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Damon smiled. “Hmm… if you were here? Lord where to start? I know where I’d start. Kissing up the contour of your neck to your ear, nibbling softly at the lobe. Letting my arms just hold you close not wanting to let you go again. I’d whisper in your ear like I used to ‘Ti amo. Mi sei mancato.’ (I love you. I've missed you.)”, he started imagining it in his head. “Mmm fenice. I can almost feel the warmth of your breath on my neck and against my ear. Ti amo.”, she said softly. “To help with this can I ask what you are wearing? You already know all I’ve got is a towel.”, Damon questioned. Isadora bit her lip did she lie or just say the truth. “It’s nothing fancy, just a thin white cotton v neck nightgown with thin straps that goes to my knees.”, she answered still speaking softly a mixture of her now normal volume but also that somehow in the back of her mind she worried of being caught even when no one could catch them. Damon let out a sigh as the image of her in the nightgown filled his mind. “It never has to be fancy my love, all it needs to be is you. And thank you, because now the image of you in a thin white nightgown is in my head. Which based on that means your shoulders are basically exposed.”, Damon smiled. “Yes they are…”, Isadora confirmed. “Mmm….to let my hands brush over that soft skin again pushing those things straps to the side my lips trail down your neck kissing along one shoulder. My hands sliding down your sides to the hem of the nightgown.”, He described keeping his eyes closed his hand starting to trail down his own body as he spoke.

Isadora sighed softly letting her imagination take her away. “Mmm…fenice. What I would give to run a hand along your chest, tracing the outline of your muscles. Running my other hand through your beautiful white hair.”, Isadora whispered softly. Damon moaned a little his memory and imagination bringing the sensation to life. Remembering how it felt to have her hands on his chest and in his hair. “ángelos (angel)...”, he whispered. “Mmmm…running my hands down your legs a little further than the hem of your nightgown before bringing them slowly back up and venturing under your nightgown. Raising the nightgown the higher my hands went. Kissing down from your shoulder, kissing and nibbling along the v of the nightgown.”, Damon continued his voice hushed. His own hand had stopped at the towel wrapped around his waist that was already loosened from his arousal. Isadora bit at her bottom lip letting her own hand slide down her body raising the hem of her nightgown as he described doing just that with his hand. “Fenice…”, she moaned softly her hand rubbing at her inner thigh. “Bringing one hand out from under your nightgown to pull down at the top giving my lips access to your breasts. Letting my tongue run a clockwise circle circling inward to your nipple flicking at it , I remember how that would get them to harden, before taking your nipple into my mouth to nibble and suckle as my hand massaged your other breast lightly pinching the other nipple between my thumb and index fingers.”, he continued with his description as his hand disappeared into the fold of the towel.
“Damon…god you still give me the shivers just thinking about your touch. Oh to feel you pressed closed to me. Your warm breath and kisses along my body. Getting to run my hands on your shoulders cupping the back of your head arching against your mouth wanting more.”, she said her voice trailing into another moan. Her hand moving higher on her thigh the back of her mind a small voice saying this was wrong but the louder booming voice not caring. “Oh ángelos….”, Damon moaned his voice sounding a bit husky. “My hand under your nightgown finding its way up those silken, don’t argue with me on the term, thighs reaching your pussy. Letting my fingers tease rubbing along your labia and pressing against the top of your opening rubbing in a tiny circle.”, he described. “Mmmm Damon…”, she moaned letting her hand to start rub at the outside of her womanhood. “Is this wrong?”, she whispered. “I’m here a hand up my nightgown thinking of you and you’re there doing I don’t know what but I’m hoping thinking of me whatever you are doing.”, she explained. “I don’t care if it’s wrong. Right now this is the closest I’m getting to you. And I want you this bad, have wanted you for so long. And you are doing about the same as I am. I’ve got my hand under this towel my mind consumed with you. Consumed with wanting to touch you, wanting to kiss you, wanting to make love to you. To feel your body pressed against mine again. To press my fingers inside of you getting you ready, kissing down your body and to get to taste you again. And keep alternating and combining those two till you beg me to take you.”, Damon countered.

He didn’t care that this was probably wrong, that as a married man he shouldn’t be here in a hotel wedding ring off having phone sex with his ex. Isadora moaned softly at his words as she let her fingers move starting to play and stroke at herself. She could easily imagine the sensation of what he described as he’d done that to her before, he liked to bring her to the brink before giving her what she wanted. “Oh god...Fenice…”, she moaned her breathing becoming strained as she closed her eyes letting her imagination run rampant as she pleasured herself thinking of him. Hearing her moaning and how her breathing had changed Damon couldn’t help but smile knowing what she was doing. He groaned a little at the image of her pleasuring herself those eight long hours away. His hand gripping his shaft moving in it’s own rhythm as he thought of her. There didn't seem to be the need for further descriptions between them. Both hearing the moans, groans and soft cries along with the irregular breathing of the other knowing that at that moment they were both thinking of each other as they sought mutual satisfaction. Satisfaction from a need, a want, a desire that had built up over the last nineteen years they’d been separated. “D...Damon…”, her strained voice cried out as she reached her climax. Over nineteen years she’d pleasured herself more than she’d probably admit and often to memories of him. But this, this was very different this time he was on the other end of the phone pleasing himself too. Damon’s breathing was low and erratic he could feel his heart beating at a pace that under other circumstances would be unhealthy. His hand moving vigorously as he heard her strained cry of his name . “Isa...Isadora… Ti amo.”, his husky voice called out as he found release.

