Dorian watched Milo run, turning his back to the scene; he left the room, Milo's screams filling the air.
"I have a gift for you," he stated with a hint of excitement. Dorian's eyes lingered on the old man in front of him. Stepping out of the room, following behind the man as the doors opened in the middle of the room, was a beating heart.
"Milo"
"Oakley had brought him in saying he had made it quite far from where you were," "If the witch who created the spell does the spell in order."
"I brought the witch for you." The doors open as Milo is dragged in.
"I wanted her to heal me."
"What do you think is the missing piece, Dorian?"
"For you to break the curse, she will have to die."
hand where the raven sat.
"Yes, but one last thing," Dorian began, facing the witch. "You hexed her; she had done nothing to anybody. You took advantage of her kindness."
"Why do you care so much for her? Have you grown fond of the girl?" Milo questioned him tauntingly. Dorian stretched his arm out, gripping him by his neck. "You are very lucky that she is around; otherwise, you would be dead now, so let me show you a kindness you never gave her," pulling Milo closer to him as he leaned down to his ear and growled out. "Leave," dropping the man from his hold.
Continuing with the training.
"What are you doing here? It's not the best time." The screams could be heard through the doors. "I came to deliver this to you," she told him, handing him an envelope. "Ophelia said you would want to read this."
Taking the envelope from her.
Opening the envelope after she had left, Dorian sat in the chair, pulling the paper from it and dropping the envelope on the coffee table.
Dorian
Gripping the paper in his hands, Dorian felt his body consumed by anguish and anger. His breathing picked up.
Michael helps the newborn, the snarky vampire, as an animalistic roar echoes through the walls, causing everyone to halt in their movements.
"What the hell is that?" the newborn questioned as everybody froze. Michael dropped the vampire as he quickly left the room along with Aaron.
They headed into the hall.
"What is going on?"
"I don't know, but I think it may be related to the letter that he just received," Grace told them.
"What letter did he receive?" Michael questioned, confused by Grace.
"It's from Ophelia. She told me to give it to him, and it was urgent," Grace explained as Michael headed to the room.
Bursting through the doors, Michael was met with a wrecked room. Dorian's eyes were completely burgundy with specks of green.
"Dorian, you need to calm down."
He slumped against the wall.
"Hey," she said.
"How are you doing? I heard that the marking was gone."
Michael watched Dorian's body grow calmer by the second.
"It is, and I am so glad about that," Raven answered.
"How is your aunt doing?" Michael asked her over the phone.
"How is my aunt?wait, do you want to know about my aunt?" Raven questioned, confused.
"Of course we are friends; after all, aren't we?"
"Of course, we are friends. She is going on a date tonight, so I am hanging out with Wren. We are having a sleepover; I am finally doing something a normal teenager would do," she said excitedly.
A TV could be heard through the phone.
"How is Dorian doing?" she whispered as if she were afraid Dorian would hear her ask about his well-being.
Eyeing Dorian, Michael took a hesitant step closer.
"He is here. If you want to talk to him, I will give him the phone."
"Oh, no." Pulling the phone away from his ear, he bent down next to Dorian, who stared at him expectantly.
"She is asking for you."
Raven heard Michael say it on the phone. Dorian took the phone from him.
She could hear the hard breathing through the phone, and she instantly knew something had happened.
"Dorian?" she questioned softly.
But she did not hear a response. Dorian could hear the sounds of sheets rustling as she sat up.
"You will be happy to know that I have successfully had no incidents today," she told him excitedly. "It was a great day." Though it might have started slightly, it had ended on a good note.
Dorian sat there until he could hear her every soft breath that she took, filling his ears. Those breaths were the first to calm him down.
"Good night, witch," he told her softly.
"Good night, Dorian," she told him. Before ending the call, Dorian stared at the piece of paper that seemed to be the reason for the destruction he had caused.
With shaking hands, he picked up the piece of paper. The sounds of a door opening behind him and the smell of death filled the air.
"You seem to have calmed down."
"I have," he answered.
"What seemed to trouble you so?"
"Nothing important. "
"Is it about the witch?" he questioned Dorian calmly. Not believing anything he had said.
"The Graverose Witch," Dorian inquired.
"Yes"
"No," Dorian answered. "If it is, there is no need to fear; it is only a matter of time before you are free from that witch." Dorian shot a look over his shoulder. "You need not concern yourself with such minor nuisances," Dorian told the older man.