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man.”
    “Informed by whom?”
    “He always spoils the fun doesn’t he? I put it down to jealousy.”
    “Levi?” I asked, with my arms either side of his head, leaning over where he sat on the sofa.
    He leant forward and pushed a strand of loose hair behind my ear, with a whisper his hot breath fanned my face, “How terrible to see the truth when the truth is only pain to him who sees.”
    I stood back and put my hands onto my hips, “Sophocles, really?”
    “Great man,” he said casually, as he stood and walked around to the drinks cabinet. “Brandy?”
    “Sophocles…” I shook my head returning to verbally abusing my least favourite relative , “Don’t make me hurt you.”
    “Oh I’d love to see you try,” he smirked, “Can’t I tempt you at all?”
    I walked around to him and pinned his right wrist to the wall, I held my left hand to his heart, an immortal’s only weakness when faced with a hunter. He rested his left hand onto my chest and with little effort at all he used his right arm to pull my body against his, my fingertips were threatening to break his flesh, but still he smiled, tempting me, daring me.
    “Do you have a death wish?”
    “Perhaps,” he whispered, his eyes burning hot on mine.
    I dropped his wrist and stood back from him, “You can’t stay here.”
                  “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, handing me a glass.
                  I took a sip and put my glass down shattering it on the back of his hand. With a sigh I left the apartment. He didn’t follow me. Levi didn’t follow anyone. I couldn’t stand him. He had a habit of being everywhere. My entire immortal life was spent playing cat and dog with him. He was selfish, cruel, cocky, and worse than all of that he was stronger than me.
                  When I returned twenty minutes later I slammed the door behind me, and dragged my bags into living room. Levi was lounging on the sofa once again staring aimlessly out of the window. The broken glass still littered the floor.
                  “Are you just going to sit there?” I asked, pulling my rucksack over my shoulder.
                  He turned around and sighed when he saw my mass of baggage.  He stood and to my surprise took my case and rucksack from me leaving me only with my hand luggage.
                  “How many pairs of shoes do you need for a war?”
                  “One for each arse I kick.”
                  He looked over his shoulder at me as he dropped my rucksack onto my bed, “I see you haven’t changed one bit.”
                  I put my bags down and sorted my hair out in the mirror.
                  “I take that back,” he said, as if suddenly seeing something in my eyes, I feared that he could see or feel what I had done, what Victor’s shadows had done to me, but instead he uttered,  “you have better hair.”
                  I ignored him and sat on the end of my bed unzipping my case, “Feel free to go back to doing nothing.”
                  He shrugged and left the room, looking back only once, I pretended that I didn’t notice and continued to sort through my almighty collection of three pairs of hunting shoes.
     
    The first week passed by in the same fashion, we would take it in turns to make sarcastic or cruel remarks and the other would shrug and walk away. But on the second Sunday something changed.
                  I sat with my head bowed at the back of the tiny church which lay hidden on the outskirts of the bustling city, and drowned in my thoughts sent a naïve prayer to whoever was listening.
    Each time I closed my eyes I would see nothing but Victor, and hear nothing but Sedric’s voice calling my name from a place deep within me that had opened up on that dark night. I shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts, when I opened my eyes Levi was stood