things that we know? They are Alexandra's parents and they may or may not know she is here and with Vampires. And they obviously fail at being Hunters.” She sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

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Garth gave an iritated sigh at the truth in Angel's statements. He couldn't deny that Alexandra would never stop looking for him, and that his plan had many flaws. The only reason he had come up with his plan, after all, was that killing innocents simply wasn't what he did: bloodshed and violence were perfectly fine and enjoyed by the man, but killing random people wasn't. However, he knew what Angel was getting at: in the unwritten codes, drafted before his time, were simple guidlines to deal with humans. One of them was simple; releasing humans was more effort than it should be.

Garth gave a sideways glance at Angel, seeing her frown and hearing her angered whisper about the facts he already knew. Irony had to have it that it was his progeny trying to lecture him about the codes he taught her years ago. A sad sigh escaped his lips: how they grew up so fast. It felt like yesterday that he had watched her blossom from the wild creature that she was into a semi sophisticated young lady, into the woman that stood near him now.

Nevertheless, Garth was still staring down at Alexandra's parents, his eyes emotionless. He truthfully felt nothing but pity towards the two humans who were struggling to understand how the world seemed to work. After feeling her hand on his shoulder, a sigh escaped his lips as well, rotating himself to look at his little huntress directly. "I agree that killing them would be the easiest method of escapism - it may even deter Alexandra from being so transfixed with me." He used that word with a tone of annoyance, as he truly felt so - but Garth wasn't finished.

"But there is where things could go wrong: Alexandra finds her parents dead, and either comes after us as a Hunter, or leaves us for good. I do not really know her well enough to understand where she would go." His eyes narrowed, a new thought popping into his head. "Perhaps, instead of her parents, ridding ourselves of Alexandra would remove this new thorn." Killing Alexandra in an accident would either cause her parents to realize their stupidity, or contact actual Hunters. "I'm against killing all three, but what must be done, shall be done." A somber tone trickled its way into his voice without his knowledge: truly Garth was an interesting fellow. One that contained his own emotions, yet would do anything to protect those he cared for: even if it meant going against his morality.

Ultimately he left the answer to Angel, the tactician of the two: and whatever decision she made, he would execute flawlessly. After all, he did see her as his leader in a way: Garth was a Protector, and a Protector needed a Leader, even if it was figuratively speaking.

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Angel's bright eyes connected with her Maker's as his head rotated towards her, highly aware of his feelings towards killing innocent humans. She didn't quite hold such morals, having let them go some centuries ago. One might say she was selfish or spoiled, but the only people she gave two fucks about were her Maker and herself. Everyone else was disposable and replaceable until proven otherwise; So far, nobody had. Except her "brother", whom she had recently found herself missing once more.

Shaking her head, she began to mull over the options, parting her lips to say that she would just kill the three of them, but glanced at her Maker's face once more. A sigh escaped her as her hand slid down from his shoulder and fell to the concrete roof. “I will find her car and catch a ride home with her and swerve her into lake. Kill a deer and make it look like an accident.” Guilt washed over her as she continued to look her Maker in the eye, unable to bring herself to ask him to kill the girl. She knew he felt nothing but annoyance for her, but she would not ask him to take an innocent life even for their own safety and sanity.

“Ci vediamo a casa, essere cauti, il mio Protettore.”

She pressed her lips gently against his forehead and was gone in a blur, leaving behind only a fleeting, cool breeze. She immediately locked onto the scent of the most irritating human she had ever met and found her soon enough, easily catching the car as it sped down a dirt road. It was of no great feat that she simply got into the moving vehicle through a rolled down window, sitting in the passenger seat.

Alexandra jumped in fright, slamming on the brakes, hydroplaning and swerving, going off the road and right down the side of the road and into a thick tree. Alexandra's head slammed down against the steering wheel and snapped back quickly, effectively killing her. Angel had long since removed herself from the car, having jumped back through the window as soon as the human careened off of the road. “Questo è stato più facile di quanto ho pensato che sarebbe stato.”

