He casually strolled away from the horrible statue to look around for their bedroom. One by one he pushed open the doors he passed by and closed them when it wasn’t a bedroom. The third door Vincent pushed open revealed a large bedroom that he assud belonged to Graham and Cecilia.
Moving quickly before Cecilia might return, he sniffed around the room for anything with his uncle’s scent. Surprisingly, this bedroom carried more of Graham’s scent than Cecilia’s. She couldn’t have been frequenting it regularly.
Vincent went to a table where there were all sorts of jewelry lined out. So for a woman and so for a man. Having the shot glass already, Vincent took up three rings belonging to his uncle as a precaution in case the shot glass was useless.
With what he needed, Vincent went back out of the bedroom quietly closing the door behind him. He placed the rings in his pocket going back to the statue to act like he never left there. He decided to listen to what was happening downstairs to see if his distraction was working.
"For the last ti, I did not order those clothes. Do I look like the type to wear sothing so cheap and tacky!" Cecilia yelled at the strange delivery man at her door. Had the clothes looked good she would have thought Graham bought them as an apology but they were all things she wouldn’t wear.
"You’re wearing sothing expensive and tacky right now," the man pointed at her clothes.
Cecilia grew out her claws tempted to dig out the man’s throat. "Get the hell out of here before I gut you like a pig and send the at back to your family for them to eat," she threw the clothes he tried shoving in her hands out in her front yard. "You better clean up all of that before I return or I’ll kill you!"
"Now," she turned around after closing the door. "I have to entertain Vincent," Cecilia smiled, running back to the second floor.
Vincent cringed disliking how soone ant to be his aunt acted around him. Before she went after Graham, she tried her luck with Vincent and then Victor. She was no aunt in his eyes. "Everything alright?" He acted concerned even though he was the one to set up the cheap clothes sent to Cecilia. "I heard sothing about cheap clothes."
"That wasn’t for ! They had the wrong house and wanted directions. I would never wear such clothes."
"Funny, I have a good mory of everyone’s family history. Your family didn’t start off too well. What an incredible life story you have. Co from a family of Oga’s but married a man with such a high rank. Your parents must be proud of you. What room are we going to next?" Vincent stood waiting for her to choose the next place for him to see.
He wanted to cover as many rooms with his scent as possible so his scent in the bedroom wouldn’t be so suspicious. Plus, it would piss off his uncle to co ho and sll his house full of Vincent’s scent.
On the other hand, Cecilia was quiet as she thought of Vincent’s words. It had been so long since she thought of her parents. They had made more for themselves in the coming years but it hadn’t been enough for her in the past. They were still oga’s no matter how much money they got.
When she was trying to snag a rich husband, she distanced herself from her parents so no one would bring up her family was filled with ogas. Cecilia figured after her marriage to Graham she would be able to talk with her family again but Graham advised her not to speak with them.
Her parents had turned their backs on her for her lack of acknowledgnt. Still, she paid soone to keep informing her of what her parents were doing. To start off oga’s, her parents made a na for themself with hard work and saving while she used her looks to get ahead.
’I don’t care,’ she pushed those aside. Cecilia didn’t regret anything she had to do to get where she is.
It all worked out in the end. Her parents had wealth and so did she. Everyone was happy.
"That room is one of my closets. I might have to start giving away so of them before the new things arrive. What size is the girl you are seeing? She can take whatever she wants," Cecilia entered the closet looking around for sothing to donate to Aurora.
She was still extrely pissed Aurora had been given the necklace. ’If only those n did their job right the necklace would be in my hands right now.’
"Why would she need to get anything from you? Do you think I can not afford to buy her everything she needs? Do I look in need of a donation for the woman I am with?" Vincent glared down at Cecilia thanks to him being much taller.
"No-ugh," she cleared her throat and felt herself beco sweaty all of a sudden. "I was just-"
"I’m kidding," Vincent snickered, walking pass Cecilia to get a better look at her closet.
Cecilia blinked twice wondering if she heard wrong with Vincent saying it was a joke. How was it a joke when he looked at her like he wanted to end her life? "Ah, yes. Ha ha ha," she awkwardly chuckled then felt her chest. ’He’s planning on killing , isn’t he?’
"Next room," said Vincent.
"Oh yes. I guess a closet wouldn’t interest a man. Aside from that, you should really bring that girl-"
"Aurora. Her na is Aurora," he corrected Cecilia though he was certain she already knew the na. People were really playing in his face these days when it ca to Aurora. "It’s been a while since I tortured soone," he looked at his nails.
"Sorry?" Cecilia didn’t understand why he was bringing that up now. "You’re here to kill ?" She accidentally asked out loud.
"No, unless there is sothing you think I need to kill you for? Trust ," Vincent placed his hand on her shoulder ignoring the way she flinched. "I’m not here to kill you today. What room is this?" He retreated his hand, pointing at the bedroom he was previously in.
’Should I be worried he said he won’t kill today? Then there’s the possibility he might kill tomorrow or the day after that,’ Cecilia nervously bit her claws.
"T-That’s our bedroom. I just rembered that I need to leave ho shortly so we would have to end our tour here but you are welco to co again. Specifically when Graham is here so the two of you can talk and bond with each other. It’s about ti the Lawerence’s co together again. It shouldn’t be so difficult for all of us to sit down and have dinner."
"You are right," Vincent wholeheartedly agreed with her statent. "I’ll get rid of the issue and then we can all have dinner at my ho."
"Really?" Cecilia was surprised to hear Vincent wanted to nd his relationship with Graham. She wasn’t expecting him to actually want to fix the broken relationship he had with his uncle. "Are you really Vincent?" She stepped away from him.
"I should have known when you ca to visit that you weren’t the real Vincent? Who are you? Did I die and this is my punishnt? Did I sohow fall into another world? Graham killed , didn’t he?"
Vincent chuckled because for the second ti today soone thought it wasn’t the real him and they had fallen into another world. Why did everyone paint him as a person who isn’t nice? "It is really . No one can recreate how perfect I am. Thank you for the short tour. I will take my leave so that you can go back to what you were doing. Tell my uncle I said hello when he returns."
"No problem."
"Where is he by the way?" Vincent stopped to ask the question. His uncle left the gates once in a blue moon and ca back after a good amount of days but each ti he returned with nothing on him.
Vincent had his n track Graham but each ti they did, they lost Graham’s trail. Whatever Graham had to leave for must be important and Vincent had a feeling his uncle was leaving to et with vampires. There was no doubt in his mind Cecilia also knew where Graham was going because of her nervous reaction.
"He likes to get away from the community to clear his mind from ti to ti. I have no idea where exactly he goes but he always returns safely. I will tell him you stopped by as soon as he returns."
"As a way for us to bond, I should take one of those trips with him. Don’t you think so Cecilia?" Vincent hid a grin from Cecilia as he teased the woman. It was pleasing to hear her heartbeat increasing.
"Sounds wonderful," she said but she was crying on the inside.
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