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Category:
S through Z › Underworld
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,098
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Underworld, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Prologue
He had been forced to come back. Nothing he’d said seemed to make Lucian anymore inclined to listen to him. Glaring at the door, Jacques wondered how stupid the Lycan Master had to be to think that any amount of forced solitude was going to make him anymore likely to agree to his point of view. In the centuries that he had been alive, Jacques had rarely changed his mind to suit anyone else but himself.
The redhead wrapped his arms around his legs and set his chin atop them. At least, at least he knew what was going on. He knew that Viktor was still alive and that, that was comforting. He would not have been able to stand listening to anyone gloat about taking the stoic Elder out of the picture. He’d probably kill the idiot on the spot and then Lucian for allowing such a thing to be done in the first place. So maybe he was the one with the problem. So maybe HE was the idiot for being in love with said stoic Elder who hated them and wished them all dead. It didn’t matter. Nothing he did changed it. Nothing Lucian would say would change it.
His melancholy thoughts are interrupted by the door opening. “I thought I already argued with you once today,” he said without looking up.
“You are becoming something of an irritation,” Lucian responded.
Jacques looked up with a decidedly bitter smile. “I really care nothing for your opinion of me,” he answered, “I know where I stand. I know that is NEVER going to change even though you and ninety-nine percent of the others would like it to. I thought we got through this discussion.” His French accent was made thicker by the anger that coursed through him. If Lucian kept pushing, he wouldn’t be able to discern a single thing said to him.
Lucian sighed. “Jacques, surely you know the stupidity of this.”
Jacques’ gray eyes narrow as his temper flares. “Do I look like an idiot to you?” he demanded, “Of all the people, I know the MOST how stupid this is! He’s an arrogant, egotistical, sadistic, psychopath who wishes nothing more than for all of us to drop dead! Did I miss anything in that?”
“So you understand how stupid this is.”
“Oui.” His voice is now empty, defeated. He was so tired of this argument, “However, that will never change the fact that for all his idiocies and for all his cruelties…I still love him.”
Lucian sighed again before he crouched in front of him. “Old friend, you have to get over this. It has been centuries since you have last seen him. Why is it that you STILL crave him?”
“When I know the answer to that, mon ami, I will gladly explain it to you…I am tired Lucian, leave me alone.” These conversations got them nowhere except for Jacques feeling worse than he did. He hid his miserable expression behind his shoulder length red hair as he pressed his chin to the top of his knees. He wished no one had come looking for him in France. He wished that they had just let him be.
Lucian’s patience finally reached its limit and he heard the door open and shut before the sound of the bar sliding into place. Jacques didn’t move, he merely tried to curl up more tightly. He hated what they had been reduced to by such arrogant creatures, but then he hated himself more for being in love with the worst of them.
Prologue
He had been forced to come back. Nothing he’d said seemed to make Lucian anymore inclined to listen to him. Glaring at the door, Jacques wondered how stupid the Lycan Master had to be to think that any amount of forced solitude was going to make him anymore likely to agree to his point of view. In the centuries that he had been alive, Jacques had rarely changed his mind to suit anyone else but himself.
The redhead wrapped his arms around his legs and set his chin atop them. At least, at least he knew what was going on. He knew that Viktor was still alive and that, that was comforting. He would not have been able to stand listening to anyone gloat about taking the stoic Elder out of the picture. He’d probably kill the idiot on the spot and then Lucian for allowing such a thing to be done in the first place. So maybe he was the one with the problem. So maybe HE was the idiot for being in love with said stoic Elder who hated them and wished them all dead. It didn’t matter. Nothing he did changed it. Nothing Lucian would say would change it.
His melancholy thoughts are interrupted by the door opening. “I thought I already argued with you once today,” he said without looking up.
“You are becoming something of an irritation,” Lucian responded.
Jacques looked up with a decidedly bitter smile. “I really care nothing for your opinion of me,” he answered, “I know where I stand. I know that is NEVER going to change even though you and ninety-nine percent of the others would like it to. I thought we got through this discussion.” His French accent was made thicker by the anger that coursed through him. If Lucian kept pushing, he wouldn’t be able to discern a single thing said to him.
Lucian sighed. “Jacques, surely you know the stupidity of this.”
Jacques’ gray eyes narrow as his temper flares. “Do I look like an idiot to you?” he demanded, “Of all the people, I know the MOST how stupid this is! He’s an arrogant, egotistical, sadistic, psychopath who wishes nothing more than for all of us to drop dead! Did I miss anything in that?”
“So you understand how stupid this is.”
“Oui.” His voice is now empty, defeated. He was so tired of this argument, “However, that will never change the fact that for all his idiocies and for all his cruelties…I still love him.”
Lucian sighed again before he crouched in front of him. “Old friend, you have to get over this. It has been centuries since you have last seen him. Why is it that you STILL crave him?”
“When I know the answer to that, mon ami, I will gladly explain it to you…I am tired Lucian, leave me alone.” These conversations got them nowhere except for Jacques feeling worse than he did. He hid his miserable expression behind his shoulder length red hair as he pressed his chin to the top of his knees. He wished no one had come looking for him in France. He wished that they had just let him be.
Lucian’s patience finally reached its limit and he heard the door open and shut before the sound of the bar sliding into place. Jacques didn’t move, he merely tried to curl up more tightly. He hated what they had been reduced to by such arrogant creatures, but then he hated himself more for being in love with the worst of them.