She muttered to herself as she flitted to the car, reaching in to check the girl's pulse, finding that it was slowly fading. As soon as it stopped, she removed her hand and was gone. She held no regret for her actions, though the pleasure she felt was strange to her. It was the same pleasure she felt when she imagined killing Delilah; The reason behind it was foreign to her. She did recognize that related feelings cropped up here and there stemmed from the strange feeling that she felt around Garth most times.

As she pondered the feelings and why they were there, she made her way home. Now, most people liked to be doing something when they were in deep thought and trying to solve a problem. Not Angel. She perched herself on the kitchen counter, not bothering to remove her rather burnt and ripped dress or desecrated heels as her face assumed its natural appearance; She looked like an abused, innocent, life-sized doll as she canted her head and stared into nothing.

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Garth listened to the silence between them, waiting for the verdict of his little hunter as he watched her. He felt as if he already knew the answer - she wished to kill all three, it was evident - but then a curious sigh escaped her lips, and she told him to kill a deer to make Alexandra's now planned accident look exactly as such. As much as his stoic face kept him silent, his eyes could not hide the surprise in her decision. Not only were they not going to kill the parents, but she decided to kill Alexandra herself - why? Garth couldn't find an answer in her eyes, but could see something wash over her body, a somber attitude of the sorts. Perhaps guilt? Garth couldn't tell, nor could he understand.

It wasn't until her soft voice spoke again, and the feeling of soft lips against his forehead that he had truly gotten himself confused: especially since she disappeared so quickly afterwards. Watching her leave in a blur, Garth never moved. Perhaps it was that her touch left him motionless, perhaps it was simply the entire events. He truthfully didn't understand totally what he was feeling, but it didn't matter: after all, being emotional was weakness, and Garth couldn't afford it. Whatever was going on in his head and heart could always wait for the days that he was sitting in silence with Angel. Right now, he needed to track down a deer. He gave one last glance at the parents of the girl that had been giving him headaches, and gave a sigh. They had no idea what was in store, and for their safety, Garth hoped they gave up their silly chase. If they didn't, he wouldn't hesitate to turn his ax into a paintbrush to paint the walls red.

As if they felt like they were being watched, the couple stopped their needless spraying and looked around. When they finally cast their eyes upwards, all they could see was the sky.

Garth caught the scent of the deer quickly, and ripped through the forest with only the wind as his witness. Garth instantly punched the deer with his open palm to kill it by sheer force. See, Garth knew that to make it look like an accident, he would have to make the deer look like it got hit by a car. A vampire's punch could be considered as powerful as a speeding car, so it worked well. With the mostly dead dear slung over him - like he had done so many times before as a child - Garth raced off towards the scent of Alexandra. When he arrived at the crash site, Garth was surprised to see that Alexandra had simply crashed into the tree, as if she had been spooked.

Shocked at either the luck of the draw or Angel's flawless execution, Garth tore a bit of the deer carcass along the hood of the car to get a bit of blood on it, before throwing the deer onto the road. Thankfully, nobody had shown up yet, but he could see headlights in the distance, which was his key to head out. A distance away, Garth stared back at the scene, and gave a little mutter: "And so the body returns to the dirt once more. Sleep well." Odd for a seasoned killer, but Garth did grow up with the concept of Buddhism. While he didn't follow it very often, he still gave a word for the deceased, no matter how much he disliked them.

By the time Garth made it back to the house, he could tell that his little huntress had already gotten home. After all, where else would she go but home after such an event? He pushed the door open quietly and entered, hearing the bliss of silence as he peered into the kitchen to see Angel perched on the counter, staring into the abyss. Garth knew that she got like this when thinking, and normally didn't want to disturb her. However, he also noticed the state of her clothing, and instinctively entered without a sound. Taking only a few steps to reach her, Garth gingerly removed Angel's ruined heals, placing them on the ground. Still without words, Garth removed his jacket to place on her back before sliding beside her on the counter, staring forward as she had done when he entered.