“Ti amo, my fenice….”, Isadora whispered her breathing starting to return to normal. Damon sighed letting his breathing regulate as he used the towel he’d had to clean up. “And I need another shower…”, Damon teased. Isadora laughed and looked at the time, it was nearly 4 soon she’d need to get dressed and go down to the cafe to ready for the morning. “That makes two of us. You at least already had a towel for cleaning up.”, she commented. “Very true. If I was closer I’d offer to clean you up.”,he smirked. Isadora raised an eyebrow then laughed not daring to ask how he planned to ‘clean’ her up having a couple ideas what he could mean and blushed a little at those ideas. “Mmm well maybe another time?”, she suggested. Damon sighed as reality started to creep into his mind as she said ‘another time’. “I..I sincerely hope there is another time just more in person. I just need. I need to figure out what I’m doing.”, he sighed. Isadora had been completely washed away with the moment they’d shared and just like him reality was setting back in. He was married with two children and a world away. There couldn’t be another time. “We probably won’t get another time and even less likely for in person Damon. We need to face reality. You are married, with two beautiful children, and have a life there. Zoe and I, mostly me, don’t belong in that life.”, she said softly. “Isadora… I love you. After nineteen years I’ve finally found you again. I am not letting you disappear from my life again. I don’t know the specifics of what I’m going to do. I know I can’t forgive Geri for what she’s done. So I’ll see about talking to a lawyer tomorrow. Determine what I can do and how things would be handled in regards to my kids. Alexander will be going to college so that’s not a huge issue but Gina is only going to be fourteen. What I know is I want you in my life again. I don’t care where I have to go. If it’s means going to Florence I will.”, Damon said.

Isadora smiled a little. “I couldn’t take you from your life there, from your children and your dojo. If...if after you have decided what you wish to do in regards to Geri and you still want me...I could...I could come to Bayville. Zoe has wanted to live in America for some years now and there’s a few people interested in buying my business.”, Isadora offered. “I have wanted you since the first time I set my eyes on you Isadora and that hasn’t changed and won’t change. I’ll figure speak with a lawyer and figure things out. Then once that’s settled we can figure out what will happen. I wouldn’t leave Gina behind, I couldn’t do that she’s my baby, my pouláki, little bird. I think she’d actually enjoy the idea of going to Italy. Though I’ve never taught her Italian. Unless I speak with Alec and don’t want the words to be understood I don’t generally use Italian anymore. Geri got annoyed because it reminded her of you, I think. I did teach my children Greek.”, Damon explained. “Aw. You call her little bird? I call Zoe uccellino.”, Isadora said. “I know I called her that tonight when I dropped her off at the Haven and she told me that you call her that too. Great minds I suppose. None the less I will not spend any more time separated from you and Zoe but not at the expense of being with Alexander and Gina.”, he said. “It’s getting late there and early here. You get things figured out on your end and I will go wherever you want me to be. For now I’m going to go shower and get ready to open the cafe.”, she said getting up from the couch. Damon sighed. “Alright. We’ll get this figured out. You feel free to think of me in the shower, or anytime you want. I’ll talk to you again soon. I love you. Caio, Isadora.”, Damon said. Isadora laughed and shook her head. “And you feel free to dream about me or think of me anytime you want. I love you too. Caio, Damon.”, Isadora smiled as the call ended. Damon didn’t bother with the shower and just climbed under the blankets ignore the messages that kept his phone buzzing as he turned off the light closing his eyes not thinking for a second about the ring missing from his hand. Isadora took her shower and dressed to open the cafe finding that the smile on her face just wouldn’t go away.

