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~Luella

I didn't calm down until I made it home.

The drive was full of under my breath muttering and white knuckles against my steering wheel. It's disappointing, seeing how pointless that meeting was. But what did I expect? I was foolish for thinking I could trust an immortal and subsequently, I'm here feeling vacant and empty, getting nothing but taunted and misled from that exchange.

By the time I got home, I was exhausted. I just want to sleep, yet at the same time, I don't want another nightmare. I'm doomed to go through all of this for the rest of my life, and that thought is truly depressing.

Collapsing onto the couch, I close my eyes.

My mind can't stop going over everything Thought said to me. He warned me, not to believe everything that I see. He even told me to forget about everything that is going on within my head...

Maybe I should just do that. Maybe I should finally act as though this isn't my whole life, and move on. Ignore it all. Head Thought's advice. Being that he is so powerful, and most likely knows more about my consciousness than I do, maybe he is right, and I'm being stubborn for not trusting him. Pure-blood Immortals are strange, and have little social interaction with anyone outside of their small circle. Maybe he just doesn't know how to have a normal conversation.

So I'll try ignore it. And pray that something works...

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~Thought

"Don't you just hate that it came to this, Thought?"

I stare into the fireplace, watching it tear into the wood, charring it until it falls away into ash. There's no need to turn around to see his face. His eyes, irritatingly similar to my own, haunt my gaze. It takes all my self-control to not open the gate between us, and let his thoughts stream into my mind. I agreed some time ago, to not invade his privacy in that way.

"I thought we agreed I would deal with this, not you," I comment, chewing on the edge of my nail. It's a bad habit I've obtained over the years.

"It's taken you seven years, Thought, to make the first move. What are you so afraid of? She's your mate," he tells me. Does he hear himself? This young immortal boy has so much confidence. These Sins may think they are invincible, but I could make him throw his head into this fire in an instance.

Although that might be a bit dramatic.

"Exactly," I say smoothly, turning around to face him. "She's my mate. That's the problem."

Revel doesn't quite understand the whole mate thing. Being a Sin, the idea of having someone loyally indebted to them is deliciously tempting. To them, it doesn't mean so much. However, to a pure blood, it's a bond we have been deprived of our entire lives. We have watched many happy mortals indulge in this with no second thought. For us immortals, our fates kept mates from us until now.

And I'll be damned if I screw this up.

"So instead of chivalrously approaching her, you sort through her brain and put her through all this torment?" Revel questions, folding his arms over his chest as he leans back against the wall. Cocky bastard. He knows full well that he doesn't care, he's just taunting me. Reminding me of the one weakness that he has above me. I never should have trusted this kid.

"Don't act like you know about chivalry. And I'm not putting her through torment. I'm teaching her to ignore the breach within her mind to make her stronger. It's to protect her against meddling immortals such as you," I mutter.

I don't need to defend myself to him. I've slowly given him less and less power, and eventually I will cast him out. I'm through with that faze of my life.

The need to be better than my brother faze.

I agreed to take Revel on and give him a small amount of power to play with, as long as he served me. At all times, I had the ability to take away his powers, and he would be reverted back to the boring Sin that he has always been. While he served me, he did all my dirty jobs, and since then, has become completely useless to me.

"I'm just saying...She doesn't seem so impressed with you," Revel comments, his keen eyes watching me chew my nail. He knows my subtle signs of distraction. I never intended for Luella to come into my life and mess everything around. All my plans for the future are for nothing now.

"She will not have to deal with me any longer. I've done all I can to protect her against the immortals who may want to harm her. I'm stepping out of her life," I tell him.

"So you're giving up?"

Revel's insistent interest in my relationship with Luella doesn't pass me by, but I'm not in the mood to deleve into why. I've got bigger, more important issues on my plate right now, and once I get rid of Revel from my plans, everything will hopefully fall perfectly into place.

"There is little purpose pursing Luella right now, unless I needed to. I have bigger plans for her later," I tell him.

I've always enjoyed the thought processes I put Revel through. There is no doubt tht he will dwell on this for awhile, bothered that he doesn't know my true intentions with Luella. It's easy enough to keep everyone at a distance; to not let them close enough to find out anything about my life. That's how I remain as powerful as I am.

"And are you strong enough to stay away from your mate, now that she has joined you in this realm?" he questions, raising an accusatory eyebrow at me.

I don't reply to him, simply shrugging my shoulders, as I turn back to stare at the fire.

***

~Luella

My eyes shoot open, my body propelling up out of bed.

No nightmare.

For the first time in I don't know how long, I didn't have a nightmare. For a moment I sit, covers pooled around my feet, hands dug into my hair, thinking. Did I really not have a nightmare last night, or has my thinking been so wishful, I've convinced myself from the moment I reached consciousness, that I didn't have one.

No, I can tell. That was the most peacefuly sleep I have had since reaching the immortal lands. I feel well rested, healthy, and full of a new found positivity I didn't realise I was even capable of. It feels as though my entire life has changed.

Getting up, I tell myself not to get too ahead of myself. This could be a fluke. Thought told me to stop letting this control my life, and when I headed his advice, it worked.

This could be a coincidence though.

I spend the morning just relaxing. I cook myself breakfast, I read a bit of my favourite book. It's nice. Maybe I'll write a letter to Thought, thanking him for my words of advice. He must think I'm crazy at this point, but I'm hardly bothered by that. At least now, I might be cured.

As I'm flipping through pages of my book, I hear a knock at my door. Maybe that's my sister, here to pay me a visit. Maybe now I can have a conversation with her without getting irritated.

I open the door without a moment's hesistation. The moment I arrived back to Fate's territory, it was raining, so I'm expecting to see my sister under her bright umbrella.

Instead, I'm faced with the silver eyed immortal I've dreaded seeing again.

Revel shakes raindrops off his black umbrella at my doorstep. He looks up, grinning at me, steel like eyes glinting at me. It's such a shock to see him standing there, that I'm unsure how to react for a moment. He isn't dressed as though he has been traversing through the rain, in that dark dress shirt and pants. No a single drop of rain remains on his person.

"And here I was thinking I wasn't going to be having anymore hallucinations," I exasperate, turning around on my heels. I hear him follows me inside.

My entire being deflates. That perfect fantasy didn't last very long.

"Oh darling, I'm completely real," he says, that strange accent of his framing each word. When I glance back to look at him, he lingers by the door, not straying too close from the exit. I'm not sure why. It's not as though I'm a very intimidating person. If he weren't just in my head, I would be the one scared of him.

"I'm going to pretend like I believe you to make this easier," I mutter, feeling tired suddenly. All of that hope has now completely let my system, as I flop down onto the couch. "Now, what is it you have to say to me?"

Finally, Revel pulls himself away from the door, sitting down on the chair opposite me. It still amazes me how real these hallucinations look, and how undeniable they feel.

He clasps his hands together, looking directly at me. "I think we might be able to help each other out."

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