Sitting there with Nick in this cold damp place that smelled of mold felt good. I could feel his warm power blanketing me, like a reassuring hug as we read his grandfather's journal. The dates were progressively getting closer to the day of his death, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It was the dribble of an old phantom wanting perfection. It felt like he wasn't really paying attention to his own writing.

It had gone from tight organized thoughts to one of a disjointed manner. Nick even says, 'This wasn't my grandfather.'

This makes me jerk and I look up at him as he explains, 'Till the day he died, he was sharp, always calculating. I hadn't been there for the day of his death. I was in Alexandria studying with my tutor. This here is just... I don't know fluff.'

'Fluff?'

'He's going through the motions.'

'When was the last time you say your grandfather?' I ask looking up at the pinched expression on Nick's face.

I watch as he looks up at the ceiling and murmurs, 'I want to say several years before his death. He and my father had grown quite distant over the years after I turned 75. Zoran was constantly pushing my father. Vlad had seemed nervous a lot of the time around him and had left he family estate in Romania.'

'So Zoran never talked to you about any of his thoughts regarding this?'

Nick shakes his head and replies with a frown, 'My grandfather was many things but forethcoming wasn't one of them.'

I look at him and I feel something inside my gut twist. His frown remained as he looked down at the journal. I watched his eyes continue to scan the writing. But there was something there, something in the back of my mind that nagged at me.

But I don't dwell on it as I turn back to the journal. It wasn't long before we came to the last entry, the date two days before his death. It was nothing interesting. In fact it was talking about the weather and how fine it was. Nick shakes his head and growls, 'This may be my grandfather's hand writing but this isn't the mind of Zoran.'

'Do you think it's faked?'

'No, I see his writing ticks. So it was him writing it. But I think he knew...' Nick fades off as he looks at the journal and I ask, 'Knew what?'

Nick looks at me and replies, 'When a Pureblood dies any documentation of their life, journals or the memoirs are brought here for future generations. He must have known that and decided to withhold his real thoughts. Especially if he knew he wasn't going to die.'

This was reviling as I look up at him. He continues, 'So he must have planned his death with my father.'

'Did you father really d...' I stop there feeling Nick's blood song answer that question once again.

Gasping I finally understand as I look at him. His eyes lasered on me as I explain, 'Nick your father knew your grandfather's plan. Maybe he threatened your grandfather and so your grandfather decided he no longer needed him and killed him.'

Nick pales a little his blue eyes burning into me as he growls, 'He could have.'

'It would explain everything. In your blood song you saw three Purebloods kill your father but one got away. Was he familiar at all?'

Nick closed his eyes, a pained expression on his face as he went back to that time. He shakes his head and replies, 'No, the man was not as tall or as built as my grandfather.'

'But you can shape shift right?'

Nick nods as if contemplating this as I continue, 'So it wouldn't be too much of a stretch of the imagination for him to shift his looks just enough to not be recognized.'

The room took on the rust smelling pheremone's of my husband's rage. I could hear whispers from students in the book stacks. They smelled it too as Nick growls demonically, 'When we find Zoran, I'll read him to shreds.'