Geri had had about enough of her husband not returning her phone calls or text messages. She’d also had her fill of drinking in the kitchen of the Academy with Lilith on her left and Tereza on her right both trying to calm her. There was no calming for the short tempered Australian red head.She’d been bubbling over with rage since he walked out that door nearly five hours ago. Her son had tried to offer her some comfort saying that his dad just needed air and would come back. And maybe that was true but she doubted Alexander fully knew the circumstances that had gotten his father and her to this point. She knew that Alexander had heard his father mention having another daughter, though Alexander didn’t say anything to her. He was concealing whatever thoughts he had on that subject. She internally cursed her son for being like his father. For looking like a little clone of the man. And most importantly for being able to hide what he was thinking and feeling behind those cold blue eyes. She hadn’t seen her daughter once since Damon walked out. She was sure she’d heard Gina just before the door of the Academy had closed behind Damon. Like her Gina didn’t easily hide emotions which made Geri wonder what her daughter thought of all this, and given it seemed Gina was avoiding her she felt perhaps she’d been painted the bad guy. Not unexpected, her daughter always did seem to favor Damon being quite the daddy’s girl. Though if he was going to let that bastard be in his life how much attention would still be given to Gina or Alexander. Geri swallowed another gulp of brandy wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked at her phone and still nothing from him. “That’s it. I’m going to find that asshole and I’ll drag him back here dead or alive doesn’t matter to me. But I’ll be damned if he ignores me in favor of that whore and her bastard.”, Geri said slamming the glass to the counter the glass cracking under the pressure. “Geri you can’t go off like this. You are in no fit state to deal with this right now. Go upstairs and rest and get a clear head.”, Lilith suggested grabbing Geri’s arm. Geri looked at Lilith then at her hand letter her arm become aflame with her anger. Lilith quickly withdrew her hand as it was going to burn.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do Lilith. It’s not your husband that just walked out on you and your children.”, Geri glared. “No because I have never given Adien reason to. I didn’t manipulate him or tried to kill someone dear to him to get him.”, Lilith stated glaring right back. Geri lunged knocking Lilith to the ground pulling a fist back ready to start punching. As she moved to bring her fist down she found her arm restrained. “Let me go!”, Geri demanded her head quickly turning to let lose her anger at how dared to touch her. Her words dripped from her mouth as she stopped talking as she looked at the red skinned devil himself Azazel gripping her arm a look of discontent in his otherwise emotionless yellow eyes. “Enough Geri!”, Azazel said pulling her away from Lilith and tossing her back to the far side of the kitchen. “I do not give one fuck about your marriage and it’s problems. But right now Damon only walked out on you, that doesn’t concern me. If you however leave this building in pursuit of him to do any amount of bodily harm against the Academy’s healer, trainer, and most valued interrogator that becomes my concern. And any amount of attention your actions might get from local authorities becomes my concern. I will not have your unchecked anger and irrational actions bring attention to the Academy and ruin everything I’ve been working towards since Landon resolved the Wanda issue. So this is my only word on the subject. You do not leave this property. If you do then you will not be allowed to return and any of your actions will not be condoned or supported by any in the Academy. Do you understand me?”, Azazel hissed his voice firm and authoritative. Teresa blinked and watched as she helped Lilith to her feet. Geri glared at Azazel. “I understand.”, Geri said walking out of the kitchen. Azazel shook his head, she understood alright but he doubted she was going to heed his only warning.

Geri had begrudgingly gone up the stairs, stomping her feet as she did before slamming her bedroom door. She looked around the bedroom she’d shared all these long years with Damon and started to fume with anger. She walked to his dresser and started to dump his clothes into a pile then into his closet yanking the carefully pressed clothes from their hangers tossing them without a care into the pile. Next she gathered up any pictures of him from the room not even caring that all included their children. She then gathered up the few trophies he had and wrapped them all up with a blanket tying the bundle up and then crept down the back stairs not saying a word to anyone as she took the items into the back lawn and set the bundle down. Without a word spoke she held out a hand and shot a glowing green ball of fire into the bundle and took a step back smiling as the reflection of the flames danced over her dark green eyes. The smoke from the fire of course didn’t go unnoticed as the entire Academy flooded out the back to see what was going on. Geri standing still as stone just smiling as she watched her husband’s possessions burn. In her mind her thought was how it was going to feel to watch everything he held dear burn the same. His dojo, his friend, his bastard, his whore and lastly him. Alexander and Gina ran past everyone else in the crowd in the backyard to their mother. “What...what have you done?”, Gina demanded of her mother. “I’m burning all the things your father had here. It’s rather therapeutic.”, Geri said a distant and sinister coldness to her voice. Alexander looked at the pile of objects and then to his mother. He saw trophies, photos, clothes all sorts of objects belonging to his father bruning. The flames so hot the metal of the trophies starting to melt.

