Chapter 131: Bloody Families

{ Some people are like clouds. Once they disappear, it's a beautiful day }

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Esme stared at Gabriel for a moment as she processed what he said. It was in the past, sure, but the part about killing his ex-lover kind of stood out to her. Did he kill her because she cheated on him with Cassius? Or was it the other way around? 

"Why.. did you kill her? Who was she? When was this?" She started bombarding him with questions and snapped her lips shut to stop herself from asking anymore. Gabriel would tell her; she knew he would otherwise; they wouldn't be sitting here right now. 

"Amelia was.."

"A skank, oh sorry, a slip of the tongue." Luther raised his hands, looking unapologetic. Esme looked at Gabriel to read his face, but he was stoic and even uncaring. Luther then muttered beneath his breath, "A gentleman should never diss a lady.. although she never acted like a lady."

"Pfft," Marcus snickered and turned his head away, drinking from his bottle.

Esme's attention moved from Luther to her hand, where Gabriel interlaced their fingers in her lap. She looked up at him and felt her chest warm up from staring back into those crystal clear orbs; the red specks in his eyes shimmered for a moment before returning back to normal. "Go on." Esme squeezed his hand gently and hoped he could feel that she was fine through the bond.

She expected Gabriel to have a few 'skeletons in his closet', and quite literally at that. She also wondered how long Gabriel's brother kept this grudge. 

"Let me just explain first. Amelia was a second-generation vampire. She came to earth with another, Mira, after Cassius and I were placed here-"

"Placed here.." Esme narrowed her eyes slightly. "So, you weren't randomly born as vampires?"

"No. We have no recollection of our past. Our father, our creator, cast us here.. Amelia and Mira were given to us as brides and to reproduce.. At first, nothing happened. I allowed the girls to leave; they were hurt by the idea that they were solely there to be our brides and nothing more. Two hundred years later, they returned, and I took Amelia as my lover, while Cass had Mira." Gabriel paused, sipping his blood, almost like he was preparing for the rest of the story.

Esme scrutinised him for a moment. The air surrounding him was dark and chilled, his features passive and emotionless as he spoke, and when she checked the bond, she was surprised to find the smallest part of him still angry at Amelia. After all this time, it was still there, like a scar that would never look quite right, unlike her own on the surface of her skin that had now magically disappeared. These were the scars none could see.

The she-wolf could also tell that Gabriel still loved him even through his anger and hurt at his brother. It was strange, even though her family was a little messed up-

"More than messed up," Isana murmured, thinking back to the multiple disturbing missions Camilla put her on, the intense training she put her through, and going to the few memories she had of her father.

"Either way, I still have some feelings towards them. With.. dad.. It hurts to think about him and what he must have put Camilla through. And then when I think about Camilla.." 

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Yes, since her 'mother' never replied to her voice mails and told her she was alive. She also preferred using her name in mind now; it put the much-needed distance between them. Before she had to call her Camilla in front of others, now it was more natural. She did disown her, after all.

"Camilla.." Esme sighed, then shook her head. She wasn't worth thinking about, and right she became sidetracked about her own family and needed to listen to Gabriel. 

"I'm not sure when things started between Amelia and Cassius, all I know is that he loved her from the beginning, even though she chose me.. first, that is. I was with her on and off for four hundred years. I didn't know about their affair until she left me-"

"What did Mira do in all this?" Esme asked; listening to all this was like some sort of drama and causing her a slight headache. Now she could kind of understand why he killed Amelia. Was she cheating on him for four hundred years? That's just sick, but what was worse was that Gabriel's brother was the other man.

"Boy, I bet that was awkward," Isana remarked cheekily, thinking back to Mira, a vampire that didn't really seem all that important, even though she was also a second-generation vampire.

"Amelia killed her. So she was out of the picture," Gabriel replied nonchalantly. Esme supposed it was such a long time ago now that he wasn't bothered, or he was never bothered about the vampire in the first place. "In the 16th century, when Amelia left, she somehow ended up being Alpha King Matthias' mate. They had children, and then she left and betrayed him by sleeping with a shapeshifter also."

"So, she had a death wish, really. She pissed off a lot of influential and powerful men… A vampire king and his brother, and then an Alpha King.. was the shifter a king or something as well?" Esme said, unimpressed by what this woman did. 

She tried to imagine Gabriel sleeping with another woman, and her chest instantly burned in rage, her teeth clamped together, and her gaze darkened, glaring into space. 

"Nyx?" Marcus called to her, and she snapped her eyes to him. He raised a brow, and she cleared her mind from the imaginary scenario, already knowing she'd let her wolf go feral and do what she pleased to them if that situation ever arose. 

Gabriel clicked his tongue in annoyance, and Esme looked back at her mate. His gaze was dark, and she could tell he had read her thoughts. But she also knew that her vampire would never cheat on her. Esme shook her head and asked her next question, distracting them both. "Was Cassius not at all affected by what she did? Shouldn't he applaud for you killing her?"

Gabriel squeezed her hand gently before standing up and returning to the bar, finishing the last of his drink and placing the glass on the bar's surface. He turned around and met her gaze. "Cassius was a lost cause to her; she was very manipulative and probably told him that Matthias and this shapeshifter were nothing and only her experimentations. Anyway, she dug her own grave; I killed her and then locked Cassius away."

It sounded like Cassius was a lovesick fool and a victim to this Amelia. Now because Gabriel locked his brother away after killing her, that fool probably held onto all of his anger and directed it at Gabriel.

"How long was he locked away for?" She asked, wondering if Cassius was meant to have been locked up in one of those cells below ONYX.

"I'm not sure. But he is starting to make himself known. I am not sure what he is planning, but this is why we need to be careful about him finding out about you," Gabriel replied as he walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, his face stoic, but Esme could feel his trepidation. 

He was truly fearful of what his brother might do.

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