The First Beast (Vampire Verse..All Ships)

Chapter 21 - Mermaids are just half steak & half salmon.

//Sorry about the short chapter you guys.//

Encre's eyes watered as he stared up at the owner of his captured wrist, wanting so desperately to get away.
His leg moaned and ached at him, begging for Encre to just sit down for moment. But his mind countered the idea, as it's need to run and be free were far greater.

Tearing his eyes away from the hideous vampire, Encre let the pool of tears fall from his tired sockets. He didn't care who was watching, didn't care or notice just how awkward he was making the person in front of him feel.

"Uhh.."

Fallacy felt himself sweat with worry and judgment. He couldn't believe it. Was this soldier actually crying? The pain couldn't have been that bad could it? You would think that a highly trained killer would be accustomed to feeling something as simple as a broken leg.
His face grew hot in the intense awkward moment; he did not want to deal with this right now.

"S'il vous plaît," the man pleaded in despair, large pools of snot falling down his chin pathetically as he sobbed.

"Je souhaite seulement rentrer à la maison"

Oh

Fallacy's face fell in understanding, releasing the grip on the man's wrist and letting his weight fall onto his chest.
It was no wonder the poor monster was in so much distress, what with what he was going through. Not only the broken leg, but he was in a country where most of the population spoke only English. This man's French tounge was so thick in accent it was obvious he barely spoke a lick of the nation's required language

Fallacy tried to rack his brain for what the soldier had said, hoping his many French lessons as a child would play off. If he was correct -which he always was- the man wished for nothing but to return home.

This was not going to be easy.

Fallacy did not like the monster one bit, because there was no guarantee he wasn't lying just to get what he wants, but if he distressed him Fallacy would only be making matters worse.

"I want to help you.. or uh..'Je  souhaite t'aider'? Am I saying that right? "

This made Encre only sobbed harder, now upset by the fact that the only person who could understand him was a fucking murderer.
But he was too weak to pull away, and barely made any protests when the king swept him from his aching feet, being careful as to not damage his leg any further. Did not fight or punch or kick as he was very embarrassingly carried away back to his heavenly bed chamber. He was like a crying babe being put down for a nap, given soft words by the one he hated the most.

Fallacy sighed, anxious at the future turmoil this could cause.