Chapter 3 Chapter 3

Damon casually walked down the streets of Sant Martin as thoughts of his sister seemed to invaded his mind. With a deep breath he drifted back to conversation he had with Draven, about Victoria, about her missing self. Damon still didn't seemed to understand why she flew away, for God's sake, she was pregnant. He couldn't do anything but worry about how she would we? After one month of Sarah's death, she vanished like she never existed.

Sarah's death.

Damon didn't felt sympathy or empathy for her death, she was no one to him. He never knew her. Despite of having a beautiful face and to die for body, she was no one important to him. But he was feeling slovenly dejected for some known reasons.

Elijah.

He was missing his brother, who never stayed long enough to nurture a bond between siblings. Damon thought back to time when they were kids, away from cruelty of this world, they all used to share strong bond but because of their villainous father, they lost each other. Draven being oldest, suffered in hands of their father the most.

Damon sighed as he crossed another shop stuffed with people and their talks.

Their father was a vicious creature, doing things for his sick pleasure. Draven was a victim of his cruelty. Everett loved all his children but he never showed anyone ounce of mercy on Draven in childhood which made Draven raged and ferocious.

Damon was thinking about the past he so adamantly tried to escape but it looked like past never leaves you behind. Damon though about the day when Everett blamed Draven for their mothers death though it was never his fault. Draven and his siblings shared same father but not the same mother.

Draven's mother was a witch which made Draven a vampire-witch hybrid and Damon along with Matthew, Victoria and Elijah had vampire mother which made them normal vampires. Despite of having different mothers, they all loved each other equally and wholeheartedly.

Being youngest, Elijah was a rebellious one and his rebellious nature did him no better. Damon still remembered the time when their mother died and that was the time when Elijah broke down completely and tried to kill his father, accusing him to be a murdered but Everett corrupted his innocent mind with negativities and made him believe that Draven was the one who killed her.

And that was the day when Elijah broke ties with his family and fled away to get away from chaos, which was okay with them as long as he was safe but continuous attempts to kill Draven made him hate his brother. Draven was never kind to Elijah after that but Victoria being Elijah's two, shared bond with him and she still wished him to be with them.

Damon knew how it felt to lose a sibling, he had lost his twin, Matthew.

Damon walked casually when he spotted his destination and entered the warm, heart warming place. His eyes looked up as he read the name of the place written in italics the with violet color beautifully.

Madré Art Studio.

Damon smiled as he entered the place and looked around for a familiar face. His smiled widened when a short woman with dark hair and eyes as light as ocean surface came into view.

"Ciao, amoré."

"Hello to you too, Bianca."

"Long time no see. Where were you?" Her thick italian accent was flowing past her words.

"Just some...family business, you know." He murmured as she pointed towards the large white wall behind him.

"Your art pieces were sold at highest price. Mr, Alfonso wanted to meet you for future references." She said in overly enthusiastic tone as she walked towards couches placed near fire place with Damon following behind her.

"You know, I am not interested in your Mr. Alfonso. I never made them with intentions of making money." He objected.

Bianca smiled as she rested her hand son her shoulder. He looked at her wrinkled face.

"I already declined." He was great cul of Bianca for that. He liked art and music but his life never allowed him to made time for himself. But whenever he could steal a chance, he would found himself stumbling across this very familiar shop.

"Thank you-" he started when his eyes landed on glass window? behind her as he saw a shadow passing.

Bianca noticed this body stiffening as his eyes widened.

"Wha-"

"I-I'll talk to you later!" The urgency in his voice worried her. She watched him as he rushed out of the warmness oh shop and ran towards the left.

Damon's heart beat fastened as he ran through crowd of people. He wanted use his vampire speed but he didn't wanted you creep people out so he ran with as much as stamina he could gather.

His eyes scanned the crowded place as he stopped when his eyes landed on what he was looking for. He couldn't believe his eyes, he couldn't brought himself to. He wanted to punch himself for even believing it but his eyes wouldn't lie, would they? He was scared of life and it seemed like life was playing a villainous game with him. He kept looking at the frame as he saw similarities and familiarism.

He watched as the figure disappeared in crowd and that's when his stance broke. The sweat in chilled winters told him he wasn't hallucinating, it was true, all truth. For once he didn't knew what should he do or what should he expect further. The frozen blood in his veins seemed to flow back as he stumbled upon his steps.

