All Chapters of Love, Lust and Blood: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

*** A knock came on the door, and I got downstairs quickly. The last time I opened the door for someone, it was the woman I used to call Mother. She had expected me to forgive her. She didn't know that I was still so cold-hearted.   I opened the door, and it revealed Jocelyn with Zion. I used to see them together every time. Didn't they ever get tired of being with each other at every second of each day? It was completely strange to me.   "We finally found a spell to destroy the stake," Jocelyn announced.   I smiled broadly. Finally, we could get rid of the stake forever. I had tried to destroy it by incineration, but it didn't work. I forgot that Suzana made it and couldn't be destroyed that easily.

I sat back on the couch with a glass of alcohol in my hand. It had been two days since Hope told me to turn her into a vampire. I couldn't do such a thing for many reasons. One of which her soul would be sold to the king of hell. He was waiting for me to return. I knew it. And I knew I would someday because I was already destined for hell. The only thing I could do now was ensure I delayed a lot before returning there. I sipped from the glass and stared at the television that was just brought in. Our whole lives, we had never sat back to watch tv - except when I watched a program at Hope's house - or possessed one. So, I didn't need much guessing to know that my mother was behind this. I felt like she was brainwashing Solomon because she knew he would do anything she asked of him. She was using him, and he would not listen if I told

"You never cease to amaze me, Desmond," Solomon said as we got home. My head spun from the alcohol, and the fast trip back home didn't help matters. I had finally caught up with Oliver, and he had paid the price for thinking he could play me. I had ripped his heart from his chest and watched his body turn white. His cup had filled up, and he had paid. "I do the things that I do for a living, brother," I said. Solomon chuckled. "You are one drunk bastard," he said. "I am not drunk," I pointed out. We stepped on the porch, and Solomon moved ahead of me to open the door. He got in, and I moved in afte

"How many years has it been?" Mathias' voice asked through the phone. "Seven hundred?" I chuckled slowly and set the glass down on the table. I didn't know what Mathias wanted, but I was definitely sure I wasn't going to let him have it. He was coming for revenge, and I knew I knew. And I was ready for him. "More than," I replied. "Ah," he commented through the phone. "What do you want, Mathias?" I asked, getting impatient. "To end you, of course," he replied quickly. I rolled my eyes, completely disinterested. He didn't know how many people I had wronged in the past and how many wanted my head on

***We stood at the cemetery dressed in all black as Emily's coffin was sunk into the ground. Emily didn't deserve this. She was so kind and charming. Her revenge must be served well. She didn't do anybody harm and deserved to live longer. I clenched my jaws and turned to Solomon. Solomon's face was as still as ice. There were no emotions displayed, only a tear on his right cheek. His hands were clasped before him, and I knew he was burning with anger. He was going to tear Mathias into pieces. Solomon was unstoppable when he was this mad. Jocelyn, Zion, Enoch Philomena, and Hope all stood behind us throughout the burial. The whole gang was here for him, and we would make Mathias pay brutally. When the grave hit the ground, Solomon turned away and walked off. I wa