Creed of the Leviathan I

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I did not have any books or anything personal that could keep me busy, so I turned to the screen in front of me. They had Pretty Woman on. I watched the whole movie before clicking on another romcom. One and a half movie in and my eyes started to burn.

I looked to my left, Tia was already asleep. Anthony on the other hand was not. He was constantly shifting in his seat.

I closed my eyes for what seemed like a few minutes before Tia nudged my shoulder.

"Eat something." She said, offering me food. Only then did I realize that I had slept for a few hours straight.

I stretched in my seat before taking a few bites from the chicken wrap that I downed with water. My eyes fell close again after devouring the food.

When Tia woke me up for the second time it was to tell me that we were landing. My body felt like it was broken to pieces.

Not only was I tired, but my mind was troubled as well. One hour later we were making our way out of the airport. Outside we were greeted by a man dressed in all black, it looked like a driver's attire.

"Anthony." He nodded.

Anthony nodded back before turning to us. "You remember Emillio, Tia?"

"Of course, how could I forget." Tia gave him a warm smile which he returned.

"Nuelle?" The man looked at me. "You've grown up beautifully." He said in a respectful manner.

"Thank you." I answered, realizing who he was. He used to be my father's driver, he had also taken me to school a few times.

Emillio helped Anthony with the suitcases whilst Tia and I waited in the car and best believe that the moment they got in and we drove off, my pulse quickened.

After surviving the dead silent drive that felt like it was longer than a lifetime we arrived at the house.

The moment the gates opened I held my breath. My eyes covered each and every detail of the beautiful house.

As much as I loved the cozy place we had in England I never managed to forget this one. I knew the details so well that I even painted it, of course I never showed the painting to Tia or Anthony.

The others had taken good care of the place, it looked like it was just built yesterday. The moment I got out of the car and my feet landed on the ground, it felt as though I was going to fall to my knees.

I took a deep breath and then followed the three people in front of me. Emillio pushed open the tall double doors and waited for us to walk in.

My eyes lowered to the floor, taking in another deep breath I stepped inside the place I once used to ran in. With the first step I took I felt my heart sank to my stomach.

The faster we get this over with. The faster we can go home...

Emillio led us to the living room, as though we did not already know where it was.

"Emi—" a voice called but then abruptly stopped.

I turned around to see her walking down the staircase. For a quick second when our eyes met, she halted and we just stared at each other. Then she slowly continued down. I could not read the emotions on her face. I could not tell if she was happy to see me or not.

She walked closer to me, not paying attention to the people standing behind me. I gulped, I wanted to say something but I could not. Our eyes were locked, my face probably emotionless like hers before her lips curved into a sad smile.

Her eyes became teary as she reached out to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling me into a tight hug. I tried so hard to stay mad.

I wanted to go straight to asking the many questions that I had to live with for those eight years, but I could not. All I wanted to do in this moment was hug my sister.

When we pulled away from one another, we went back to looking each other in the eyes. We both shared a sad smile. She then turned to Tia who was crying more dramatically then us at this point.

She hugged her and then she hugged Anthony. The hug she shared with Anthony was not the same as the one she shared with us. It was not as emotional and dramatic. It looked more like a hug you give to someone you have recently seen, but still missed.

"He's on his way." Emilio said as he looked at both Tia and me.

Anthony still had his right arm around Marissa's waist. Marissa looked up at him which made him peck her forehead before he let go of her.

"Go with Emillio, don't keep Mattia waiting. We'll have enough time to spend together afterwards." She pulled me in for another quick hug.

Emillio and I walked in silence. I could not help but feel emotional about the place. We were walking down the hall I used to play in.

Suddenly, I was surrounded by my own giggles. The giggles I had let out when I was eleven or twelve and was running down the hall with Marissa chasing me. She was the only sibling I actually spent time with back then.

"Here we are." Emillio opened the door to what used to be father's office.

He motioned for me to walk in, telling me to wait in here. I was looking around the room when he closed the door, leaving me alone. The office was too simple for my taste, but I loved it anyways.

My hands traveled all around the mahogany desk, touching everything. I picked up the single framed photo. It was a photo of father. My emotions ran high as I looked at the picture.

"Why are you in here." A husky voice roared behind me, making me shriek.

The person's presence within the room caught me off guard and I immediately put the framed photo back in its place whilst almost knocking down the other objects on the desk. I turned around and my eyes met hazel brown ones.

It was like a complete stare down between his eyes and mine before his trailed down by body. I felt naked though I was dressed and only my limbs were exposed.

I felt embarrassed for some reason and I am quite sure that my cheeks were as red as they could be. The way he slowly dragged his eyes down my figure and drank it in made me nervous and had my heart pounding hard against my chest.

My mouth opened, but no words managed to come out as I was as much confused about his looks as he seemed by mine.

My eyes wandered to his broad shoulders, the black dress shirt that managed to hug his muscles enough to put them on display. His black slacks which fit his lower body just perfectly. His dark hair of which some of the longer strands in front hung down.

I was flabbergasted and that did not even come close to explaining how shocked and taken away I was by the man standing in front of me.

Eight years— they were certainly good to him. He looked very different from the young man that had sent me away. I used to avoid him at all times before I left since it was clear that he despised me. And there was a possibility that the hatred feeling had not disappeared.

He grew into a fine looking man, although he technically already was when I left. He was twenty-four back then. A twenty-four year old scrawny looking tall guy that focused way too much on parties and women.

His eyes met mine again and they delved into mine sending shivers down my body.

The intimidating look in his eyes, his strong posture, the voice he spoke in— he radiated power.

Then reality hit me and I realized that we were staring at each other in complete silence and I had not answered his question as yet.

Just tell him that Emillio brought you here...

"D-Dimitri."I stuttered.