AI The door creaked open, revealing a sliver of warm light that spilled onto the dimly lit staircase. Aurora Carter stood in the doorway, her bright blue eyes widening in surprise as she recognised the figure standing before her. The scent of old books and something faintly metallic wafted out from the flat, mingling with the damp London air.
"Lucien," she breathed, her grip tightening around the door handle. The name felt strange on her lips, like a half-remembered dream.
Lucien Moreau offered a small, enigmatic smile, his heterochromatic eyes reflecting the dim light. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his ivory-handled cane tapping a steady rhythm against the worn wooden floor. "Aurora," he acknowledged, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "Or should I call you Rory?"
Aurora's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze flickering to the cane before meeting his eyes again. "What are you doing here, Lucien?" she asked, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. She could see the faint scar on his left eyebrow , a remnant of their shared past, and felt a pang of something she couldn't quite name .
Lucien's smile didn't waver, but his eyes darkened slightly . "Can't a friend visit an old friend without an ulterior motive?" he countered, his French accent more pronounced than she remembered.
Aurora scoffed, stepping aside to let him in. "We both know that's not how this works," she said, her voice low . As he brushed past her, she caught a whiff of his cologne—something expensive and distinctly masculine. It stirred memories she had tried hard to forget.
The flat was small, cluttered with books and scrolls, every surface covered in notes and research. A tabby cat, Ptolemy, lounged on the armchair, his green eyes watching Lucien with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
Lucien's gaze swept over the room, taking in the details. "Still living above a curry house, I see," he commented, his voice laced with amusement.
Aurora closed the door behind him, her eyes narrowing. "Still playing the mysterious stranger, I see," she shot back, her voice sharp. "What do you want, Lucien?"
Lucien turned to face her, his expression softening slightly . "Can't I just want to see you, Rory?" he asked, his voice gentle . "It's been a long time."
Aurora crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes searching his face. "It has," she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper . "But things didn't end well between us."
Lucien's gaze dropped to her left wrist, to the small crescent-shaped scar that she had tried so hard to hide. "I know," he said softly . "And I'm sorry for that."
Aurora looked away, her eyes flickering to the window. The sounds of Brick Lane filtered in—laughter, the clatter of dishes, the distant hum of traffic. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Why are you here, Lucien?" she asked again, her voice firmer this time.
Lucien sighed, running a hand through his slicked-back platinum blond hair. "I need your help, Rory," he admitted, his voice low . "There are things happening in the underworld—things that I can't handle alone."
Aurora's eyes widened in surprise. "You? Need help?" she scoffed, her voice laced with disbelief. "The last time I checked, you were the one who always had everything under control."
Lucien's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with something unreadable . "Things change, Rory," he said, his voice low . "And I need your help."
Aurora looked away, her mind racing . She had left that life behind, had tried to forget the darkness that had once consumed her. But now, here was Lucien, standing in her flat, asking for her help. She felt a pang of something—fear, perhaps, or excitement. She wasn't sure.
"Tell me what's going on," she said finally, her voice steady . "And then we'll see."
Lucien nodded, his expression serious. "There are people in the underworld who are trying to gain control," he explained, his voice low . "They're using dark magic, Rory—magic that I can't fight alone."
Aurora's eyes widened in shock. "Dark magic?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper . "But that's—"
"Impossible?" Lucien finished for her, his voice bitter. "Not anymore, it's not."
Aurora looked away, her mind racing . She had seen the darkness that lurked in the underworld, had felt its icy tendrils reaching out to claim her. She had fought against it, had tried to escape it. But now, it seemed, it had found her again.
"Alright," she said finally, her voice steady . "I'll help you. But on one condition."
Lucien raised an eyebrow , his expression curious. "And what's that?" he asked, his voice low .
Aurora met his gaze, her eyes steady. "You tell me everything," she said, her voice firm . "No more secrets, Lucien. No more lies."
Lucien nodded, his expression serious. "Deal," he said, his voice low . "But Rory—"
"Don't," she interrupted, her voice sharp . "Just tell me what's going on. And then we'll see."
Lucien sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright," he said, his voice low . "But Rory, there's something you should know—"
A sudden noise from the hallway cut him off, the sound of footsteps echoing down the stairs. Aurora's eyes widened in alarm, her hand flying to the door. "Someone's coming," she hissed, her voice low .
Lucien's expression darkened, his hand reaching for the blade hidden in his cane. "Stay here," he ordered, his voice low . "I'll handle this."
But Aurora was already moving, her hand reaching for the door. "No," she said, her voice firm . "This is my flat. My rules."
Lucien's eyes flashed with something unreadable , but he nodded, stepping aside to let her pass. Aurora opened the door, her heart pounding in her chest as she stepped out into the hallway. The footsteps grew louder, echoing down the stairs, and she braced herself for whatever was to come.
But as the figure rounded the corner, she let out a sigh of relief. It was only Eva, her childhood friend, her eyes wide with surprise as she took in the scene before her.
"Rory?" she asked, her voice hesitant . "Everything alright?"
Aurora nodded, forcing a smile. "Fine," she said, her voice steady . "Just... catching up with an old friend."
Eva's eyes flickered to Lucien, her expression curious. "An old friend, huh?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement. "Well, don't let me interrupt. I just came to drop off some groceries."
Aurora took the bag from her, her eyes meeting Lucien's over Eva's shoulder. "Thanks, Eva," she said, her voice soft . "I'll see you later, okay?"
Eva nodded, her eyes lingering on Lucien for a moment longer before she turned and disappeared down the stairs. Aurora closed the door behind her, her heart still pounding in her chest.
"Well," she said, turning to face Lucien . "That was... interesting."
Lucien's expression was unreadable , his eyes dark and intense. "Who was that?" he asked, his voice low .
Aurora sighed, running a hand through her straight shoulder-length black hair. "Just an old friend," she said, her voice soft . "Now, are you going to tell me what's really going on, or are we just going to stand here all night?"
Lucien's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with something unreadable . "Fine," he said, his voice low . "But Rory, there's something you should know—"
A sudden noise from the flat below cut him off, the sound of shattering glass echoing up through the floorboards. Aurora's eyes widened in alarm, her hand flying to the door. "What was that?" she asked, her voice low .
Lucien's expression darkened, his hand reaching for the blade hidden in his cane. "Trouble," he said, his voice low . "And it's here."
Aurora's heart pounded in her chest as she followed Lucien out into the hallway, the sounds of chaos echoing up from below. She had a feeling that her life was about to change forever, and she wasn't sure if she was ready for it. But as she looked at Lucien, his expression dark and intense, she knew that she had no choice. She had to face whatever was coming , and she had to do it with him by her side.
As they descended the stairs, the sounds of chaos grew louder, the scent of smoke and something metallic filling the air. Aurora's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the scene before her—the flat below hers was in ruins, the furniture smashed, the walls covered in blood. And standing in the midst of it all was a figure cloaked in darkness, his eyes glowing with an eerie light.
"Lucien," Aurora whispered, her voice barely audible . "What is that?"
Lucien's expression darkened, his hand tightening around the blade in his cane. "That," he said, his voice low , "is what we're up against."
And with that, he stepped forward, his blade glinting in the dim light as he prepared to face the darkness head-on. Aurora took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She had no idea what the future held, but she knew one thing for certain—she was in this now, and she wasn't going to back down without a fight.