However, it was he who broke the silence with one line in a deep, low voice, silky and yet course. "Grazie di cuore." He said no more, as he knew Angel would understand his meaning. He wasn't just thanking her for taking his job, but for choosing the path she did. Heck, Garth even felt that there was a little bit of sincere thanks that leaked in for her just still being there, but he wouldn't admit that.

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“Quanto tempo è passato da quando è stato semplicemente il caffè e progenie?” Her voice was a soft whisper as she felt her shoes being removed. Her fingers curled around the leather jacket, pulling it tighter about her as she offered a nod in reply to his thanks. He need not thank her, though. She was his progeny; She did all that she could to make him proud. “Secoli...ho quasi dimenticato come ci si sente. Per essere in grado di passare le notti sapendo che non ci saranno altre sette persone moleste di fare le faccende o esseri umani tenuti in giro per voi che avete bisogno per assicurarsi che essi sono nutriti e felici. Per essere di nuovo solo. E ' la beatitudine.” A light smile twitched at her lips before she lowered her head.

They should leave soon in case there were other Hunters around. Angiluzza was strange; She had no issue fighting someone twice her strength who could rip her head off. She welcome such battles. But she didn't like Hunters. Afraid of them...? Possibly. She recounted the first time she had come across Holy Water. She was young arrogant then, fooled into drinking a goblet full of the liquid and soon spending three days writhing in pain and bleeding from her pores. Never again. She shuddered at the memory as she dismissed her previous thoughts of Garth as she felt fur rubbing against her feet. A genuine smile lit up her scarred face as she peeked down to see three black foxes at her feet. “Quando dobbiamo prendere congedo? E dovremmo trovare un umano da portare con noi o scorta di sangue.” She glanced over at Garth, swirling her feet a little, not seeming to notice much as they sank their teeth and claws into her flesh. The punctures just healed anyways.

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Garth gave a genuine smile as Angel reminisced -hard to come by any movement of the face that wasn't speech with Garth. Still, he had to admit that she was correct: it had been many years since they ran together, and the peacefulness of the entire situation was a much needed break for the man. Many never truly realized the bottled-up stress and paranoia the man went through, which could be best seen through his inability to sleep. If he had to recount, Angel was only one of the few that understood how his protective nature ran so deep that it disallowed him to sleep.

Moving past that, Garth noticed Angel lowering her head in thought, his eyes softly watching as a soft shudder racked her body before a smile came to her lips. Garth looked down to see the little devil foxes roaming around her feet. While he was a man of nature and canines, he didn't entirely trust those little misfits: after all, when an animal started chewing on his foot and scratching it, he was more likely to launch it than cuddle with it. Nevertheless, his little huntress posed a question that Garth expected, and he met her eyes once again.

"Prima che poi. The accident may not rid them of the 'hunt'." Garth still wasn't sure if he could call what they were doing a hunt, but it was the only word he could think of that made sense. After the pause, Garth spoke again. "We will pick up the human on the way: if those two are serious about being hunters, then taking a human from the area will get them suspicious again." Garth paused again, before turning and looking Angel in her soft eyes. A small smile crept onto his lips again, and he brought his right hand up to her chin before speaking and lowering his hand. "Quando si è pronti, si parte."

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“Sono stato pronto dal nostro primo incontro che fastidio Maledetto del Nilo.” She grinned mischievously as she looked into his eyes, but soon disappearing. She had quickly begun to pack her things, obsessively making sure that her clothes were meticulously folded and her jewelry was cases securely as to prevent scratches from rubbing against one another. Angiluzza was a serious hoarder; She still had gowns from the Victorian era despite being able to purchase designer gowns modeled after them with more "fanciful" tones. She also boasted a large number of stolen royal crowns and such, often considering donating them to museums or back to their respective families. But then she would try them on once more, admire herself in the mirror, and decide they were better off in her care. Even now she paused every now and again to try on and admire some of her things.

