I have made the effort to make this chapter longer and will aim to do so with every chapter from now on, i didn't mean to make them so short so i apologise for that :) Also in answer to a previous comment the nickname mee mee is not an abbreviation to the name esme, it's just a childhood nickname of which clara always called her. Thanks for your feedback lovely people hope you enjoy.
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Two weeks had passed since esme had been in alistair's company. He stared fiercely at the letter he had received that morning, that was now ripped up and burning in the fire. He had been so persevering. So patient. She couldn't unlock any feelings buried within her if she refused to fucking accept the truth, or even see him so he could show her. Prove to her. He violently threw his whiskey glass, shattering it against the fireplace into a thousand pieces. Molly hurriedly rushed in and began carefully cleaning up the broken shards.
"Molly. I did not call you in so please refrain from entering my study unless i ask for you!!" Alistair's voice bellowed.
Molly looked up at him wide eyed. His normally jade green eyes were now raven black and full of loathing. They seemed to bore right through her and she froze in fear unable to move. She had seen him this way before but it was quite rare. She was of course aware that he and his brother were not human, but she had been treated quite well over the years that she was able to ignore this fact.
"Get. Out." He hissed in a dark voice.
Molly scrambled up from her knees and ran from the room. She darted down the long corridor before slowing down as she approached william. She tried to catch her breath and remain composed.
"Master William i'm afraid your brother has become undone. I apologise if i speak out of turn, but i fear it's regarding all this difficulty with the girl."
William narrowed his eyes at her. He was never very fond of molly. Or any other maids alistair had hired over the years. He found them to be irritating and self important.
"Well yes molly you are speaking out of turn, but it doesn't surprise me that you indeed assume you know the situation that my brother finds himself in."
He approached her cornering her until he was standing inches away from her face. His eyes forcefully engaged with hers and she instantly felt a tightening sensation around her throat.
"You will do well, to keep to what your payed for, and mind your own business. What happens in this house unless it's a mess, does not concern you. Your pathetic existence is acutely easy to replace, and won't be missed. Do i make myself clear?"
Molly let out a small squeak and nodded. He smiled coldly and walked away leaving her to splutter and hold her neck.
Alistair's head snapped up as william entered the room, his eyes were like two large black holes. They appeared empty and completely void of any emotion. William took out two new whiskey glasses from the drinks cabinet and sat close to his brother. He poured them both a drink and remained quiet, waiting for alistair to speak.
"Esme has taken out a restraining order against me. The fucking letter came this morning stating if i go near her or try to contact her i could face prison. She told the police i've been harassing her." Alistair's eyes flashed with anger.
William sighed.
"Why are you allowing some pitiful human rules that clearly don't apply to us divert you from your goal. If she wants to play hard to get, i'm sure you can play the same game harder."
Alistair slammed his fist down in frustration.
"No! She is not a fucking goal william! She is not one of your bitches that i've been playing the long game with." He paused taking a deep breath.
"How could i have been so obtuse to think she would just fall into my arms!"
William thought about alistair's words. No matter how hard alistair tried to sugar coat the situation, they both knew deep down that alistair would have to do things the hard way.
"Your showing." William stated flatly.
Alistair turned away to look out the window, he watched as the wind softly caressed the flowers that coloured the garden.He tried to pacify his raging emotions. He had learnt many lifetimes of lessons and self control had been one of them, he didn't lose his cool head easily. William however was definitely the more turbulent between the two.
He suddenly focused on his reflection, that no longer fully resembled a human being. His skin was a deathly white, which made his large black eyes stand out even more. His lips were black and inside his mouth, were a full set of dagger sharp teeth that resembled large shards of glass, that would shred through anything with complete ease. He looked down at his hands which now resembled long bony fingers and dark black claws. He confounded himself for losing his front, he closed his eyes and began to take deep breaths to dissolve the storm in his mind.
William stood up to pour himself another drink.
"Well, she quite clearly isn't going to accept what you've told her, the way i look at it, there's only one way you're going to make her see the truth. And that's by force."
A small sadistic smile formed on william's lips.
As much as alistair didn't care to admit it to his brother, he knew that he was right. There was no other way now.
"I know. I know what i have to do. Inform molly to prepare one of the bedrooms for her, i want satin sheets putting on the bed and a warm bath ran, as much as i would like to spend the night next to her i doubt she will want me anywhere near her tonight."
Alistair's gaze grew anxious as he prepared to leave. This wasn't what he wanted to do but esme wasn't going to listen any other way. William's eyes grew dark as he watched alistair approach his car.
"Well big brother looks like my plans to go out this evening have been cancelled. I wouldn't miss this for the world."
He laughed evilly as alistair left.
Esme stepped out the shower wrapping a fluffy white towel round herself. Her wet hair hung down her back as she gently pulled a brush through it, thoughts of alistair receiving the letter this morning entered her head. She felt much safer for doing it. She could fully move on now knowing he could never contact her again. She began drying herself off, before pulling on a pair of deep blue silk pajamas, a strap top and matching shorts. She stood in front of her mirror and reached for her moisturiser before something caught her eye at her window.
She paused before walking over and shutting her curtains, as she did a strong feeling of being watched came over her. She became afraid to look behind her. Her breathing became faster and she slowly turned round to find nothing but her own reflection in the mirror opposite her looking back.
She shuck her head and laughed at herself for being silly. She quickly applied the moisturiser to her face before brushing her teeth and climbing into bed. She flicked the lamp on next to her and opened her laptop, she began browsing the internet for fabrics to make clara's wedding dress. It had to be perfect, clara deserved the best wedding dress that was ever made, esme just hoped she was good enough for the job. Esme remembered back to when they were young, of how they would sit together for hours dreaming of each others wedding day and the type of man they would both marry. But now it was a constant wonder if she would ever get married at all. Riley was exactly the type of man clara always envisioned marrying as a child. Esme smiled, she was deeply happy for her best friend. A loud noise outside her window suddenly made esme jump and this time she got up to look outside. She pulled her curtains back and looked out onto her front lawn.
What esme saw made her scream. A strange dark figure hovered in her garden, staring back up at her with a twisted grin and large coal black eyes. She fell back in fear and remained still. A strange noise filled her ears and to her terror the being flew up to her window, it tilted its head to the side and bared its teeth in an sadistic grin. Esme's mouth hung open and her heart felt like it had stopped. She didn't dare move, her eyes remained fixed with the creatures. Its large extensive onyx wings spread breathtakingly either side of the creature. She heard a soft familiar voice call her name in her mind. She found the courage to turn and crawl towards her bathroom, slamming the door and locking it she sat against the door her heart pounding. She held her breath listening. To her horror, she heard the floorboards creak outside her bedroom door. She quickly crawled away from the door and sat with her knees under her chin facing it, her eyes wide with terror. She was petrified, she was certain whatever or whoever was on the other side of her bedroom door was going to kill her.
She suddenly thought of her phone and calling for help, when it dawned on her that she had left it on charge downstairs. She hit the floor in frustration as tears pricked her eyes. Without warning her bedroom door gradually opened and she again held her breath praying for her mother and father to protect her.
"Esme, i know you're in here darling, you can either come out willingly or i will come for you. Your choice."
Esme heart felt like it had stopped beating. Her throat grew incredibly dry and her lungs ached from holding her breath. She recognised his voice instantly. It wasn't a voice she would have forgotten easily. Although this time there was a chilling edge to it. The being outside her window and now in her room was alistair, everything he had said to her came flooding back almost drowning her. She had thought he was crazy when he told her he was a demon. But the figure she had just seen was most definitely not human. That much she knew. The figure hadn't even been stood on the ground, it had wings, and the eyes. Those eyes were no way human. They were soul-less and malevolent, they were the most evil eyes she had ever seen.
A knock on the door caused her to shriek.
