Dammit! I'm so fucking stupid. He knew that Maximus would protect the child, her being his Grandchild and all, but he never thought he would go to such extremes. Luke had always been the bad penny of the bunch. Maximus had always wanted his children to have compassion for the human race, care about others. Bleh. Luke never had.
All of this being true, and him being Maximus' biggest disappointment, he had still never used his Pyrokenesis on him. It showed what his Maker truly felt for the girl if he was willing to go to such extreme measures to keep him away.
He was right to. Luke had never been right in the head. He knew it too. When he was Human, it was the times of Queen Victoria, and he was nothing but a servant boy. The treatment he endured was degrading, humiliating. Some 'noblewomen' as they called themselves, even forced him into sexual favours. He shivered. Maximus had saved him from that.
The world had changed a great deal since then, the actions of his peers unacceptable in today's society. It didn't make Luke hate the human race any less.
He was sitting alone in his room, nursing his wounds, when there was a knock on the door. "Piss off. I'm not in the mood Kale." He knew it was Kale, he could smell him. The door opened, and the blond idiot walked in anyway. Luke stood with a resounding snarl, "I said, fuck off, moron."
Kale grinned, his brown eyes twinkling, "Ah, your insults are so painful. Not. Get over it."
Luke narrowed his eyes, "What the fuck did you just say?"
"The girl. Whatever it is about her that you're fixated on, get over it. Master won't let you anywhere near her. Or do you need more evidence?" He gave the bubbling burns on Luke's arms a pointed look. "You're lucky he didn't burn you for long. That will probably be healed by tomorrow morning."
Luke snapped his teeth. "I know, okay. I just-" He paused, knowing he sounded crazy. "-she was talking to someone, in her room. I heard them. When I opened the door, it was only her there."
Kale grinned, "Maybe it was a ghost."
Luke shot him a deadpan look. "Whatever." There was silence for a few minutes. Luke looked up to find Kale studying him.
"Why do you care? I mean- well- you don't exactly come across as the caring type."
Luke sighed. "Yes, I'm a real monster aren't I?" Kale tried to backtrack, but Luke put up a hand, "Don't bother trying to deny it. I know what I am." He sighed, running a hand through his black spiked hair. "I don't know why I care. I don't know why I like her." He stopped. Saying it, really reinforced to him, he meant it. He did like her.
Kale's eyebrows rose, "You like her?"
Luke snarled. "Just fuck off, okay?"
Kale left with a sigh. He had always tried to be Luke's friend. Luke had always been a dick. Was it intentional? Luke wasn't too sure any more.
Kale snuck along the hallway upstairs, fingers crossed in the hope that the others had headed downstairs. He neared Gem's room, and sniffed. It smelt of her and Maximus, but faint. They had left. Good. He intended to help his friend.
Kale knew Luke had never thought of him as a friend, but he still did. The guy didn't have to like him to deserve some compassion. He believed his story. Luke wasn't the kind to say he saw or heard something that he didn't. He was going go snooping around. If he got caught, he would be in big trouble. But if Luke was right, it wouldn't matter anyway.
He walked into the room sniffing the air. Gem's scent wasn't too familiar to him, but he recognised it from other places in the house. There was another scent. He recognised that one too. Though it took a moment for the answer to penetrate the shock. He hadn't seen her for a hundred years or more.
Mary. Or as she had become known, Bloody Mary. He knew her too well. She was his former love. Who am I kidding? I still love her. He didn't know where she was now, couldn't find her. He'd tried the old saying her name into the mirror bullshit, and she had never come. Either the story of her living in the mirrors was a load of shit, or she didn't want to come.
The question was, how had this girl, this new girl, know Mary, or known where she was?
Luke was brooding over his new found emotions. He didn't like it. It felt, odd. He wanted to go out and hunt, kill a few people, let off the steam, but some reason, he wouldn't. He was worried what Gem might think of him if he did. He had never hid his habits before, coming home covered in the blood of those whose life he had taken. He felt he needed to do it now.
There was a knock at the door. Kale. Again. "Fuck off Kale, I'm warning you."
Kale's voice came through the door, ringing with amusement. "You don't want to know what I know about Gem's little guest then?"
Luke ran for the door, finding Kale halfway down the hall. "Don't. Please. Just tell me."
Kale smirked, walking slowly back to Luke's room. He sat down on the bed, lips shut tightly. Luke snarled, "Don't fuck with me Kale. If you know something, tell me."
Kale smiled wider. "Pushy, pushy, pushy. If you must know, I know who she was talking to."
Luke's eyes narrowed. "How?"
"I caught her scent in Gem's room."
"You went in her room!" Luke almost lunged for Kale, before he stopped himself. What am I doing? He had to stop getting so worked up about the girl.
"Yes. Don't you want to know who it was?" Luke sighed impatiently, gesturing with a hand for Kale to continue. "Bloody Mary."