Eunomia

Chapter 65 "Ain't the same"

~Sebastian~

"You have burned a tree!" Leoni screamed hysterical but I couldn't focus on her.

I had the feeling that something has died inside of me, I didn't want to say anything sarcastic nor getting someone to laugh at my jokes... I just wanted to disappear.

Leoni and Ambrose were furious, I could see that in their faces and minds. They screamed and walked from one side of the room to the other while I was sat in the sofa, as a kid who's getting scolded by his parents, though I wasn't frightened because someone may punish me without Nintendo. I was neutral, lost in my own thoughts, in the memory of her closing her eyes tightly as she begged me to don't hurt her...

I deserved it, didn't I?

"Are you even listening, Sebastian?" Ambrose realized my lack of concern for the burned tree.

"Sure," I lied. "Fire is dangerous... I will try not to burn anything more."

As weird as it could sound, there wasn't sarcasm in my voice just sadness, what made me sound even more pathetic than I already felt but who cares now?

"Three corpses, Sebastian. You have burned a centuries-old tree and kill three humans!" Leoni continued screaming, didn't she see that she wouldn't get any resentment from me? Didn't she see that right now I have lost the capacity to show any emotion that wasn't sadness?

Those corpses were my doing, I admit it. After Lizbeth left I thought that why would I keep up appearances, she thought I was a bloody monster, her mind left me that clear, the less I could do was behave as one.

"If I lie and say I'm sorry, will you let me alone?" I knew that my lack of enthusiasm made everything sound much more impertinent but once again, I didn't care.

"I have had enough!" Ambrose dropped a book on the table causing the glass to crack. "You are the worse, Sebastian! You don't learn! We moved here because you screwed everything that much in Washington that we had to leave! Couldn't you be a little more grateful and behave as a person of your age?! You are 353 years old, you died with 18 that is not the same! Mature!" Ambrose was out of his mind, he was furious and used his hands to accompany the gesture of disappointment that his voice told me they addressed me.

Mature... We were going to have a problem... Because I was also out of my mind and right now I didn't care to show it.

"17..." I whispered correcting him. Knowing that would be one of the last words I would say calmed down. "I died with 17, one day before my 18 birthday." I looked up because I was looking at the floor, I crossed my arms and I felt how my eyes instead of sadness showed anger.

"It's the same!" Ambrose answered back surprised by my lack of concern about everything. "What's your fucking problem?! Is that really the only thing that you have heard?!"

"My problem?" I laughed without grace. "My problem is that you never think about me."

Things were starting to get intense... I felt more dead than ever and I was resentful. I needed to blame someone and I knew exactly who had the blame.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ambrose also crossed his arms, outraged by my impertinence.

"Leoni, do you remember where were you 336 years ago? On March, 29." I faced Leoni that seemed to be trying to remember.

"I was in..." She started talking but she shut up when she remembered it.

"In this exactly town, turning into a vampire a poor villager that was trying to die in peace after everything he had burned."