The morning after
@gabriellemcwolf
“Please don’t hate me, Uriel. I don’t want to lose you.”
The baritone voice repeated thinking about the night before. He knew that fucking cure would fail, and he had been happy for a short second watching the chaos erupt. That happiness short lived however when she had vanished from him. He hadn’t relaxed nor slept. Instead here he was telling the tale to a shrieking woman trying to claw her way out of the coffin she was locked inside. Uriel listened to her pleas with a sadistic grin.
“Let me out. Please. I promise I won’t breathe a word.” The heart wrenching sobs exclaimed though it was partially muffled by the wood. He tilts his head and runs a dirty finger across the wood where he can feel her trying to claw herself out of her final resting spot. Soaked in fear and agony just the way he liked them to be. But he wasn’t in a feeding mood, no. This was purely to release some hostile aggression he had before he went back to hunting Gabrielle.
“You’re all liars.” The redhead hissed viciously.
He grabs onto the shovel and stares down to the pit I the graveyard. Blue hues glance to the unmarked headstone with a blank expression. Apathy or Anger those were the emotions of Uriel Lynch. The redhead purposefully coaxes the coffin into the pit of finality and starts to shovel the dirt on top of it. He lacked the care if the woman be missed or even sought for. As far as the measly humans knew they were dealing with a deranged psychopath murderer – they just didn’t know he was a Fae on top of it.
It took him an hour to get to Gabrielle’s apartment. Uriel didn’t bother to clean up, his body covered in dirt and small scratches and bruising. Injuries that were ones he got being the assaulter but the girl wouldn’t know all that. He tells himself he should knock as he rakes his fingers through his fiery locks. Small particles of dirt and debris shaking out of his hair, before he lifts one enclosed fist to bang on the apartment door.
“Open up, Gabrielle. It’s me.”