She was genuinely excited of the aspect of no longer being part of a Coven. No longer were people analyzing her every move and constantly watching what she did. Nor were their younger Vampires for her to babysit or teach. Most of all there would be no more Delilah. No more would she fear an eternity of living in a frat house. And no more would Angel have to put up with the annoying way Delilah would giggle like a child and place her hand upon Garth's chest. Angel smirked, a feeling of victory washing over her. But what had she won...? Alone time with Garth? Why was that so special lately? Why did she care about Delilah lusting after him? A frown came to her face. Because she was a dangerous fool, that's why. She was simply protecting her Maker, as she had failed to do before. She should have ripped off Isaac's head for bringing Alexandra home deliberately, knowing of her budding obsession with the man. Obsessed humans were never a good thing. Fangirls were okay; Angel preferred the troubled type. Like she had once been.

Her room was soon nothing but boxes, suitcases, and a few special carriers. The only things not packed were her vanity, piano, and bed. She planned on leaving them behind, having no attachment to them. The things she cared about enough were in fact arranged within her Montana home, far from the prying eyes and greedy fingers of those once her centuries-long companions that annoying borrowed her clothing and instruments without permission. She once again paused to enjoy the idea of sheer...solitude. Being able to meditate in the forest and return to tranquility. She removed her dress and slipped on a large t-shirt once more, flitting back into the kitchen. Delilah made sure to take everything that wasn't in Garth and Angiluzza's rooms, so they had no need to worry about packing too much. Angel disposed of her worse-for-the-wear dress as she looked around, her pets coming out of their hiding to look up at her. She would donate her Mustang and Charger somewhere; She had others. They could take the truck. She leaned over the kitchen counter, truly excited for the first time in decades.

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Garth chuckled before the emotion fell from his face as Angel ran off to pack: though he was unsure how she was going to get all of her stuff in any of the vehicles. It was a pretty well known fact that she was quite the hoarder, which contrasted highly with Garth. Unlike his little huntress, the goth carried very little with him, as he was used to constant travel. When he made his way into his own room, it looked like it was ready to pack up and leave within a moment's notice. All of his clothes were folded and easily stored, and the only things that were on his walls were a few keepsakes that he still had, and the weapon rack. What were the keepsakes, you ask? Most were trivial things from his history, such as the robe and pendent from the Crimson Dragon coven and the staff fashioned for him when he left. There are a few things that are extremely sentimental to him like his first waraxe, first katana. However, there are a few items that he keeps that aren't necessarily out in the open, such as the dagger Angel threw into his forehead, the stopwatch that stopped working when he turned his fallen progeny, or his wedding ring from his first life which he still wears, even if he doesn't know why anymore.

Within no time at all, Garth's room was stripped down to its roots, and he was ready to get the heck out. Unlike his room, however, Garth was no longer bare: his sword was sheathed in its scabbard on his back, his war axe on his hip. Garth made his way back into the kitchen, finding that Angel had been excited enough to flit through everything and was now leaning on the counter. Garth hadn't seen her this excited in years, and silently acknowledged her happiness with a smile of his own. They would be moving back to her house in Montana to... what, exactly? Garth was one that prefered silence and solitude to interaction, but their moving made him suddenly think about the future. Would he still be by the side of his little huntress, or would she move on without him eventually, seek out adventures of her own again? An unprecedented pit seemed to form in Garth's stomach, but he was unsure as to why it was there: perhaps it was the looming danger that was always around? Perhaps it was.

Shaking it off, Garth fully entered the kitchen at a moderate pace, still pondering small thoughts; after all, Garth only thought about protecting those he cared for, and how to survive. Thinking of other things was tedious and useless to his placement in life. Careful to use the hip that his axe wasn't on, Garth approached Vani and leaned on one shoulder to get a better look at her excitement before brushing away a stray hair from her face. "Beh, sei eccitato. Ready to leave?" A little smirk made it back to his face, before falling to his monotonous, original complexion. He looked down to see those foxes again before raising an eyebrow "Io lo prendo stanno cattura di un giro con noi?"

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“Naturalmente sono a cavallo con noi, sciocco.” She remarked, leaning down to pick one of them up, running her fingers through its fur before setting it down as her various other pets padded in to see what was going on. She was quite ready to go, expressing such excitement by flitting repeatedly to her room and out to the small flatbed trailer. She arranged everything by size and soon loaded Garth's things as well. She tripped a few times, so excited she was. She almost felt like bursting into song a few times, but for the sake of not appearing like a silly little girl...she didn't. She thought about what they would do now that they were on their own again.

