[37]

"Shit." I curse as I come to the steps of the institute and realize I forgot to grab my weapons.

'I'm lucky I didn't get attacked by a demon or a downworlder.' I internally sigh as I sit down on the front steps of the institute… 'I should wait until he leaves the warehouse…probably should grab a spare seraph blade before heading back…by the angel…it's like he's the first bo-man I've ever dealt with.' I start to think up a plan and remember his scar covered chest…his rippling abs on full display and the word boy dies on my mental lips…when I remember the look in his eyes the emotions

"Hey, you forgot these." I hear snapping me out of my thoughts that were starting to turn a bit steamy by Vidar's voice.

In front of me is Vidar standing shirtless with the strap to his back sheath across his chest as he holds out his hand with my seraph blade in his open palm and my bracelet wrapped around his wrist.

"It looks good on you." I find myself teasing Vidar as he uses his free hand to move a few of the long loose stands of his white blonde hair behind his ear.

~ — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — ~

"Thanks…I'm not really one for serpents…you know with the whole Ragnarok thing…but it is pretty cool." I say while feeling both happy at Izzy's teasing and uncomfortable…because I'm enjoying her playful smile and her practically glowing mischief filled eyes.

I chuckle as Gar comes over and licks Izzy's cheek and nuzzles his big head against her face.

"Hey, Gar…it's nice to see you again so soon too." Izzy giggles softly as starts giving my baby boy some love in the form of under chin scratches.

I feel myself smiling as I sit down beside Izzy feeling her free hand brush over my arm and her bracelet and watch as it slithers from my wrist to her's.

"That is very amazing…you'd think as a witch I'd be able to create such things but in 700 now probably over a thousand years my greatest…accomplishment is the destruction and death I've caused." I express in a voice full of regret, and Garmr makes an affronted sound.

"Thank you, I actually made this as a little girl, and you know that's not true…you raised this cute little guy here…and you can always become a creator now…nothings stopping you, but you, Vidar." Izzy says to me as she pats the back of my hand gently before rubbing said hand with her thumb.

I find myself staring at Izzy as her long wavy locks ripple on the soft breeze, her white teeth slightly pressing against her plump bottom lip. 

"You know…I think you're right Izzy." I find myself replying to Izzy with a smile on my face that makes Izzy playfully roll her eyes.

"Of course I'm right, I'm me." Izzy says with a bit of mock snobbishness in her voice as she runs her hands down her body in a provocative and suggestive manner.

I find myself rolling my eyes in response to her, 'Yeah…you're you…' A small voice whispers in my mind as Izzy and I end up staring into each other's eyes, I could feel us both leaning closer to one another but the sound of the institute's door creak snaps us out of our trance, and I see a bit of fear and worry in Izzy's body language as she looks to the door so I send a mental command to Gar to follow and we leave Izzy on the steps alone.

"Haa, I know I've said it before…but it's strange how at ease and comfortable I feel around her." I sigh as I watch Izzy from a distant rooftop as she is greeted by two guys, one blonde haired, handsome and with an arrogance to him that makes me want to bash his face in, and the other shares a bit of similarities with Izzy, like dark hair and slightly darker skin tone.

'I feel like Edweird Stalken…' I mutter in my head as I watch Izzy as she enters the church, and pauses in the doorway as she looks searchingly behind her.

"Well…Garmr…let's go find something to eat and a place to live…somewhere close by…" I say to Gar softly…adding on somewhere close by almost as if I'm being compelled.

~ — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — ~

It takes Gar and I under 15 minutes to find a place to live, it is a white kinda Victorian style manse, 'This place looks familiar…for some reason.' I say in my head as I go up to the door and knock.

"Hello, can I help you…" an older light skinned black woman opens the front door and asks me as she takes in my appearance with an appreciative worry in her eyes.

"Young man are you alright, never mind that come inside I have some of Biron's old suits that should fit you…they might be a little tight in the shoulders and a little short in the legs…but you can't go walking around like that." The woman asks me but then changes her mind and invites me in offering me clothes that probably belong to her husband or son.

Entering her home with a smile on my face, once inside and the door of the mudroom is shut I gently grab hold of June's face and compel her to find out she allows her young and very beautiful, also single granddaughter to live with her.

'Mmm, hit the jackpot with this place…it allows me to stay close to Izzy…and I'll have a pretty and healthy blood bag to feed from.' I say in my head as I continue compelling June to make her very accommodating and accepting of my indefinite and unending presence as her guest in her home.

"Cindy, come meet Vidar, he'll be staying with us for the foreseeable future." June says into an intercom in the mudroom as I drink from her wrist.

"Hi…" Cindy starts to greet me as she meets June and I in the sitting room and I leave her grandmother's blood on my face, I greet the young woman and even after everything I can admit Cindy is a twenty-ish young woman, with the body, smile and eyes of a model, it takes the barest amount of compulsion for the two to fully open their home.

I let the change wash over my face, making Cindy scream as June just happily smiles at her granddaughter petting Garmr, as I grab Cindy and pin her against the wall and bite into the young woman's neck, 'She tastes good but pales in comparison to Izzy.' I say in my head to me Cindy's scent and taste is nowhere near Izzy's level, her scent is pleasant and her blood is sweet tasting and she's nice to look at…but Izzy is better…I can't get Izzy Lightwood off of my mind.

Once I release Cindy the girl looks at me like a girl both in love and drunk.

"Please turn me into a vampire, I don't want to grow old." June's granddaughter Cindy asks me as we walk through June's now my mansion.

"Sure…but you'll be barbequed as soon as you enter the sunlight…and I don't feel like training a baby vampire…and I need a self refilling blood bag…your grandmother is too old to be used as such." I reply to Cindy, the beautiful black girl with crystal blue eyes.

'I'm missing Izzy…a lot right about now…' I mutter in my mind as I walk back into a sitting room and find June pampering Garmr with belly rubs.

~ — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — ~