Protection.

Why did you leave?

Surfin' on your face while you eat that
Tryna make a bad bitch behave, no
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Flash back 2019

"I left... because I wasn't ready. Don't get me wrong, I love her. And I love my son-"

"You've never met your son... you sent me here when he was 3 years old. You never really had a conversation with him.

Matter of fact you never had a conversation with him. He's very intelligent- by the way." Quincy clears his throat after he gets interrupted. You shrugged. You had a...reason to get a little annoyed with him.

"Yeah... you're right. And I do regret not being there for him. I want to-" you stood up from the chair, the veins on the side of your neck prominent as you leaned close to your bosses face. You really didn't want to hear the fucking excuses, because that was his family. He didn't even try to make time for them. While you were dead, he could've dropped by at least once a month, keeping up the business man act in front of them. But instead he chose not too.

Instead he visited you, his weapon.

Choosing to be a cowered. Fuck his respect.

"Then tell me this. Why the fuck are you here, trynna be fucking Superman ( I changed what I originally said. But if ykyk.) and not with your damn wife and kid?" Your voice was low, low but aggressive.

The people that sat at the outside restaurant gasped as they heard the words come out your mouth. Super-WHAT?

More importantly why the hell are you of all people on his ass about what he was doing. "Excuse me?" Now it was time for Quincy to stand up, his thick brows pushed together as he comprehended your foul language. You never talked to him like this. Always keeping it friendly business.

It wasn't the fact that he was your boss. It was the fact that you just lacked simple respect. "If you can huh you can hear Quincy." You straightened your back, chin up as you glared in his dark eyes. "Im really not trying to hear bitching and complaining. All that "Trying to save humanity" shit really sound like excuses to avoid seeing them."

"How about you mind your business that pays you, yeah? Like I said I regret it, I'm handling-"

"Not handling it fast enough" the both of you argued in a aggressive whisper. The tension making people who sat on the restaurant patio look at you from their peripheral vision.

"You know what's really fucked up? They think you're dead! Gone!" Your voice was a little louder now, the raspy undertone now gone as you felt anger crawl it's way up. You really tried to understand why he would leave such a family, his family.

How he could leave his wife, the mother of his child. His baby! His fucking 4 year old that never even got to meet his real father. The dude that missed his birthday a few days ago. Why were you getting so uptight about this? Shit like this happens every day where you're from. Was it because you lived through it? Was it because you didn't have your own family to rely on? or was it because you're sitting here, watching your boss be a dead-beat, or maybe... maybe it was something else.

"I've been busy! The fuck do you want me to do, drop everything and focus on them like the fucking world aint ending?" Eyes widening, you felt your hands shaking, the forgetting feeling of rage-running down your veins.

You didn't even know your fingers were through the foggy glass until you felt the sharp pain of glass slicing and piercing your fingers, then the quiet gasping heard around you two . "What the hell are you even saying?" Your mouth stayed opened as you glared at him. You really had to think about what he said. You tried to make up an excuse for him, but honestly he was just full of shit.

Scoffing, you straightened your back and pulled your fingers out the glass. Looking down at your hands, you shook your head in disbelief while you picked the glass out.

"You're not special Quincy. You can put off a day or a week to go see them. Hell you're doing it right now. You want to save humanity? Then do that shit. There are people working to control their countries, presidents literally trying to keep their citizens from causing mayhem.

Even the bitches working in NASA trying to keep big ass fucking rocks from squishing us all dead... yet they still have time to go home to their families. You're not fucking special."

From the lack of words, Quincy clenches his mouth shut. Jaw tightening and relaxing as he looked down at your steamy bloodied hand that reached for the mimosa. "You knew what the hell you signed up for when you got married. When your wife announced she was pregnant, you signed up for that shit. You're not special." This time, instead of saying it like it was a reminder, you spat it at him like an insult.

Your eyes never shifted off of him as you took the black straw in your mouth and gulped the fruity alcohol. "Fire me if you want. I'll still take responsibility and take care of them. At least I'm doing my part."

Turning on your heels, with the restaurants glass still in hand, you pushed the black gate open to the outside restaurant and walked to your car.

End of flashback

"Mm you know if you keep staring like that, they'll turn around?" Loren spoke out, the cigarette between his lips making him mumble.
A vampire smoking a cig. There was no need for it, it just felt cool.

Blinking your dry eyes, you didn't look away. You couldn't look away. How could you? It's been so long.

"Hop off my tip." You whispered as you took advantage of your strong vision, and scanned their features. The smoothness of their now mature skin, the pulsing of their neck, and the small smiles on their face as one of them cracks a joke.

Loren raises his brow at your choice of words, before looking down to your crotch. "Do you even... never mind." Blinking, he looked across the street, and watched the boys goof around in the gym.

Glancing at Loren, you rolled your eyes from his ignorant thoughts. "Isn't their usually 7 of them?"

"Yeah, it's Taehyung.it might be his DID. So they probably sat him out.." Taking a gulp, you reached for the bottled water that sat in the cup holder. "You need to feed." Opening the new bottle, you chugged it down in one breath, eyes not leaving your responsibility as you emptied out the plastic. "That won't help."

Throwing the empty bottle to the male beside you, you sigh. "Shut up-"

"No, you need to hunt! Before you get close to them. Eat. And I'm not talking about animal blood." The male with long hair cuts you off. The two of you fought about this before. When you had Denzel and Gabriella in your presence, it always made him worry.

He was one of two of your guards. YOUR guard. He shouldn't feel like he's supposed to protect the people you look after from you.

Clearing your dry throat, you reached for the key that was in the ignition, and turned the car on without looking away.

"Yeah, I'm starting to get that... I need to get out of here." Taking another shallow breath, you force your eyes away from your boys and drove away from the private gym.

It was all so manageable five years ago. Feeling hungry? Hunt a squirt, run to the mountains in Seoul. How did you live like that? It made you gag thinking about drinking the grassy-salty blood of a deer. Or the damn near high blood pressure causing blood of a bear.

Ever since you tasted that blood when you woke up... you've been craving.

"Maybe you need to stop forcing yourself to be good."

"I am good? What are you getting at Loren."

"Yeah well, thats not what I meant, but you already know that." You glanced over to your partner, but he wasn't paying you any mind as he flicks the cigarette out the window.

"Tonight im going out. You should come with."

"And start a bloodbath? Ill sit out on this one."

"You'll have to kill someone one of these days." You could tell he was getting frustrated.

"You like to hunt in public places... I'll go with Christian tonight." End of conversation.