He saw one item the flames had not officially touched yet, as it was tucked into a trophy’s cup but the flames were starting to lick at the dark blue silk scarf. Without hesitation or concern for himself Alexander reached into the flames winching a little as his skin started to blister and burn and pulled back his arm the scarf clutched in his hand. He never knew the significance of the scarf but he knew it held some deep meaning to his father as he wore it without fail everyday at the dojo and to every tournament. And perhaps it was something of like a lucky charm or perhaps not it didn’t matter, Alexander knew it was dear to his father and so he saved it from the burning pile. Geri paid no attention as her son reached into the flames, she had no reason to worry or care he had his father's healing he’d be fine. Talia raced over having seen Alexander reach into the flames. She grabbed his arm, oddly gently for her, and looked at the blisters and burns watching at they faded and his delicate cream skin rejuvenated. She looked in his hand to the scarf and then hit him on the side of the head. “Don’t you EVER scare me like that again Alexander Damon Petridis! I don’t care if you are a healer you risked your skin literally for a fucking scarf!? “, Talia berated him. Alexander smiled and tucked the scarf into his pocked. “Aw Daimónissa you do love me.”, he teased kissing her cheek. “The scarf is important to my father, I had to save at least something.”, Alexander explained. Vin had rushed through the crowd along with his son Kevin the pair holding up their hands and a small rain clouded formed over the burning pile and a heavy rain poured down over the flames smothering them leaving just a smoldering pile of half melted trophies along with ashes of clothes and photographs.

Geri said no words but turned and slipped through the crowd that had formed. Alexander and Gina both turned and looked for their mother. The pair running into the Academy and searching for her. “Where did she go?”, Alexander asked. Gina gulped. “Looking for dad and probably Zoe…”, Gina said covering her mouth as soon as she said their sister’s name. Alexander looked at his little sister. “What? Who’s Zoe?”, Alexander demanded. he didn’t find the idea their mother was about to go hunt their father down a shock. “Zoe is...well...that’s her name. Our..um...er...sister’s.”, Gina explained. “How the hell do you know that Gina?”, Alexander demanded. “Well Sebastian told me.”, Gina said softly. “Sebastian? Sebastian Bryant-Frost? How would he even know who are sister is?”, Alexander asked. “Um well I texted him. I needed someone outside of the Academy to talk to about what was happening with mom and dad’s fight. And he said that our sister Zoe had arrived at the Haven tonight. He knew her to be our sister because...well because she looks like you and daddy.”, Gina explained. Alexander rang a hand over his face. “Okay so she’s at the Haven where mom can’t touch her. Where’s dad?”, Alexander asked thinking perhaps his little sister the daddy’s girl that she is would know. “He’s not at the Haven. I asked Sebastian he said only Zoe arrived. Daddy won’t tell me where he is, just that I shouldn’t worry and he’ll be fine. What did mom do? To make dad this angry?”, Gina asked.

Alexander sighed and placed a hand on his sister’s shoulder. “What I got from the fight was dad apparently loved Zoe’s mom, mom didn’t like that, so she tried to have them killed and when that didn’t work just covered it up so he thought the woman was dead and no knowledge of the child.”, Alexander explained. Gina’s soft green eyes went wide and watered a little. “Oh my god. I mean I know mom’s the jealous type. And yeah killing the competition for dad’s heart doesn’t seem beneath her. But to kill his child. I mean she’s older than you so obviously she’s the first born. So to kill the firstborn Petridis...the curse would end and dad along with the ancestors would never come back.”, Gina said her voice low a little shocked by the revelation. Alexander nodded. “Which is part of why dad is so upset, but the way he talked he’s still in love with that other woman. We should go to bed though Gina. Dad will be safe, mom’s not capable of killing him. Her powers might be strong but his healing is stronger. And if Zoe is at the Haven she won’t come to harm because the people there will guard her.”, Alexander said putting an arm around his sister. “Daddy will come back, at least to us. He said he would. He loves us and a new child stepping out from the shadows won’t change that. Right?”, Gina asked as her brother escorted her upstairs. “Of course it won’t. Dad may not care for mom as he seems to this other woman, but he loves us and wouldn’t walk out or forsake us.”, Alexander assured. His words giving Gina some comfort as she went to bed still worried about the state of her family.

Geri had heard Azazel’s warning but didn’t care. She wanted her revenge. And she’d have it no matter the cost. Her first stop from the Academy was the Dojo. She didn’t have the keys and it was closed up tight. However that didn’t stop her. She found a way up to the roof, as the building itself was made of brick which wouldn’t burn as easily. Once up on the roof, she had drawn the attention of some people walking by the dojo being relatively close to the train station. She however paid no attention to the gawks of these onlookers as she burned a hole in the roof of the building and started shooting her radiation laced fireballs into the dojo below. One onlooker at least had the sense to call 9-1-1 to report the arson in progress, though the security alarms of the dojo had already notified the authorities of what was happening. With the insides sufficiently on fire Geri jumped off the building to the alley behind the dojo and back to her car. Now she needed to find her husband and his bastard child. And she could think of only one place to start, that godforsaken meatsack friend of his Alec D’Amour who had been friends with that whore Damon loved. She had thought to check the Haven, but knew Damon well enough to know he’d never hide there. That would mark him and he wouldn't take that risk. Plus torturing the meatsack would give her some pleasure. This was after all the human who’d constantly called her a cagna, which she looked up to learn meant bitch in Italian amongst other swears in Italian he’d used over the last eighteen years. She would enjoy this very much.

