Jerome took Victor and I out into the garden to talk and such and Jerome was showing me around the grounds, but it was hard to pay attention to Jerome's descriptions when all I could do was peak at Victor. He was just so handsome, and not only that, he was different.
He looked like someone who had a lot of money, or at least he had the designer dress, but just the way he carried himself, his hair, the piercings, everything else about him screamed 'misfit', which was something I really liked about him.
He also was really cool, very chill and funny too! He was everything I wanted in a guy; Everything.
"So, how long have you and Jerome been friends?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Hm," Victor thought about if for a moment. "Well we met shortly after each of us was born, so I guess that's a good life time, right?" He smiled.
I nodded, smiling.
"He seems really nice." I commented.
Victor nodded.
"Yea, he is. I trust him with my life."
"Sounds like me and Abby. We were best friends before everything went to pot. She got mad at me for something stupid and we stopped being friends after that, but before hand I could have trusted her with my life. It moved to David next."
"David?"
"He was my boyfriend before my parents decided to hook me up with Jerome." I trailed off, obviously not too happy with the choice and Victor nodded.
"I see. That suck's, but Jerome really is a good guy and he'll treat you like a Princess if you let him," He smiled. "He really seems to like you."
"I hope I can learn to like him too, but I mean, It's just so sudden. I only found out about it maybe a week ago."
"A week? Jerome told me it was scheduled for months now!"
I nodded, "Yea, my parents aren’t very good with updates, nor are they good at choosing what is best for me. They choose what ever they want for me, not letting me choose for myself. It's really pissed me off, especially with this. I would have liked to marry David one day, but they wouldn’t see to that. Oh no, probably because Jerome has more money than David does." I snorted lightly, crossing my arms in frustration.
"I'm sorry your parents are like that. My father ended up killing himself when I was younger, and my mother really just doesn’t care. I live here with my uncle and his wife and two children. "
I blinked and looked at him.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Now I felt bad. His father killed himself? How horrible.
"It's alright," He assured me with a smile. "I don’t mind talking about it."

It was wonderful how well Victor and I got along, there was only one problem: Jerome was beginning to suspect and I could tell by the look on his face that he was a bit worried that I was falling for Victor and not him. Well, I didn’t want to burst his bubble, but yes, I was.
"We should head in. There will be tea and cakes ready for us by now." Jerome began leading us back inside. But like it mattered where we were, Victor and I were very much so enjoying each others company. It wasn’t until we went inside that we were finally able to snap from each other and onto reality and Jerome yelled out in worry for his sister Mary.
We both looked in the direction in which he ran only to find Mary laying there on the steps unconscious.
"Oh my Goddess, Mary!" Victor cried and ran up the stairs to where Jerome and Mary were. They had known each other since birth, it wasn’t surprising that Victor thought of Mary as his own little sister.
"Oh dear." I gasped faintly and rushed to their sides.
"Mother, Father!" Jerome cried to get their attention and Kristopher and Celeste came out of their rooms only to be surprised with a not so pleasant sight.
"Mary!" They both screeched and ran down to us all and Celeste, Jerome's mother, held her baby girl in her arms. "Oh my little Mary, what has happened to you?" She was on the brink of tears.
"We should call a doctor," I suggested and started toward the phone. "I'll call 911!"
"No!" Kristopher thundered. "We need Constantine, and only Constantine."
I blinked and turned. Who was Constantine?
"Constantine, Father?" Jerome asked.
He nodded, "Yes, Constantine is a special doctor. Only I will allow him to look at your sister. You will travel to London and bring him here." He told Jerome.
"I'm coming too. Mary is like a sister to me and I'll do what I can to help her, besides, Jerome could use company in these times." Victor spoke up.
I nodded and rushed back up there.
"I want to come too!" Everyone looked to me oddly. "Jerome is my fiancé and soon Mary will be my family. I may not know either of them well, but I'd like to be there for him, even if I can't do much but comfort."
Jerome smiled a bit and gently reached over and squeezed my hand.
"Thank you."
Kristopher nodded again and turned heading up the stairs toward his room with Celeste traveling behind and heading towards Mary's room to put her to bed.
"Fine, I'll make the arrangements now. Go pack. You'll be there two nights." And with that he disappeared into his room to make the flight arrangements and probably a hotel arrangement as well.
The three of us nodded and with that Victor left to pack, while Jerome and I separated and went to our rooms to do so as well. I was going to London England, and though it was exciting, it would have been nicer under different circumstances.

****

When we arrived in London the next day it was definitely a sight. I was pretty excited to be in a different country other than my own, and especially England! London was seriously one of my favorite places, and here I was, in it!
Too bad Jerome and Victor weren’t as excited as I was. I felt bad for being excited to be there while they were there because Jerome's sister Mary was sick and they needed to bring back this special Doctor of Kristopher's, Constantine.
I really didn’t understand why they needed this person and not someone else, but that was something Jerome promised he'd tell me when we got back to the states.
"So, where is this Constantine person?"
"He's in a shady part of London, he's part of the 'black market', doing much more than just doctoring, but don’t worry," He smiled to me. "We'll protect you."
I nodded a bit, though I was still confused. If we were heading toward the place where the black market was supposedly here in London, wouldn’t we need more than just our strength alone to protect us? I mean seriously, these guys have guns! This IS the 21st century, you know.
We traveled on the subways called the 'Underground' to our stop where our hotel was, which was a very cute bed and breakfast with three rooms. Thankfully Kristopher knew better than to force me to sleep in the same room with Jerome so soon.
We dropped our things off and settled in for dinner before we finally left and Jerome led the way. It didn’t take too long on the Underground to get to our destination, but when we got there, I kind of wished I hadn't tagged along for this portion of our trip. I felt this weird feeling that I should have stayed at the bed and breakfast, but I course I didn’t do that.
The place was huge and very scary looking, though it was only a large apartment building, but there was something about it that just screamed 'mad scientist' or something along those lines.
There were only two doors on the lowest level where we were from the street, one that said 'Human', and the other that said 'Other'. It was strange. What else would be going here? Was he a vet too?
"So, uh, how do we get it?" I questioned.
"The 'other' door." Jerome said before he walked over and opened it. It was dark in there-too dark for my liking. In fact, it was so dark I could hardly see down the long hallway that seemed to go on forever into darkness.
"Uh, where are the lights?"
"It's fine." Victor took my hand and Jerome stepped in first before Victor and I followed. The door behind us closed and it was like being stuck under ice. I had no idea which way was out, and it was so dark I couldn’t see a thing. I was just thankful that Victor had thought of holding my hand and leading me along, or I would have gotten lost behind them.
It seemed to last forever with no turns or anything, and these strange smells began flirting with my nose, making it tickle and twitch. I was going to sneeze.
"This place stinks." I said aloud.
"Yea, but don’t worry. We wont be here long." Victor replied, squeezing my hand lightly, considering he knew I couldn’t see him smile.
"We're here." Jerome finally spoke, opening a door randomly in the darkness and my eyes instantly fought against the light that entered them.
"Oh Goddess!" I covered my eyes, rubbing them a bit so they would adjust.
"Well, good evening," A new voice hit my ears like silk and I looked up, blinking a bit as we stepped into the room. He was a bit older, maybe in his early twenties with shoulder length straightened brown hair, pallor skin, and the most gorgeous hazel eyes I had ever seen. He really was a sight to behold. There was just something about him that really captivated me. "Welcome to my home. My name is Constantine Morale'. How can I help you?" he said with an alluring smile.

[To be continued]