Son of Perseus ✓

One

     One of the main things that didn't help Jasoslav Sklairov's case was the fact he called a mob boss a wuss…just in a not so nice way.   

     Why would Jasoslav do that?         

     Well, there was a simple answer.        

     He was bored. That's why.        

     The sounds of gunfire behind him didn't really seem to phase him. He didn't know why that it was the case. That concerned him.     

     He had thought to himself he'd be able to out-run the mob members. After all, he was pretty lanky. Then there was the fact that his afternoons consisted of him racing around the old warehouses of Vladikovo.       

     He was ten. Only ten years old and already wanted by the mob. Jasoslav saw that as an accomplishment. He was aware some may call him reckless, but didn't care.      

     Just as predicted, he was able to shake off the mob pretty quickly. Once Jasoslav had lost them, he just stood in an alleyway to catch his breath. He let his heart-rate return to normal. Then, he left the alleyway at a casual, brisk walk and headed down a wooded area.      

     He took a seat by the river on the hood of an old, broken down car.       

      Jasoslav took a moment to close his eyes and just listen to the ambiance. The river followed so freely…so peacefully.     

      Birds chirped up in their nests.   

      A light breeze blew past Jasoslav. He already knew what it was. He opened his eyes. "Hello, Pagan." His gaze shifted over to see none other than Pagan Shevchenko sitting beside him on the hood of the abandoned automobile.      

      Pagan smiled, exposing her fangs. "Hello to you too, Jasoslav." Pagan was like that cool vampire older sister that you love to always hang out with. "So, what's poppin'?" Unlike other vampires, Pagan didn't speak like an old Englishman.      

     "You're gonna be a little mad at me," Jasoslav started before nervously figitting with a stick he had picked up.      

      Pagan cocked her head to the side, curious. "Why is that?" Her smile evaporated. "Jasoslav, what did you do?"        

      He forced a smile and set aside the stick. Then he rubbed the back of his head, nervously. "Well, I may have pissed off some bad people."         

      Pagan scoffed. "The mob? Are you serious, Jasoslav? Do you know how bad this is?"         Jasoslav gave a silent nod.           

      Pagan stood and paced back and forth silently before sighing and asking, "Why?"           

      He swallowed. "I have a simple answer."   

      "And what would that be?" The vampire questioned.          

      He shrugged. "I was bored."         

      "What?" She exclaimed.         

       Jasoslav told her, "Well, I said it was a simple answer, I never said it was a good one."         

      Pagan sighed once again. "Fair enough." Once again another pause. "I guess I can talk to some people to clear your name."        

      Suddenly, a raven flew through the air, landing on Pagan's out-stretched arm. The raven made a couple of noises.         

      "Okay," Pagan simply said.           

      Then, the raven took off.          

      The vampire gazed after it.         

      "What?" Jasoslav asked. "What did the raven tell you?"         

      "Akuppi-Adad wants to have a meeting," Pagan told the kid. "I have to go." She picked up her bag before looking back at Jasoslav. "Just don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."      

        "I won't," Jasoslav told her. But, in his mind, he knew there were no guarantees.