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Damon smiled. “Hmm… if you were here? Lord where to start? I know where I’d start. Kissing up the contour of your neck to your ear, nibbling softly at the lobe. Letting my arms just hold you close not wanting to let you go again. I’d whisper in your ear like I used to ‘Ti amo. Mi sei mancato.’ (I love you. I've missed you.)”, he started imagining it in his head. “Mmm fenice. I can almost feel the warmth of your breath on my neck and against my ear. Ti amo.”, she said softly. “To help with this can I ask what you are wearing? You already know all I’ve got is a towel.”, Damon questioned. Isadora bit her lip did she lie or just say the truth. “It’s nothing fancy, just a thin white cotton v neck nightgown with thin straps that goes to my knees.”, she answered still speaking softly a mixture of her now normal volume but also that somehow in the back of her mind she worried of being caught even when no one could catch them. Damon let out a sigh as the image of her in the nightgown filled his mind. “It never has to be fancy my love, all it needs to be is you. And thank you, because now the image of you in a thin white nightgown is in my head. Which based on that means your shoulders are basically exposed.”, Damon smiled. “Yes they are…”, Isadora confirmed. “Mmm….to let my hands brush over that soft skin again pushing those things straps to the side my lips trail down your neck kissing along one shoulder. My hands sliding down your sides to the hem of the nightgown.”, He described keeping his eyes closed his hand starting to trail down his own body as he spoke.

Isadora sighed softly letting her imagination take her away. “Mmm…fenice. What I would give to run a hand along your chest, tracing the outline of your muscles. Running my other hand through your beautiful white hair.”, Isadora whispered softly. Damon moaned a little his memory and imagination bringing the sensation to life. Remembering how it felt to have her hands on his chest and in his hair. “ángelos (angel)...”, he whispered. “Mmmm…running my hands down your legs a little further than the hem of your nightgown before bringing them slowly back up and venturing under your nightgown. Raising the nightgown the higher my hands went. Kissing down from your shoulder, kissing and nibbling along the v of the nightgown.”, Damon continued his voice hushed. His own hand had stopped at the towel wrapped around his waist that was already loosened from his arousal. Isadora bit at her bottom lip letting her own hand slide down her body raising the hem of her nightgown as he described doing just that with his hand. “Fenice…”, she moaned softly her hand rubbing at her inner thigh. “Bringing one hand out from under your nightgown to pull down at the top giving my lips access to your breasts. Letting my tongue run a clockwise circle circling inward to your nipple flicking at it , I remember how that would get them to harden, before taking your nipple into my mouth to nibble and suckle as my hand massaged your other breast lightly pinching the other nipple between my thumb and index fingers.”, he continued with his description as his hand disappeared into the fold of the towel.
“Damon…god you still give me the shivers just thinking about your touch. Oh to feel you pressed closed to me. Your warm breath and kisses along my body. Getting to run my hands on your shoulders cupping the back of your head arching against your mouth wanting more.”, she said her voice trailing into another moan. Her hand moving higher on her thigh the back of her mind a small voice saying this was wrong but the louder booming voice not caring. “Oh ángelos….”, Damon moaned his voice sounding a bit husky. “My hand under your nightgown finding its way up those silken, don’t argue with me on the term, thighs reaching your pussy. Letting my fingers tease rubbing along your labia and pressing against the top of your opening rubbing in a tiny circle.”, he described. “Mmmm Damon…”, she moaned letting her hand to start rub at the outside of her womanhood. “Is this wrong?”, she whispered. “I’m here a hand up my nightgown thinking of you and you’re there doing I don’t know what but I’m hoping thinking of me whatever you are doing.”, she explained. “I don’t care if it’s wrong. Right now this is the closest I’m getting to you. And I want you this bad, have wanted you for so long. And you are doing about the same as I am. I’ve got my hand under this towel my mind consumed with you. Consumed with wanting to touch you, wanting to kiss you, wanting to make love to you. To feel your body pressed against mine again. To press my fingers inside of you getting you ready, kissing down your body and to get to taste you again. And keep alternating and combining those two till you beg me to take you.”, Damon countered.

He didn’t care that this was probably wrong, that as a married man he shouldn’t be here in a hotel wedding ring off having phone sex with his ex. Isadora moaned softly at his words as she let her fingers move starting to play and stroke at herself. She could easily imagine the sensation of what he described as he’d done that to her before, he liked to bring her to the brink before giving her what she wanted. “Oh god...Fenice…”, she moaned her breathing becoming strained as she closed her eyes letting her imagination run rampant as she pleasured herself thinking of him. Hearing her moaning and how her breathing had changed Damon couldn’t help but smile knowing what she was doing. He groaned a little at the image of her pleasuring herself those eight long hours away. His hand gripping his shaft moving in it’s own rhythm as he thought of her. There didn't seem to be the need for further descriptions between them. Both hearing the moans, groans and soft cries along with the irregular breathing of the other knowing that at that moment they were both thinking of each other as they sought mutual satisfaction. Satisfaction from a need, a want, a desire that had built up over the last nineteen years they’d been separated. “D...Damon…”, her strained voice cried out as she reached her climax. Over nineteen years she’d pleasured herself more than she’d probably admit and often to memories of him. But this, this was very different this time he was on the other end of the phone pleasing himself too. Damon’s breathing was low and erratic he could feel his heart beating at a pace that under other circumstances would be unhealthy. His hand moving vigorously as he heard her strained cry of his name . “Isa...Isadora… Ti amo.”, his husky voice called out as he found release.

