Page 115 of The Diary of the Vam'pir Jacques

“Why do you care what I do?” I demanded.

Mihal slapped me again.

“Everyone felt Julia’s death. Bastard, you tied Julia to the rocks, you murdered her! Vam’pirs heard her cry your name!” Mihal cried.

“What if I did? I owe you no explanation. How dare you judge me? I am your father, although you have always been ashamed of that fact. Julia asked for help, and I acquiesced.”

Mihal lunged, intending to go for my throat, but I sidestepped, and he fell to the ground.

“Get up, Mihal, or should I call you Michael? Obviously, your given name is not good enough for you now. Does Inka approve? Bet that bitch does, or you wouldn’t have changed it. Inka never liked the name Mihal. She always was damned awkward,” I sneered.

“Leave Mother out of this,” Mihal spat, getting to his feet.

In anger, I returned the slap, and Mihal flew across the bridge and hit a support beam hard, cracking it. Mihal stared at me, dazed. He forgot I was stronger than him.

“Why should I? I assume Inka sent you. Inka hasn’t got the courage to confront me, so she sent her little lapdog. Does Inka think I wouldn’t hurt you? Wrong.” I snarled, kicking out.

Mihal lifted off the ground and flew down the bridge. A murderous rage built, and I stalked Mihal as he scrambled backwards. Now Mihal realised how dangerous I was.

Right then, I wanted to kill him as well as my ex-beloved wife. All the anguish and pain I had at Julia’s death manifested, and I lashed out. Giving Mihal a bloody nose, I knocked my son off his feet again.

“I’m not frightened of you,” Mihal cried, throwing a punch which caught me on the cheek and inflamed my temper even further.

Relaxing all restraint, I swung and heard his jaw break. I fully intended to pummel Mihal to a pulp when someone grasped my arm.

Seti!

“Where did you come from?” I panted, shaking free of his grip.

“Jacques, I sensed the confrontation and came to stop the murder,” Seti replied, calmly inserting his body between Mihal and me.

“Shame you didn’t stop Julia’s,” Mihal spat.

Little shit.

Angrily, I shot around Seti and grabbed Mihal by the throat. My nails dug in, and Mihal’s eyes widened as they pierced his skin. There and then, Mihal understood I had the power and strength to kill him. Mihal’s skin broke, and there was a cracking noise.

Seti tried to free my grip but failed.

Furiously shaking Mihal like a rag doll, I threw him across the bridge and stalked forward again. My face reflected murderous intent; I was unsure what I might have done when Seti intervened again.

“Get out of my way! I gave Mihal life twice, and I can take it back,” I snarled.

I pushed Seti in a temper, and Seti shoved me back.

“Do you really want tokillMihal?” Seti asked.

“Maybe not, but beating the bastard to a pulp would help a bloody lot. That would make me feel better,” I seethed, trying to get past Seti. The infuriating idiot kept getting in my way, and I was getting nowhere fast.

“Jacques, you’ll regret this in the morning. Leave Mihal alone and calm down. Tomorrow night, you will face the Vam’pirs and accept judgement,” Seti said.

Pure rage swamped me as I reeled back and glared.

“Accept your judgement? Who do you think you are? Nobody casts judgement on me.” Once again, I ducked around Seti and grabbed him this time.

Mihal gasped as, with little effort, I forced Seti’s head backwards. There was a loud cracking noise as a crack appeared in Seti’s throat.

“I’m not even breaking a sweat, Seti. I could rip your head off right here, and nobody could stop me. Listen closely, old friend, for this is the only warning I offer. If anyone comes for me,I shall kill them. I was here first, if anyone leaves, it’s Mihal. Get out of London. Should I find you here again, you will die. Get out of my sight!” I roared.

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