Wandering. She didn't intend on staying in Montana for too long; She just didn't want to be here anymore. This place was filled with too many unwanted memories and a change of scenery was long overdue. She supposed that a world trip would be fun – It had been a while since she had been on a culture trip. She would love to visit all of the museums and historical monuments of the world. She twirled with excitement as she herded her pets outside and into the back of the black Buick Enclave before driving it around the front and hitching the trailer to it. She was thoroughly wearing herself out with excitement and continuous flitting about, concerning herself only with getting the hell outta Dodge and making plans for the next few decades.

She quickly slipped into the vehicle and rolled down the tinted window, calling from the passenger seat. “Affrettatevi, vecchio! Io non sono più giovane qui!” She now had a full on smile, her toes curling as she shivered with excitement still.

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"Old man, huh?" Garth raised an eyebrow as he exited the house. He had given a little laugh when she flitted away in such excitement, and barely realized she had taken all of his stuff out already when he reached his room. Seeing has how everything was being done for him, he had done a quick sweep of the house to ensure that everything had been removed and locked. When he finally made it outside, he had only gotten out the door when a large smile appeared from the buick, his little huntress looking more excited than he had seen her in years.

"Dov'era tutto questo entusiasmo prima?" Garth said as he opened the driver door and got in. He wasn't kidding when he was a little confused as to the excitement his little huntress was exuding, but he couldn't help but give her a smile back: her excitement was contagious. He wasn't even sure where it was coming from, but he was happy when she was. Starting the vehicle up, he noticed that she was shivering, and he wasn't sure from what. "Stai bene, la mia piccola cacciatrice? Stai tremando." Garth was concerned that she might be cold, but he could never tell with her.

"Questo sarà un lungo viaggio, dopo tutto." If one asked about how Garth felt about going to Montana, he was content with the decision. There wasn't many of his personal belongings there, however, as most of his true keepsakes were in his house in Toulousse. See, Garth purchased the deed to his old house a few hundred years ago, and built a villa on it a few years ago. When anybody ever asked him why that exact location, his answers were usually skeptical: he hadn't even told Angel why he bought that property. Thing was, Garth hadn't told his little huntress about a lot of things, like his original life or his thing with Aphrodite; he just didn't see the need, regardless of how much it knawed at him that he knew everything about her, yet she knew only of their time together. Perhaps he would tell her in Montana, perhaps not. Only time would tell.

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“Sto bene. Appena eccitato per il prossimo capitolo. Non sei tu?” She smiled softly as she let her seat back some, her arms resting on the foxes that had clambered into her lap. The night was young, but she curled up for the ride and remained quiet as they drove to the sound of Don Juan on CD.

They stopped as the sun began to rise, pulling into a Hilton Hotel after she first called and warned them of her...furry companions. She could only hold her usual public apathetic gaze as they strode through the lobby with the wild and exotic animals in tow along with her other more domestic pets. She gave a yawn as they entered the elevator, leaning against her Maker some. She was all too happy as they entered their suite, immediately pulling the black curtains to a close before simply collapsing on one of the beds. “Do you ever tire of my presence?” She glanced over to him as he closed the door, her blue eyes curious as she wondered.

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"Not at all." Garth's eyebrows had raised at her in questioning. The entire trip there she had been silent, and Garth could only assume that this question was perhaps a culmination of said musings. She even spoke in English to add to Garth's slight confused state, causing him to cock his head a little with an odd stare at his little huntress. She was sprawled on the bed after collapsing - he should have guessed she was tired after the long journey; she had even been leaning on him some in the elevator. Yet this question still caught him off guard slightly, Angel's curious eyes glancing over to him. Garth normally took everything at face value to keep things simple, but questions such as these made him wonder if there truly was a hidden message behind her statement.

