The Pact

VLADIMIR'S POV

Present Day.

California 2020.

"Sire?"

Why would Sven call me sire? He always like to pretend that that aspect of me didn't exist. That I was just a regular being...

"Sire?" The voice called urgently.

I whirled around, ready to unleash hell at the soft voice intruding my time with my beloved but instead, I found Lilya shrinking back from me.

I snarled at her, utterly furious that her presence has snatched away my memories of him. It's been a long time since I heard his voice so clearly. But now, this stupid fool has just chased him away.

"What do you want?" I growled and fisted her hair in my hands. I continued pulling until I felt her hair strands peel off from her scalp and she whimpered.

I pushed her away from me, doing my best to calm myself more than anything, I hate the fact that I never heard her come in. When did I become so weak as to be lost in my thoughts for so long that I didn't hear her?