Chapter 90-A New Low

I woke up feeling well rested. It had been a long time since I had a peaceful good nights sleep. I stayed up most nights worrying about things, most I had no control over, but I worried anyway. When I did finally fall asleep, I would dream of Marcus and of what could of been. Sitting up I gave my body a good stretch but panic hit me when I glanced at the clock. It was 10 am, the kids they would be late for school and Finley why didn’t I hear her crying?

“Crap!” I hissed throwing the covers off. The moment I stood up I was hit with a wave of dizziness. I grabbed the post of my bed to steady myself. The memories of last night came filtering in; my hand went to the side of my neck.

“Freaking bastard!” I angrily muttered. He bit me last night. He kissed me, we kissed a lot. Was there more? I was fully dressed and didn’t feel like I had done anything more.

 We didn’t do anything more Love.

 “Get out!” I yelled turning towards the door but he wasn’t there. It felt like and sounded like he was in the room with me. What was going on?

 Come join us downstairs. Finley has been asking for you.

 

I ran downstairs but stopped when I heard her laughter ring out. I slowly approached the living room watching as this man that could be such a terror play with my child and enjoy doing so.

“Where are the triplets?” I demanded.

“Good morning to you as well my Love.” I ran my tongue across my teeth feeling that familiar tingling sensation. Mulo looked over at me wearing a cocky grin on his face.

“Relax Love. No need to go baring your fangs.” I looked at him trying to figure out how he knew. Our mind link didn’t include feelings.

The smile on his face spread as he put Finley down to play with her toys.

“What did you do to me? I asked again thinking back on last night. We kissed, he drank from me and....

“You drank from me.” He said completing my thought.

He was standing so close to me, he smelled clean as if he has just gotten out of the shower. I felt the caress of his hand across my cheek only he hadn’t moved. He stood there in front of me, our eyes locked and I felt his hands roaming across my body. I didn’t understand it, I could feel him touching me yet he hadn’t moved. The glow of his eyes was hypnotic and it was the Finley banging on her toy that broke the spell.

“Did you turn me?” I asked feeling a sense of dread come over me. I didn’t understand this hybrid sort of thing he had done and I was unfamiliar with what all it took to make me like him but I knew that it was something I didn’t want.

“No Love. I merely had a bit of a midnight snack which may have inadvertently strengthened our little bond.”

He was so lax about the whole thing as if what he had done already wasn’t enough of an invasion. I wanted to scream or hit him or both but I didn’t want to scare Finley. Choosing to ignore him I walked over to pick up my daughter.

“Get out! I want you to leave my house now!” I turned to exit the living room but he quickly moved so he was blocking the way.

“Don’t be that way Love. Besides what will you tell the kids when they get home? They want me here and if it was put to a vote, you would lose.”

I honestly don’t know why I was even shocked he would make that sort of statement. He had already proven he was not above using my children to stay in my life. I was angry at myself that I could actually hope the past events would have taught him something and he would have been different somehow. I didn’t need to ask the question if he was serious or not, I knew he was. The triplets loved him and I would be made to look like the bad guy no matter what if I sent him away.

“I would say that using my children like that, putting them in the middle was low even for you but we both know you have done worse. You are nothing more than a desperate and pathetic excuse for a man!” I pushed past him heading towards the stairs. “I don’t know why I continue to expect more from you.” I said turning to face him again.

“Maybe I like to hope that there has to be something good and true in you based on our son, or maybe he got all that was good about you and what’s left is what is standing before me.”

 I didn’t give him a chance to answer when I turned and fled back up the stairs with Finley. I put her down when we got to the nursery. I expected him to follow to do something but he did nothing. I went about gathering her things to take with me. This was my home; a place that I was supposed to have a life with Marcus. Yet he was here and tainting it like he did every aspect of my life.

“I take no credit for the man our son turned out to be.” I turned to find him propped up in the doorway. “That all came from you. You raised him and made him into the man he is today.”

I continued gathering up clothes for Finley trying my best to ignore his physical and mental presence.

“Please move so I can go finish packing.”

“Where are you going?” He asked following behind me after securing the baby gate to keep Finley in her room.

“If you won’t leave, I will. We can stay with Aric for a few days, or at the beach house. It’s empty right now. The kids wouldn’t mind, they like the water.”

“Do you really want away from me that much?” He asked grabbing my arm and spinning me to face him.

“Did you kill him Mulo?” The moment I asked the question I felt him block me. If he was going to be here, around me and my children I had to know.

 "Kill who?"

“You know who? But with that instant block you threw up I guess I have my answer.” I hissed.

“I didn’t kill your precious Marcus.” He retorted angrily.

“I’m just supposed to take your word for that? I think not. Just for once be honest with me. I need closure, my children need closure and only you can give that to us.” I pleaded. The not knowing was harder than facing is death.

“I didn’t kill him.” He repeated this time removing the block. I saw him then with Marcus, I saw him sink his teeth into him then I saw Marcus’s lifeless body crumbled on to the ground.

“STOP!” I yelled wanting the images to go away. “You said you didn’t kill him, but I just saw...” I clenched at my chest as I felt it tighten, I thought I wanted to know but I didn’t not like that. “You’re a monster, you killed him, you killed him.” I repeated over and over to myself.

“He’s not dead any more than I am.”

The room felt like it was spinning as I tried to process what he was telling me. It wasn't possible. He had to be lying to me.

“No, you killed him. If...if you had turned him he would have come home. That was the plan he would be here if he were still alive. With me and his kids. He would have come home.” I looked up at him and saw the remorse on his face. An image of Ceula flashed in his mind and he didn’t have to speak the words for me to know what was coming next.

“Not if he doesn’t know who you are.”