An Immortal in London: Corruption Read Online Free Page B

wish that I would live to see another one hundred and sixty six years of a world uncorrupted by its hidden evil.
    “Thank you.”
    “That’s my selfless act of the century out of the way,” he said, as he sat down next to me and put his legs up on the coffee table. I pushed them off and ducked as he threw the end of my birthday baguette at my head.
    He looked over at the radio and shook his head; I turned around and tucked my legs under my body, and asked “You don’t like music?”
    “More questions?”
    “You don’t like music,” I said, turning my question into a statement.
    He laughed and shook his head. On his way to his bedroom he turned off the radio and when he sat back down he was holding a guitar.
    “Where’d you steal that from?” I asked.
    “When have I ever stolen anything?”
    I could have answered his question honestly, but instead I sat and listened. I remember how it sung at the control of his masterful fingers. He gave the instrument a voice. He did like music, and in those brief seconds listening to him play I fell in love with music.
    His eyes flitted to me as he played and he bowed his head with a smile as he saw my own effortless smile of simple happiness and awe.
    He sat back and took a breath, standing the guitar at the side of the sofa, “So that’s two opinions of yours that I have proved wrong, dare I aim for a third?”
    “What was my first?”
    He ripped a piece of the baguette off and before he tore it with his deadly white teeth said, “That I am the anti-Christ.”
    “I didn’t…” I stopped myself and shrugged, “ You can hardly blame me.”
    He laughed and wiped his mouth, “As long as people think that of me they daren’t cross me. That is how we survive.”
    “You’re right of course; I’m not one to judge.”
    He laughed and nodded, “That’s why I always liked you. You are just like me.”
    “You liked me? Well I never, Levi actually has human emotions, there is your third,” I laughed and he rolled his eyes and nudged my shoulder, pushing me over, making me stand to stop myself from falling. “Is that a challenge?” I asked, pushing up my sleeves.
    Levi’s lips curled up into a dangerous smile and he stood to accept.
    Before he had even the chance to shrug off his jacket I ran at him and pushed him back. He caught himself and pushed the coffee table across the tiled floor , it sped across the room almost knocking me off of my feet, I jumped over it and up onto the sofa. I leapt down onto him, my legs around his waist, my right hand holding his arms, my left over his chest. He kissed my wrist and spun sending me gliding across the room. He caught me and turned, holding me against the wall, my legs and arms were pinned. His hand was on my chest above my heart, I was dead.
    He kissed my cheek lightly and whispered, “I win.”
    He walked away and sat back down, tearing off another piece of bread.
    “I’ll win one day,” I said lightly, as I sat back down next to him and tore a piece of bread from my birthday baguette.
    “I know,” he said thoughtfully.
    “It’s too quiet, don’t you think?”
    He took a breath and looked out of the window, “What are you thinking?”
    “That there isn’t a corruption, at least not here, because it sure doesn’t feel like any attempt at a corruption I’ve witnessed before.”
    “I was beginning to think the same; it would make more sense after all for such an attack to occur in London, it being the heart of the living immortal community.”
    We met each other’s eyes and ran to our rooms and began to pack, instantly recognising our fatal mistake. I ran to the nearest phone box and called for Kate.
    “Hello?”
    “Kate?”
    There was a pause, “Who is calling?”
    “It’s Victoria, listen I need to speak to Kate.”
    I knew the exact words that she would say before she uttered them. I held my left hand to my chest and rested my head against the receiver. I put the phone down and ran back to the apartment