"Tell me, my little huntress; what brought on such a question?" Garth decided to stick with English, as it was the language that began such a conversation. Garth moved away from the door as he spoke, finishing as he sat down on the same bed as she was collapsed on. He was only on the edge, his legs facing the door but his upper body twisted to look at her from above with concerned eyes. He didn't understand the nature of her question, but it did worry him: did she feel that he was tired of her, wanting to move on without her? Because if that was the case, perhaps it would be best if he did explain the life he once had before her: that would hopefully clear any doubt from her mind. Without another to protect, Garth felt useless, incomplete, and without purpose.

In other words, Garth felt death.

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“Oh, good.” She smiled softly, shooing the furry companions from her bed as Garth approached to sit. His own query made her frown...What did bring on that question? Perhaps after so long of being around Delilah and her friends had once again made Angel doubt herself as she once had. “I...don't know. It's been nearly eight centuries and I feel as though you often grow weary of my often stand-offish and cryptic way of life.” She sat up and sat next to him, folding her legs next to her as she faced him, peering up with innocence and naivety in her eyes. She in no way meant to question his devotion to her, but she felt fear and often felt insignificant.

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Garth let out a small grunt at her comment about her cryptic life, as if the irony just simply wrote itself. He looked away as Angel sat up and folded her legs, before looking back at her. His eyes were distant in contrast to her seeming innocence, to which he gave a slight smile before running his hand through her hair to fix it. Afterwards, however, a sigh escaped his lips before he looked away once again to finally speak.

"If you were average, I wouldn't have turned you." He gave a pause, realizing how stupid that sounded, before continuing. "My little huntress, your way of life is exactly what a man like me needs: life turns bleak after many years of living. Besides, I've been the cryptic one, not you." Garth stared at the far wall, his eyes distant and sad before he looked back at her, his expression solemn.

"You never questioned the fact that I know you, and yet you only know half of me."

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She couldn't help but to tilt her head into his hand as he ran his fingers through her hair, her eyes closing. Though, she couldn't help but to smile before opening her eyes at his comment. She took his rough and calloused hand into her own, grasping it tightly as she spoke. “You of all people know how very few people I trust and just how little I trust them. I chose to open you up to my past to reassure you of my trust and devotion placed within you. It took me time, but I did. I feel that you will open about your past when you feel you are comfortable and the time is right.” Her free hand rose, pressing her palm against his cool cheek, caressing in a reassuring way with her thumb. “You saved me in more ways than one. You owe me absolutely nothing.”

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Garth's face lay dormant as she took his hand into her own, the silky touch offset by his own roughness. Her grip tightened as she spoke, and her words comforted him only slightly. It was when Angel's thumb touched his face that his own free hand came up to grab hers. His eyes fell, before he turned away from his little huntress. Her words were reassuring, yes, but at the same time caused a great deal of guilt to rush through him. Garth wasn't sure if it was the fact that she said that he had saved her life, or if he owed her nothing, but it caused him to let go of her hand, and move to the other, which held his ring - he wasn't sure of the last time he really drew attention to it, let alone took it off, but it mattered not.

Garth grabbed the ring and turned it once, staring at it as he spoke. "Not true, my little huntress. You have kept me alive in more ways than you may realize, but the only way to explain..." He paused, spinning the ring once more before his tone dropped down to a loud whisper.

"First of all, my name is not Garth - my birth name... is Hathus Gundislavus of the Visogoths." His words were slow and paced, as if he had rehearsed them before he paused, as if unsure if he should continue. He looked up, his stoic face letting slip a bit of the pain through his eyes.

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Like a child at story time, she turned her body to face him completely. She sat on her knees and pulled both of his hands to her lap, her eyes filled with concern as she almost felt the pain roiling within him. She was worried about him at this point and was hoping that she hadn't drawn up any painful memories that he preferred to keep buried. She was also quite sure many years ago that Garth was not his birth name. Elder Vampires were often prone to name changing. Still, she looked into his eyes, glancing down at the ring on his hand. She had noticed it before, but she hadn't bothered to ask. She didn't like to pry, but she was very interested in his past now that it was brought up.