The study was silent, besides the man’s click-clacking of his shoes against the wood floor, which echoed through the room. The silent breaths leaving the other man’s mouth. Neither men dared to speak, both lost in thought.
Julian had been pacing back and forth in the study, wringing his hands while deep in thought, for what seemed like forever. He stopped in front of his desk and placed his hands on top of it.
“I have to kill him. It is the only way.” said Julian to his brother sitting at another desk to the left.
“It is not the only way, brother.” said Carlyle scribbling nonsense in his old, tattered book.
Julian turned and faced his brother, “The child poses a threat! I must dispose of it.”
Carlyle raised his head and looked at his younger brother. He lowered his head again as he put his quill next to his book and spoke, “If you kill the boy, things will change-”
“Things will change anyways!”
“The Angels will turn on us. On you. It will plunge us into darkness. Centuries worth of fighting. Our family will die and suffer.” He looked up at Julian who was now standing before him, “I’ve seen it.” Carlyle tilted his head, “Are you really willing to do this?”
Julian knew Carlyle wasn’t lying. Carlyle could see the future, his talent, yet Julian didn’t want to believe it.
The brothers stared at each other for several minutes before Julian turned away and walked to the window. He placed a hand on the glass and looked down at the yard. He saw Carlyle’s two children, Reuben and Gwendoline. They chased each other around in the yard, while the family dog, Thaddeus, chased after them. He thought of how much he wished to have a son of his own with the woman he had met the other day. Viviette, was her name. She was beautiful with her blonde waves of hair falling past her shoulders and her ice blue eyes pressed into his closed eyelids.
A faint smile tugged at his lips, but he quickly remembered what he was planning on doing.
Still standing at the window, Julian spoke, “Just because you are a few years older than me, does not give you the right to give me orders. I am not a child anymore, brother. I was the one who turned you, have you forgotten already?”
“No, I have certainly not forgotten,” Carlyle said gravely, “But, the boy you say you will kill, is still just a child. He has barely been two years old, Julian. Imagine what would happen if Eugene found out. Imagine the wrath he will thrust upon you. You are truly willing to risk your life for killing an infant?” Julian turned to his brother, “I have told you, I have seen what will happen. Whatever happens, you will get hurt, or die.”
Julian looked back through the window, staring at himself. He stood at the window for a long time, contemplating his brothers words. He then turned away and walked towards the doors. He stopped right as he took hold of the knob and turned back to his brother, still sitting at his own desk.
“I have made my decision. The boy will die.” said Julian before walking out of the study. Carlyle watched him go with pity in his eyes.
“Mr. Caelum! Mrs. Caelum! Levi...when I went to go check on him...I’m so sorry...I’m so so sorry!” the Caelum’s maid came huffing into the library where a man was at the table writing a letter, while a woman was reading a book in a chair by the fire. They both looked at each other when their maid came running in, fear clouding their eyes.
“Eugene.” said the woman, but her husband was already running to the door as she got up and followed.
They both went sprinting down the hall to their childs room. And there he was. Their little boy, only two years old, was sprawled on the floor, his throat slashed from ear to ear.
The woman cried out and threw herself next to her son. She carefully picked him up, like he would wake at any moment, like he was just asleep and all this was a dream. Tears were streaming down her face as she nestled the baby’s head under her chin. Drops of her tears splashed on his lifeless face.
Eugene stood in the doorway, staring wide eyed at his wife and son. He collapsed to his knees, his head in his hands, and wept.
It felt like forever to them when Eugene’s sister, Clarissa, came and wrapped herself around her brother. She gently cooed in his ear that everything would be alright.
“No it will not!” he cried out staring icily at his sister. By then, Eugene’s best friend had joined them. He whispered something in Clarissa’s ear and she went over to the woman with her son and wrapped her arms around her. She was saying words that Eugene couldn’t understand.
Eugene stood up and turned to his friend, Maxwell. Eugene looked into the man’s deep blue eyes, and saw himself. Saw the sorrow, the anger. He wrapped his arms around the man, who returned the gesture.
They all stayed in these positions for hours before they finally let go. The woman placed her son back on the ground. She stood up and took Clarissa’s hand and they walked out, with the two men following.
Maxwell went to send a letter to the Guard while Clarissa went to help the maids clean up, leaving Eugene and his wife alone.
“Eugene, who could have done such a thing?” the woman asked, taking her husbands hand. Eugene pulled his wife in his arms and held her.
“I have no clue, Isabel.” he whispered softly, dragging out his wife’s name. He did have a hunch, but not wanting to worry his wife anymore, he continued reassuring her, “But, don’t worry. We will find the monster that did this to our son.”
Tears streamed down Isabel’s face and landed softly on her husbands shirt.
“I love you, Gene.” she whispered into his shirt.
“I love you too, Bell.” he whispered back, pressing her even closer to his body.