“Ti amo, my fenice….”, Isadora whispered her breathing starting to return to normal. Damon sighed letting his breathing regulate as he used the towel he’d had to clean up. “And I need another shower…”, Damon teased. Isadora laughed and looked at the time, it was nearly 4 soon she’d need to get dressed and go down to the cafe to ready for the morning. “That makes two of us. You at least already had a towel for cleaning up.”, she commented. “Very true. If I was closer I’d offer to clean you up.”,he smirked. Isadora raised an eyebrow then laughed not daring to ask how he planned to ‘clean’ her up having a couple ideas what he could mean and blushed a little at those ideas. “Mmm well maybe another time?”, she suggested. Damon sighed as reality started to creep into his mind as she said ‘another time’. “I..I sincerely hope there is another time just more in person. I just need. I need to figure out what I’m doing.”, he sighed. Isadora had been completely washed away with the moment they’d shared and just like him reality was setting back in. He was married with two children and a world away. There couldn’t be another time. “We probably won’t get another time and even less likely for in person Damon. We need to face reality. You are married, with two beautiful children, and have a life there. Zoe and I, mostly me, don’t belong in that life.”, she said softly. “Isadora… I love you. After nineteen years I’ve finally found you again. I am not letting you disappear from my life again. I don’t know the specifics of what I’m going to do. I know I can’t forgive Geri for what she’s done. So I’ll see about talking to a lawyer tomorrow. Determine what I can do and how things would be handled in regards to my kids. Alexander will be going to college so that’s not a huge issue but Gina is only going to be fourteen. What I know is I want you in my life again. I don’t care where I have to go. If it’s means going to Florence I will.”, Damon said.

Isadora smiled a little. “I couldn’t take you from your life there, from your children and your dojo. If...if after you have decided what you wish to do in regards to Geri and you still want me...I could...I could come to Bayville. Zoe has wanted to live in America for some years now and there’s a few people interested in buying my business.”, Isadora offered. “I have wanted you since the first time I set my eyes on you Isadora and that hasn’t changed and won’t change. I’ll figure speak with a lawyer and figure things out. Then once that’s settled we can figure out what will happen. I wouldn’t leave Gina behind, I couldn’t do that she’s my baby, my pouláki, little bird. I think she’d actually enjoy the idea of going to Italy. Though I’ve never taught her Italian. Unless I speak with Alec and don’t want the words to be understood I don’t generally use Italian anymore. Geri got annoyed because it reminded her of you, I think. I did teach my children Greek.”, Damon explained. “Aw. You call her little bird? I call Zoe uccellino.”, Isadora said. “I know I called her that tonight when I dropped her off at the Haven and she told me that you call her that too. Great minds I suppose. None the less I will not spend any more time separated from you and Zoe but not at the expense of being with Alexander and Gina.”, he said. “It’s getting late there and early here. You get things figured out on your end and I will go wherever you want me to be. For now I’m going to go shower and get ready to open the cafe.”, she said getting up from the couch. Damon sighed. “Alright. We’ll get this figured out. You feel free to think of me in the shower, or anytime you want. I’ll talk to you again soon. I love you. Caio, Isadora.”, Damon said. Isadora laughed and shook her head. “And you feel free to dream about me or think of me anytime you want. I love you too. Caio, Damon.”, Isadora smiled as the call ended. Damon didn’t bother with the shower and just climbed under the blankets ignore the messages that kept his phone buzzing as he turned off the light closing his eyes not thinking for a second about the ring missing from his hand. Isadora took her shower and dressed to open the cafe finding that the smile on her face just wouldn’t go away.

