The Khigir Hunters

6. Home

Wow... just wow. I thought Dion's car was impressive but this... I stared dumbfounded at the Mercedes parked in front of me. It looked brand new! I incredulously looked over at... ah, I don't know his name. He was currently fiddling with a bunch of keys, with my bags on either side of his feet.

He let out a soft grunt and I saw that he had a particular key clutched in his tight grip. I stepped towards the Mercedes, but he stopped me.

"Where are you going?" He suddenly questioned, effectively stilling me.

"To the car?" I stated, albeit unsure. His muddy eyes scanned the Mercedes next to me, and they lit up in interest. A smirk pulled at his usual taut lips.

"I don't know what Dionisiy drives, but we probably don't have anything compared to his vehicle." I cocked my head to the side, clearly confused. He took a few steps to the opposite side of the expensive car, and I heard a door open. Oh, he parked on the opposite side of the Mercedes. I blushed at my own stupidness. I didn't watch to come off as posh for sure.

I followed his footsteps and stood before one of the most indescribable cars I have ever seen. It was older... that was for sure. I'm not too familiar with American cars... It had a dark forest green color to it, and it's hood was long. I watched as he swiftly placed my bags in the back and turned to look at me with an expectant look on his face. Does... Does he want me to ask?

"It's a 1968 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28 muscle car, and can reach a hundred and ten miles per hour in five point three seconds." He stated proudly, and a bit formally. I nodded my head in acknowledgement, silently wishing to get out of this cold... and fighting back the urge to simultaneously scoff and laugh. This guy literally terrified the socks off me thirty seconds ago... wait I don't have socks. Ugh, anyway he's awfully intimidating but now he's a proud car guy? He opened the passenger seat for me and I willingly got in. So far everyone is so chivalrous... not that I'm complaining. A grateful smiled creeped onto my face for a split second.

He shut the door and hopped in the driver's seat, starting up the old '68. I listened to the motor rumble and found myself excited for once. This is way cooler than a dumb Mercedes. I know it's childish, but I can't wait to see this rig speed up.

"Seatbelt." His deep voice addressed me.

"Huh?" I turned towards him, returning to reality. His dark eyes met my inquiring look.

"Put your seatbelt on."

"Oh, right..." I awkwardly fiddled for a couple seconds before it finally clicked in place. Once he saw that I was buckled in, he looked satisfied and began to back up. Why would he care so much... unless.

"*Гавно..."  I whispered to myself in pure disbelief. How could I have not realized before? I've really been zoning out!

"What?" He asked, his voice heavy like I just committed a horrible crime.

"I-"

"Did you just curse, Yulia?" He turned his head towards me briefly, hands still on the wheel. Holy freaking- stupid superior hearing!

"Answer me." I paled, feeling my heart rate rise in panic. My mom usually never scolded me for swearing, hell, even she slipped up now and then.

"Y-yes but-"

"Do not do it again, understand? You're too young and it's very disrespectful." His eyes bore into mine, he was dead serious. I felt like a child who just got reprimanded. What was his problem? Why does he come off so cold, and act like he's my father, even though he's not? I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.