As she stood there Sonja had to reiterate on what her husband, well now ex-husband had just said to her. Standing there she put her hand up trying to silence him but it hadn’t worked as he just kept blabbering on about the “Problem” as he had put it.  Standing there as she crossed her arms only half listening to his bullsh*t that came from his mouth before hearing the very last thing he had to say, the sentence ringing in her ears as she ran both of her hands through her hair refraining herself from laying him on his ass as she should have done. Trying to keep her posture as calm as possible trying with all her strength her eyes turning the ice blue as they always had once, she was pissed off or in danger before looking up at him seeing his expression staying the cold hardened self he was before she looked away from him. Knowing this wasn’t going to go away or resolve on its’ own, turning on her heels walking away from him as his screams began to be drowned out from her own hatred of him now. 

 

Reaching the corridor right outside of their room as she sat down on the floor, leaning her entire self against the doorway of the room fighting back tears. ‘That mother f***er thinking he can just say that to me, the mother of his son.’ Shaking her head hearing his words again and again in her own mind, “She doesn’t matter to me, how could she! She isn’t even my daughter, let alone to who her father is Sonja. I could care less for what happens to YOUR daughter.” Looking down to her wedding ring as she ripped it off her hand, gripping it in her right hand before throwing it against the wall across from her as it ricocheted down the corridor. She couldn’t do it anymore, she couldn’t bear to say she still loved him after that moment. Seeing him for who he finally was and she hated him, she hated staying with him for as long as she had and she wanted out. 

 

An hour had passed, then another before Sonja had heard the light taps of a knock at the door. Completely ignoring the knocks as she sat in the chair next to the heater, the late summer air had turned the night freezing cold to her. The knocks rang again against the door, standing up holding a glass of wine mixed with blood as she stood walking towards the door to look out the peephole only to find her two children standing there waiting for her to open it. A small sigh of relief escaping her small frame as she opened it allowing them to enter the bedroom before shutting and locking it making sure their “father” couldn’t enter in behind them, “Elizabeth, Jerick it’s time to pack our things and leave.” she told her children setting her glass down on the table. Seeing their expressions change from worried to interested as she spoke to them, “Your father has said some horrible things and I just can’t do this anymore with him, I’m sorry but I am leaving him for good this time.” She stood there waiting on one of them to speak first, hoping they would understand where she was coming from. Seeing her daughter contemplating on what to say but her son was the first to break the silence that had settled in the room. Jericks’ posture had changed slightly as he moved from standing up straight to now leaning against the wall, “No wonder why aunt Claire had left him, let me guess he said something about my sister again now didn’t he mother.” Sonja couldn’t react as she just looked down knowing he was right. 

 

Watching her daughter slump down to the floor crossing her legs making herself comfortable before speaking, “So let me guess, father is still pissed about something from the past?” Sonja sighed and nodded looking from her son to her daughter. “Elizabeth Jacob isn’t your father my love, yes he helped me raise you for the past one hundred and sixty years but he has never been nor will ever be your father.” before continuing she paused for a moment to give her daughter some time to understand what she was about to say. Taking a breath as she continued, “Jacob is Jericks’ blood father, but he is not your father my love, y-” tilting her head back trying to contain her feelings and tears before they came rolling down her cheeks. Calming herself only for a single moment before continuing, “Jacob is not your father my love because your father died a very long time ago, his name was Lucian and he was and still is my husband.” Putting an arm around her ribs as she spoke about him the memories of them flooding back into her mind like a tidal wave she couldn’t stop, “Your father was such a strong willed man, he would have done anything for you my daughter; Your father was the first man I had ever loved one that I still love to this day.” tears falling as she couldn’t keep them at bay any longer. 

 

Seeing her children take in what she had just told them her son was the first to speak, “How do you know he is dead mother? What if he’s still alive like you are?” Jerick said as he sat down next to his mother, seeing her pain as he gently put a hand onto her knee for comfort. Sonja had looked up at her son smiling lightly trying to mask her pain knowing it wouldn’t work with her own son before speaking, “Jerick darling it’s been over seven hundred years, even for a Lycan I don’t see how he could have ran from my father a second time after my death.” running a hand through her sons’ hair with a sheepish smile on her face. Elizabeth finally moving over to her personal laptop before pulling up a search engine to look for her long-lost father, “Mother what was his name?” Elizabeth had asked gently as if not to pry too much into her mother. Sonja just nodded taking a breath before she spoke his name, “Lucian Corvinus try that but I am telling you both he’s probably long gone...”  sitting there as she took a sip of her blood –laced wine almost choking on it hearing her daughter say that she had found him. Sonja sat there in shock as her daughter told her mother that her husband was still somehow alive, looking at the laptop her daughter had handed her as she covered her mouth as the tears were like a waterfall down her face and along her cheeks. All Sonja could do was read that he was still alive and well in the world, not far from where the house in Paddington, England was.