Geri had had about enough of her husband not returning her phone calls or text messages. She’d also had her fill of drinking in the kitchen of the Academy with Lilith on her left and Tereza on her right both trying to calm her. There was no calming for the short tempered Australian red head.She’d been bubbling over with rage since he walked out that door nearly five hours ago. Her son had tried to offer her some comfort saying that his dad just needed air and would come back. And maybe that was true but she doubted Alexander fully knew the circumstances that had gotten his father and her to this point. She knew that Alexander had heard his father mention having another daughter, though Alexander didn’t say anything to her. He was concealing whatever thoughts he had on that subject. She internally cursed her son for being like his father. For looking like a little clone of the man. And most importantly for being able to hide what he was thinking and feeling behind those cold blue eyes. She hadn’t seen her daughter once since Damon walked out. She was sure she’d heard Gina just before the door of the Academy had closed behind Damon. Like her Gina didn’t easily hide emotions which made Geri wonder what her daughter thought of all this, and given it seemed Gina was avoiding her she felt perhaps she’d been painted the bad guy. Not unexpected, her daughter always did seem to favor Damon being quite the daddy’s girl. Though if he was going to let that bastard be in his life how much attention would still be given to Gina or Alexander. Geri swallowed another gulp of brandy wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked at her phone and still nothing from him. “That’s it. I’m going to find that asshole and I’ll drag him back here dead or alive doesn’t matter to me. But I’ll be damned if he ignores me in favor of that whore and her bastard.”, Geri said slamming the glass to the counter the glass cracking under the pressure. “Geri you can’t go off like this. You are in no fit state to deal with this right now. Go upstairs and rest and get a clear head.”, Lilith suggested grabbing Geri’s arm. Geri looked at Lilith then at her hand letter her arm become aflame with her anger. Lilith quickly withdrew her hand as it was going to burn.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do Lilith. It’s not your husband that just walked out on you and your children.”, Geri glared. “No because I have never given Adien reason to. I didn’t manipulate him or tried to kill someone dear to him to get him.”, Lilith stated glaring right back. Geri lunged knocking Lilith to the ground pulling a fist back ready to start punching. As she moved to bring her fist down she found her arm restrained. “Let me go!”, Geri demanded her head quickly turning to let lose her anger at how dared to touch her. Her words dripped from her mouth as she stopped talking as she looked at the red skinned devil himself Azazel gripping her arm a look of discontent in his otherwise emotionless yellow eyes. “Enough Geri!”, Azazel said pulling her away from Lilith and tossing her back to the far side of the kitchen. “I do not give one fuck about your marriage and it’s problems. But right now Damon only walked out on you, that doesn’t concern me. If you however leave this building in pursuit of him to do any amount of bodily harm against the Academy’s healer, trainer, and most valued interrogator that becomes my concern. And any amount of attention your actions might get from local authorities becomes my concern. I will not have your unchecked anger and irrational actions bring attention to the Academy and ruin everything I’ve been working towards since Landon resolved the Wanda issue. So this is my only word on the subject. You do not leave this property. If you do then you will not be allowed to return and any of your actions will not be condoned or supported by any in the Academy. Do you understand me?”, Azazel hissed his voice firm and authoritative. Teresa blinked and watched as she helped Lilith to her feet. Geri glared at Azazel. “I understand.”, Geri said walking out of the kitchen. Azazel shook his head, she understood alright but he doubted she was going to heed his only warning.

Geri had begrudgingly gone up the stairs, stomping her feet as she did before slamming her bedroom door. She looked around the bedroom she’d shared all these long years with Damon and started to fume with anger. She walked to his dresser and started to dump his clothes into a pile then into his closet yanking the carefully pressed clothes from their hangers tossing them without a care into the pile. Next she gathered up any pictures of him from the room not even caring that all included their children. She then gathered up the few trophies he had and wrapped them all up with a blanket tying the bundle up and then crept down the back stairs not saying a word to anyone as she took the items into the back lawn and set the bundle down. Without a word spoke she held out a hand and shot a glowing green ball of fire into the bundle and took a step back smiling as the reflection of the flames danced over her dark green eyes. The smoke from the fire of course didn’t go unnoticed as the entire Academy flooded out the back to see what was going on. Geri standing still as stone just smiling as she watched her husband’s possessions burn. In her mind her thought was how it was going to feel to watch everything he held dear burn the same. His dojo, his friend, his bastard, his whore and lastly him. Alexander and Gina ran past everyone else in the crowd in the backyard to their mother. “What...what have you done?”, Gina demanded of her mother. “I’m burning all the things your father had here. It’s rather therapeutic.”, Geri said a distant and sinister coldness to her voice. Alexander looked at the pile of objects and then to his mother. He saw trophies, photos, clothes all sorts of objects belonging to his father bruning. The flames so hot the metal of the trophies starting to melt.

