The hunts man

CHAPTER THREE

“tea sire”

Michael tossing on his bed turns and his eyes rested on a blonde round full face of Elizabeth younger version, where Elizabeth was daring , blue eyes, Emilia was shy, green eyes and almost unsure expect when it came to him, Michael gets out of the king size European bed bare to his waist , his eyes follows emila’s as it rest on his chest. 

“I will take it” 

He takes the tray from her and watch as she gathers her over size british gown and heads out quickly. Michael will never understand the mojo he had on this women or he could blame the towns magazine which have named him the sexiest billionaire alive drawing tons of women his way. He sits and takes a sip from the tea, Emilia resurface 

“want pancakes or scamble eggs”

“blood, O positive”

“oh! Sorry I forgot ,I , I will see to that”

“where is Elizabeth”

“down the river, want to be alone” 

He gives her a quick glance and back to his tea, she nods and feeling utterly disappointed by the turn out of things walks out, Michael deep down hated how he treated her but for both their sanity it was only right, he will do anything to protect his love for Elizabeth.

The scent of burning sage feels the red room cover in charms and dream catcher, we hear the hums coming from behind the curtains, Michael makes his way through all the huddles of artifacts and heads for the curtains, he stops as his eyes rest on the picture of Elizabeth, he walks to it almost unconscious and with trembling hands he reaches for it but gets interrupted by that familiar calm voice.

“who do you seek?”

Michael taking a moment turns and Emilia is dumbfounded to see him

“so the rumors are true, you came in”

“rumors, how famous have I become”

“more than you were in 1974” 

He smiles and she hurries off into his arm for a tight embrace. 

“so you said there was a kill not from fangs but” Emilia asked as she lit’s the 6 red candles on the shelf with a candle stick.

”the body was utterly ripped apart” Michael who is sitting at the round table studies her, over the years she had loosed some weight and it was hard not to call her Elizabeth now, sure a striking resemblance yet not the woman he had loved.

Emilia slowly blowing off the candle stick after a successful lit of the candles takes a sit at the table “why are you here then, cases like that should be reported to the queen” 

“not when it’s likely to be a lycan kill” 

“lycans are outlawed” 

“yet this” he pulls out his phone and shows Emilia the picture of the human. She takes it and studies it surprise “what could have done this?” “look at the markings” Emilia runs her nails which left to Michael feels is uncomfortable long but what do he care. “the councilor says you, you get the signal if an outlawed gets In” 

She gets up and walks to a snow ball “if one gets in, the snow ball glows red and?” Michael getting up joins her , both staring at the ball “and? Did it?” 

“no, it didn’t”

“is there a chance you missed it?”

Emilia slowly shutting her green eyes chants “tribek, issia, mongba , vla” 

The snow ball spins slowly and for seconds returns back to it’s original state, Emilia opens her eyes resting it on Michael who has his eyes on the ball 

“no I didn’t” she returns back to the table

“then what did this?”

An eager Michael follows her, he was slowly growing angry with everyone who seems not to give him answers

“maybe a mountain deer or a bull a monkey anyone but a lycan”

Michael grabbing a chair sits closely to her

“are you sure?”

“unlike my sister be rest assured I won’t sleep with the enemy” 

Michael’s eyes grows darker his fang out 

“not so much have changed about you, has it?”

Michael getting up angrily trying to contain is rage turns his back to her, she gets up and walking to a safe distance between then , she plays with the ring on her neck lace.

“Mikael”

“how did you start working for these people”

He turns to her now, not so sure if to trust her

“you not so different from Elizabeth and she, she was some”

“cunning b***h, I know, she was crazy unduly loyal but I pick the right side and I fight for it”

“and this, this is the right side?”

“yes, for I met one of them and he changed me, showed me there are greys too unlike what the coven teaches” her eyes tearing into him, Michael found it absurb that she still cared

“get out while you can Emilia, these people are not the same, a war is coming”

“and I am fighting on the right side of it”

He nods and walks to pick up his phone from the table. 

“I was there you know, when they came”

“doesn’t matter, is passed”

“passed? It’s been only a 100 years, I still see her”

“maybe we should talk about how the hell you still here, why she’s gone?”

“I fled”

“in a time like that? You fled? Or you stole her portal magic?”

Michael hates getting all sensitive like he do now but his gut will be damned if he believed anything the witch says and without warning he finds himself reaching for her throat laced with jeweleries one too many.

 “pata” the desperate voice of Emilia rings out and Michael comes crashing to the floor, hitting against the barricade emilia has put up to shield her self, he gets up almost immediately growling

“you will behave mr Michael” 

“ what are you hiding now?” 

“your life if you come for me again, now do well to get out”

A soft wind and Michael is gone, Emilia gasping grips the single chair as she crashes onto it,  as she drops her hands the barricade shattering, trembling she sits being brave was never her style that's why she had lived half a decade running until now.

From lila's POV the old brick 7story building reminded her of her little red brick home up on the hill in greenwood, the home which housed the second in command of the supernatural balance of the new world order looked rather small, the sun giving it is blessing causing it to glitter like a stream under the sun, if she wasn't running out of air and blood Lila would have taking a picture of this sight but only what mattered to her was staying out of sight and not dying, throwing her hood on, sheilding her face she makes for the building, almost tripping lila double back as her eyes rest on the much talk about hunts man, a lycans greatest fear, unaware of the watch Michael steps out of the building and heads for his car, lila’s eyes following him, her vision wavers and turns blurr , trying to gain every sense of her stability Lila staggers loosing control and surrending to nature's call as she feels her body becomes lump dropping to the cold hard floor.