Half Vampire And The Silent Flame

<p>Just then Evelyn came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel.</p><p>Dinner's ready she said plainly in that calm emotionless tone of hers.</p><p>Ethen turned his head slowly looking like a ghost disturbed from meditation.</p><p>Do I look like I'm in the mood to eat right now?</p><p>Evelyn raised a brow. You never look in the mood for anything. Honestly you always look... dead.</p><p>His head snapped toward her instantly. What did you just say?</p><p>She smirked faintly. Nothing. Eat if you want. Or don't. The food won't miss you.</p><p>He clenched his jaw trying to keep his temper. We can't do this wedding.</p><p>She stopped turned halfway and shrugged. Perfect. That makes two of us. Finally we agree on something.</p><p>I'm serious he said his voice low and tense. This can't happen.</p><p>Wonderful she said dryly. I was getting tired of smiling for no reason anyway...</p><p>Wait! Ethen snapped taking a step forward. Don't you even want to know why?</p><p>She turned staring blankly at him. No. Because whatever comes out of your mouth next will be either stupid or dramatic-and I'm too tired for both.</p><p>Ethen stared at her in disbelief. You are the most impossible woman I've ever met.</p><p>And yet she replied sweetly you keep trying.</p><p>He sighed in defeat waving a hand. Fine. Go. Do whatever you want.</p><p>Gladly. Evelyn turned and left leaving him standing there in silence.</p><p>A long pause followed. Then Ethen exhaled </p><p>slowly-and glanced at the invitation cards again.</p><p>A small sinister smile crept over his lips.</p><p>Well then he murmured picking one up. Let's make this official.</p><p>Lady Marcelline... farewell he murmured mockingly flicking another card into the fire. Lord Dunval... you were never invited anyway.</p><p>He smirked to himself the glow of the fire reflecting in his eyes.</p><p>And this one-oh dearest one Helena-may your nose forever twitch at someone else's wedding not mine.</p><p>He walked to the small indoor fire pit near the corner. One by one he started tossing the cards in.</p><p>Mr. Harold... no soup for you he said mockingly dropping a card in the flame.</p><p>Verona... oh you'd have worn something hideous anyway.</p><p>Another flicker of fire. Another smirk.</p><p>He leaned closer whispering to the burning stack And you dear roseline... will have a surprise waiting in the morning.</p>