Note: Thank you for reading this <3 The picture on the right is meant to be of Zandre again. It is property of Alex Evans (Saturdayx on Deviantart) and I do not own it.
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When Cross and I finally reach our temporary home in Leytonstone, I’m shocked to find Criss standing outside the door. He stands with a prepared-to-fight stance, wearing his white slayer outfit and seemingly gathering spears together.
“Where have you two been?!” He says, dropping the spears and coming up to Cross and I. “I’ve been worried sick!”
The two of us are totally exhausted. We never spoke a word on the way over here, and we’re still in shock from what happened in Bitten, the restaurant.
Cross falls to the grass-covered ground, panting with a hand on his stomach. He closes his eyes as his chest rises and falls with the sharp breaths he takes in.
“We,” I try to begin through my heavy breaths, “We found vamps.” I manage to let out.
Criss’s eyes widen. He places both hands on my shoulder and looks me in the eyes.
“I need you to tell me everything.” Criss tells me, sounding dead serious. Worry is written all over his face, and for once I actually believe that he might actually care about his brother and I.
“Oh, it’s better than you think.” Cross says, still laying on the ground, “We faced a master.”
“A master?” Criss echoes, “Impossible. You two would’ve died.”
“Gee, thanks.” I say breathlessly.
“No offence, of course.” Criss adds.
“Offence taken.” Cross says, his breath slowly returning to its normal pace, “That’s when things got interesting.”
Criss looks at me, “Enough with the suspense! Just tell me—I need to know what I have to kill off for you two.”
“You don’t have to kill anything.” I tell Criss, “We made a deal with the vampire master.”
Criss says absolutely nothing in reply.
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The three of us sit in the kitchen of the house. It’s not too big but not too small. The appliances are updated and pricey, all stainless steel and modern. The counters are a nice shade of cherry brown along with a granite countertop. It’s nice to look at, but it’s not like we have time to ponder how nice the kitchen is when we have slaying vampires on our minds.
Cross sips at a warm cup of hot chocolate with a blanket around him. He reminds me so much of a little innocent boy at times—he just has that look about him. Admittedly, I think it’s cute that he tries to act tough yet he’s like a little puppy at heart. Maybe I’ve misunderstood Cross all along, I mean he is pretty protective of me. It’s sweet sometimes… and he isn’t all that bad looking. In fact, he’s rather attractive.
I just called Cross attractive.
Oh dear God. I called him attractive! I must’ve hit my head on something at the restaurant—checking out Cross just isn’t right.
“Now, tell me again about the oath you swore?” Criss says, leaning on the counter to lock eyes with me. He’s a lot calmer than I thought he would’ve been about this.
“I just have to meet the guy there again in a week. Same place same time.”
“That guy could be over a thousand years old,” Criss tells me in a superior voice, “What if you break the oath? What did he set the punishment as?”
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Vampire→Slayer rule #1: Never fall in love with the target you're meant to kill.
