Deadly Silence (complete) Chapter 109

The fear in the girl’s eyes as she woke and felt the blade against her throat had Gabriel smirking with satisfaction. *Good. Let’s give you a taste of real fear.*

“Wh-who are you?” She managed to squeak, throat moving in such a way this knife almost cut through her skin without him needing to do anything. Not wanting to accidentally harm the girl, Gabriel pulled back just a bit.

“That’s not what you should be asking,” he told her, carefully keeping a bored tone to his voice. “Try ‘why are you here’ and see where it gets you.” Abigail shifted just a bit and he gave her throat a tap with the flat of his knife. “Ah, ah, ah. Let’s not try anything. If you do as you’re told I won’t need to leave so much as a scratch on your pretty little face.”

She swallowed again, but there was a look in her eyes that told Gabriel she wasn’t going to be so easily cowed. The initial shock of finding a strange man standing over her had begun to wear off, replaced by what he could only describe as annoyance. “Why are you here?”

“Because you did something you shouldn’t have,” he replied. “You see… people like you piss me off. Preying on those you see as weak, as beneath you? Abhorrent.”

“Who are you to judge,” she shot back, earning another tap from the flat of his knife.

“Easy, girl. I may seem lenient but I would love nothing more than to carve up that face of yours right now.” That statement wasn’t exactly a lie — maybe a little, but that was because he’d been ordered not to do anything in that vein — but for a teen who had photos of herself everywhere the implied threat was more than effective at shutting her up.

“Wh-what did I do?” She asked after a moment. “I didn’t do anything to you, I swear. I’m being framed.”

It was hard to keep his amusement from showing on his face as he reached over and turned on the bedside lamp so they could better see the other. He wasn’t worried about her seeing his face; her parents would make sure she kept her silence if she tried anything. “Do you recognize me?” He asked once Abigail had stopped squinting against the sudden light.

“Why would I?”

Her arrogant tone was beginning to grate on his nerves. *Definitely a good thing I’m dealing with her instead of Bass*.

Gabriel supposed he didn’t really look like Laurent, who was fine boned, but more like Sebastian. Tall and broad, or whatever people wanted to call it. If anything, Laurent and Vivian looked the most alike, which begged the question of how this girl hadn’t put two and two together. Instead, she’d actually said, out loud, that Vivian was pursuing Laurent in a romantic way. That statement alone was enough to know Abigail was full of shit.

But Vivian had refused to allow it to be used as leverage. It wasn’t enough, she’d told their father. Gabriel wondered how his sister could be so lenient with this garbage of a human.

Gabriel sat on the edge of the bed, removing his knife from her throat to play with it as she watched. The image he was giving off was important; he needed to look like he didn’t have a care in the world and was in full control, which was why he turned his head just a bit and twirled the knife between his fingers to watch the light dance off the blade. The girl stayed in his range of vision and though it looked like he wasn’t paying attention to her at all she was the only thing he was focused on. “Do you know what your parents do for a living, Abigail Demoine?”

“Dad’s in finance,” she retorted, slowly pushing herself into a seated position, her eyes glued to his hunting knife.

“Yes, and no,” Gabriel chuckled. “Your father works for someone who is very unhappy with the way you’ve treated a certain student at your school.”

Confusion passed over the girl’s face before realization happened and her jaw dropped. “You’re joking. There’s no way!”

“I’m very serious, and there’s every way,” he laughed this time, knife suddenly in the palm of his hand as he held it out so the tip hovered so close to her throat if she so much as twitched it would draw blood. “You made an enemy of the person who provides for your family — the person responsible for the privileged life you so enjoy.”

“But… but she’s a nobody!” Abigail stuttered, trying to move away from the knife but he made sure to follow every one of her moves. “There’s no one with that last name who’s anyone in this city.”

Gabriel chuckled, pulling the knife back again before resting his hands in his lap. “That’s true, but who said they share a last name? What if she’s purposefully hiding who she is so bottom feeders like you and your family won’t try and take advantage of her position?”

A flash of anger crossed Abigail’s face at the bottom feeder comment, but it was replaced with fear as he lifted the knife an inch from his lap.

“S-so you’re saying…”

“Vivian St Peters is under our protection. You try anything against her again and … well…” he let out a breath before plastering the biggest shit eating grin on his face, “how well do you think you’ll get by when your parents are out of a job? And when they just can’t seem to find employment *anywhere* in the city? You’d have to drop out of your prestigious school before you can graduate, probably be forced to get a part-time job at some fast food franchise or retail store to get by since neither of your parents will be able to find decent jobs…”

The longer he spoke the more pronounced the look of horror on Abigail’s face became, bringing Gabriel a great sense of satisfaction. The best part was how every word he said was the truth; his father would do just that and more. *I almost want you to fuck up just to see you hit rock bottom*, he silently said to himself as he watched the horror turn to panic. *Since I’m not allowed to beat you to a pulp for daring to go after my sister, this will have to do*.

“Okay, okay! I get it. She… I won’t bother her ever again. Just, just don’t take it out on my family.”

“Good girl,” he cooed, switching his knife to the other hand so he could give her head a condescending pat, as though she were a dog who finally learned a basic command. “If you so much as look her way and I hear about it I’ll be back for another visit.”

“Your boss could have just told me over the phone instead of sending you,” she retorted, swatting his hand away. Her actions amused Gabriel, but her statement confused him.

“You expect my *boss* to call you?” Saying it out loud without laughing was almost impossible and Gabriel couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. Samuel calling some girl and threatening her over the phone? That would never happen, though he kind of wished it would — for entertainment purposes.

She gave him a confused look, brow furrowed as though something he said didn’t make sense. “Well, yeah, he called earlier but just went ‘who are you’ before hanging up. That’s how you found me, isn’t it?”