He saw one item the flames had not officially touched yet, as it was tucked into a trophy’s cup but the flames were starting to lick at the dark blue silk scarf. Without hesitation or concern for himself Alexander reached into the flames winching a little as his skin started to blister and burn and pulled back his arm the scarf clutched in his hand. He never knew the significance of the scarf but he knew it held some deep meaning to his father as he wore it without fail everyday at the dojo and to every tournament. And perhaps it was something of like a lucky charm or perhaps not it didn’t matter, Alexander knew it was dear to his father and so he saved it from the burning pile. Geri paid no attention as her son reached into the flames, she had no reason to worry or care he had his father's healing he’d be fine. Talia raced over having seen Alexander reach into the flames. She grabbed his arm, oddly gently for her, and looked at the blisters and burns watching at they faded and his delicate cream skin rejuvenated. She looked in his hand to the scarf and then hit him on the side of the head. “Don’t you EVER scare me like that again Alexander Damon Petridis! I don’t care if you are a healer you risked your skin literally for a fucking scarf!? “, Talia berated him. Alexander smiled and tucked the scarf into his pocked. “Aw Daimónissa you do love me.”, he teased kissing her cheek. “The scarf is important to my father, I had to save at least something.”, Alexander explained. Vin had rushed through the crowd along with his son Kevin the pair holding up their hands and a small rain clouded formed over the burning pile and a heavy rain poured down over the flames smothering them leaving just a smoldering pile of half melted trophies along with ashes of clothes and photographs.

Geri said no words but turned and slipped through the crowd that had formed. Alexander and Gina both turned and looked for their mother. The pair running into the Academy and searching for her. “Where did she go?”, Alexander asked. Gina gulped. “Looking for dad and probably Zoe…”, Gina said covering her mouth as soon as she said their sister’s name. Alexander looked at his little sister. “What? Who’s Zoe?”, Alexander demanded. he didn’t find the idea their mother was about to go hunt their father down a shock. “Zoe is...well...that’s her name. Our..um...er...sister’s.”, Gina explained. “How the hell do you know that Gina?”, Alexander demanded. “Well Sebastian told me.”, Gina said softly. “Sebastian? Sebastian Bryant-Frost? How would he even know who are sister is?”, Alexander asked. “Um well I texted him. I needed someone outside of the Academy to talk to about what was happening with mom and dad’s fight. And he said that our sister Zoe had arrived at the Haven tonight. He knew her to be our sister because...well because she looks like you and daddy.”, Gina explained. Alexander rang a hand over his face. “Okay so she’s at the Haven where mom can’t touch her. Where’s dad?”, Alexander asked thinking perhaps his little sister the daddy’s girl that she is would know. “He’s not at the Haven. I asked Sebastian he said only Zoe arrived. Daddy won’t tell me where he is, just that I shouldn’t worry and he’ll be fine. What did mom do? To make dad this angry?”, Gina asked.

Alexander sighed and placed a hand on his sister’s shoulder. “What I got from the fight was dad apparently loved Zoe’s mom, mom didn’t like that, so she tried to have them killed and when that didn’t work just covered it up so he thought the woman was dead and no knowledge of the child.”, Alexander explained. Gina’s soft green eyes went wide and watered a little. “Oh my god. I mean I know mom’s the jealous type. And yeah killing the competition for dad’s heart doesn’t seem beneath her. But to kill his child. I mean she’s older than you so obviously she’s the first born. So to kill the firstborn Petridis...the curse would end and dad along with the ancestors would never come back.”, Gina said her voice low a little shocked by the revelation. Alexander nodded. “Which is part of why dad is so upset, but the way he talked he’s still in love with that other woman. We should go to bed though Gina. Dad will be safe, mom’s not capable of killing him. Her powers might be strong but his healing is stronger. And if Zoe is at the Haven she won’t come to harm because the people there will guard her.”, Alexander said putting an arm around his sister. “Daddy will come back, at least to us. He said he would. He loves us and a new child stepping out from the shadows won’t change that. Right?”, Gina asked as her brother escorted her upstairs. “Of course it won’t. Dad may not care for mom as he seems to this other woman, but he loves us and wouldn’t walk out or forsake us.”, Alexander assured. His words giving Gina some comfort as she went to bed still worried about the state of her family.

Geri had heard Azazel’s warning but didn’t care. She wanted her revenge. And she’d have it no matter the cost. Her first stop from the Academy was the Dojo. She didn’t have the keys and it was closed up tight. However that didn’t stop her. She found a way up to the roof, as the building itself was made of brick which wouldn’t burn as easily. Once up on the roof, she had drawn the attention of some people walking by the dojo being relatively close to the train station. She however paid no attention to the gawks of these onlookers as she burned a hole in the roof of the building and started shooting her radiation laced fireballs into the dojo below. One onlooker at least had the sense to call 9-1-1 to report the arson in progress, though the security alarms of the dojo had already notified the authorities of what was happening. With the insides sufficiently on fire Geri jumped off the building to the alley behind the dojo and back to her car. Now she needed to find her husband and his bastard child. And she could think of only one place to start, that godforsaken meatsack friend of his Alec D’Amour who had been friends with that whore Damon loved. She had thought to check the Haven, but knew Damon well enough to know he’d never hide there. That would mark him and he wouldn't take that risk. Plus torturing the meatsack would give her some pleasure. This was after all the human who’d constantly called her a cagna, which she looked up to learn meant bitch in Italian amongst other swears in Italian he’d used over the last eighteen years. She would enjoy this very much.