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"Seems like Aphrodite was planning this since a long time. I didn't knew she would stoop so low. Does your father know?"

"I don't know."

"Well, I think you should hold him. He deserves to know what his lovely wife did. Don't you think?"

"I don't know."

"Oh come on! Don't be a asshole that you really are."

Draven marche towards Lucifer's desk where thousands of parts were scattered. He eyed one of them and rolled his eyes.

"You still doing this council shit?" Draven asked as he read words written on them.

"They are years old." He heard Lucifer saying as he snatched them out of his hand and dumped them in the trash bin.

"I'm quitting council." Lucifer's words made Draven look at him with speed of light.

"What?! I mean it's the best decision you've ever made but what about your manipulative father? Will he let you leave so....easily?" Draven asked cautiously when he saw distressed look on Lucifer's face.

"I don't answer to him anymore!" The growl of warning resonated from Lucifer's chest as Draven didn't pushed the topic further.

"About Aphrodite?"

"Alatar's looking for spell to find her." Lucifer didn't acknowledged Draven's presence as he drowned another glass of liquor down his sore throat. Lucifer looked beyond exhausted. But even moreso...he looked heartbroken.

"I can do well with spells you know, as a vampire-witch hybrid, he can call me for help." Draven grinned as he slapped Lucifer comfortingly on the shoulder.

"That would be great..." Lucifer said rubbing his temples. "I feel like shit."

"You look like shit." Draven teased.

"Fuck you." Lucifer said shoving him backwards as Draven laughed.

Draven composed his posture and looked carefully at Lucifer before asking.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

Lucifer leaned on his elbows and drank another glass. "I'm fucking fabulous." He said sarcastically.

Draven sighed as he looked at the bottle of liquor in Lucifer's hands. "You know, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Turn your difficulties into positivity. Past is past. What's gone is gone."

Lucifer shrugged. "That's the wrong saying. When life give you lemons, add vodka and drown your sorrow till there's nothing left to grieve."

"I doubt vodka is the answer but let's give it a shot." Draven muttered as he himself plopped his body on adjacent chair and poured vodka in his glass.

"That's strong!" Draven twisted his mouth as he savoured the bitter taste of alcohol in his mouth.

Lucifer looked at Draven for a long moment before he threw more vodka down his throat. Lucifer watched Draven with deep concern as he watched him drowning in alcohol.

"Haunted by lovely Sarah" Lucifer said drunkenly into his glass filled to rim. "Big bad hybrid is haunted by the glorious beauty who shattered my little meaningless world into nothings, leaving trails of ashed memories behind for me to weep over." Lucifer said before bursting into laughter. "I'm a fucking lyrical genius."

Draven grinned at Lucifer. "You're fucking drunk as shit is what you are."

"Who's haunting your dreams, Dravey?" Lucifer said grabbing another bottle. "Bitchy witch or witchy bitch?"

"My dreams were haunted since childhood, my friend." Draven grinned mockingly as he took Lucifer's glass and sipped from it.

"I missed the taste of vodka." Draven mused as he threw his head back laughing.

"Draven! DRAVEN!"

"What the hell?!" Draven's glass suddenly slipped from his hands as the liquor splashed onto the floor. Both of them looked at the door as exhausted and tensed figure of Damon came into view.

"He saw a ghost." Lucifer whispered in Draven's ear as Draven snickered.

"Probably one of his flings." Lucifer snickered audibly as Draven tossed his arm around Lucifer's shoulder.

Damon's pale face was looking like he had seen a ghost or something. His eyes widened and beads of sweat cascading down his face.

"Why so....tensed, Demon?" Lucifer asked as he forrowed his brows and leaned on Draven's chest.

"Demon?! Fuck!! His name's Dominic." Draven muttered when Lucifer burst in laughter.

"What happened?" Draven raised his brow two times when Damon gulped down.

"I-I saw him." Damon's stuttered words made Lucifer and Draven stop. They exchanged glances with each other and looked seriously at Damon.

"Who?" Damon was shocked by the Lucifer's commanding voice. Though he was intoxicated but his demanding voice still made him fear.

"He asked you something." Draven quiped when Damon gulped down his words.

"I s-saw E-Elijah."