Vincent X Scott Romane & Geschichten

“I don’t understand. What—” “We’re… having a meeting.” Vincent glances between us skeptically, his mouth open slightly in a mix of disgust and surprise. He eventually straightens, hand hovering over the gun at his hip, and nods once. “No funny business, Alexander Mancini,” he all but growls in Xander’s direction. “I’ve got a jumpy trigger finger.” Xander crosses his arms over his chest. “I’ll take it under advisement.” My bodyguard takes a couple of steps away but remains well within range, staring Xander down with vitriolic ferocity. Xander ignores Vincent outright, though, and takes his place beside me as we peer down at the gravestones.

“That must be good then. “What's your name?” Alex asked. Vincent opened his mouth before shaking his head. “If you ask me questions, I get to ask you some too.” Alex shrugged casually. “You go on.” “Well, you guys have forgotten about me.” Jenna grumbled. Alex smiled at her and winked as she grabbed the fluffy pillow and hugged it to her chest. She glared at Alex before closing her eyes. He turned back to Vincent. “So what's your name?” “Vincent.” He said. “Vincent Reynolds.” He added.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

I can’t help but ask him with a hit of concern in the tone of my voice. "Something strange just happened today, mate. Remember when I told you that aside from Lincoln and Fabian, I also have two more vampire brothers? Their names were Guzman and Polo, and for some unknown reason, we find their coffins inside our mother's coven. I thought our mother doesn't want the original vampires roaming around that's why she created the white oak stake to paralyze their body." Michael said and for some inexplicable reason, I can feel my heart beating so fast upon hearing the story about his other vampire brothers.

—Morrison Uncle Morrison. Back when I was in the family,he was the only one who taught me how to shoot, how to stand my ground in a ruthless world of men.For the past ten years,he had written to me regularly. He never once mentioned Vincent's name in his letters,but I could guess what had happened on the West Coast. Vincent had issued a global kill order on Lila and Marcus.He took back his syndicate and slaughtered the Tomahawk Bratva until there was nothing left.

He laughed. “I know.” I sighed and shook this topic away. “Is Kat your real name?” “No, my name is Knox Christopher, but everyone calls me Kat.” A blush spread across his thin face. “I just love being called Kat.” “You’re a nice person, Kat,” I said with a genuine smile and went into the van to get Maura’s vitamin pills. My heart skipped a beat when I found Scott sitting in the van. He was leaning against the couch, staring at the ceiling blankly. Once he heard my footsteps, he straightened himself and looked at me. His eyes narrowed once he recognized me.

Vin's voice held a warning but that didn't flinched me Scott looked between us, clearly uncomfortable. "Scott," Vin's voice cut through the air like a blade. "Remember who pays your salary." The dismissal in his tone made my blood boil. I whirled around to face him, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. "I saved your life, Vin. You owe me that much." "Remember I'm not someone you should go against," he cautioned, his voice maddeningly calm. "Pick your battle wisely." "Stop confusing Scott," I snapped, frustration bleeding through every word.

But he was also baffled when his sister told everyone that Scott was a vampire and he hurt Vince on purpose. "Guess where?" Rupert asked while sneering instead. "Don't tell me, Vince university?" Harry answered his question in advance. "Bingo! Maybe, Vince, you will encounter him in your school once in a while!" Rupert exclaimed as he raised his hand. Some liquid of the wine was spilled on the floor and the table. Vince was stunned by what he had heard. Scott was now a graduate student and became a professor at an early age while Vince would finish his major that year.

He winks before reaching put for the glass of champagne she was taking before he interrupted her and hands it to her finally. "Where is the lucky husband?" He asks as Gabrielle sips on the bubbly beverage before looking at Vincent who is just behind Scott, the general manager of the hotel. "Congratulations man. Didn't come to my expectation that this kiddo will actually bear someone's name... Scott McHale." He reaches out his hand to him which Vince reluctantly accepts. "I used to take this kiddo for a horse ride when she was this smal..." he says motioning his hand just right in front of his waist like measuring Gab when she was a girl.

Vince uttered and took a deep breath. "I'm not talking about her work here, although that one is there also, what I'm referring to is your son, Axel," Mr. Scott said, he planned to guilt trap Vince since he was the one that brought the idea of a marriage between the both of them at first. And his plans turned out to work well, seeing the expression on Vince's face.