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sacrificed themselves so that they could eat. After her grandmother passed away, Dom refused to eat meat again. She shook her head, trying to keep the memories from clouding the magical senses that were enhanced by the protections that were placed on her home.
She tensed as she heard the key turn in the lock. She took cover in the tiny hallway that separated the kitchen from the living room. She held both of her weapons, ready to attack anyone coming in. She held her breath as the door opened. “Dominique?” The voice was familiar.
Dom stepped out of her hiding place. She still had the weapons in her hands. “I didn’t think you would come back.” She told him, her voice still shaking slightly.
“Are you going to stab me?” He asked, putting his hands up in order to indicate the knife and fork that she was carrying.
“No, no, I’m not going to stab you.” She put the weapons down on a table. Her movements were hurried, embarrassed. “I’m sorry.” She admitted, hanging her head.
“There’s no reason to be sorry. You thought I was coming to hurt you, after a day like today nobody can blame you. I’m just surprised that you didn’t run.” He lowered his hands and smiled at her.
“What can I say; I’m not much for running.” She smiled sheepishly at him, looking up slightly.
He laughed at the motion; she looked so shy and demure, even though that he knew that she wasn’t known for being so much like a school girl. “Is everything alright? Did he hurt you?”
“No, I’m not hurt. He just threatened me, tried to rattle my cage. He wanted you to leave. How did you get here?” She knew that she was rambling a bit, but it was keeping her from crumbling from the stress that she had endured through the day.
“Someone from the office gave me a ride. Did you know that no one knows where you live?”
“I like to keep it that way. Nobody comes to bother me.”
“They said that they can put you in a safe house.” Gregor knew that she wouldn’t even consider the possibility of moving. The woman was in tune with her home, it was very much a part of her. She had spent her entire life in this house; in fact at least two other generations had spent their lives in this house.
Gregor’s suggestion wasn’t exactly hard to refuse. “This is my home. I’m not leaving it just because some vampire cop stopped me.” Dom’s stance grew determined and her eyes turned to steel. It was obvious that she wasn’t one to hide from a problem.
Gregor took a moment to admire her strength before he continued his argument. “I don’t want you to be in danger. I think that you should go somewhere safe.”
“I don’t care what you think. I’m not going to run from these people.” She knew that this offer was going to be made, but she had already decided that she wasn’t going to run from this. She didn’t know quite when she had made the decision, but she knew that it hadn’t been fully realized until she had been pushed to defend her position.
“Why do you want to stay here?” He had no idea why she was so attached to her home, but he knew that she wouldn’t leave it easily.
“This is the safest place I can be. I have protections here, and they’ll stop any intruders.”
“Someone should stay with you.” He commented, accepting her decision, even if he didn’t like it very much. “I don’t think I’m going to change your mind about this.”
“I’m sure they’ll send someone to stay with me.”
“I’m going to stay with you.” His voice was firm, unwavering and it was obvious that he had made his decision.
“You should go someplace else.” She would be lying to herself if she said that she didn’t want him to stay.
“I’m not going to leave unless you ask me to.” He stated, his decision had been made, and he wasn’t going to back down unless she made him. “Even if you ask me to leave your
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