Forbidden Tragedies

Chapter 9

-Kira-

On to him?

"Me?" Lucien voiced my confusion, though he didn't look surprised in the slightest, "I didn't think I'd be taking on any of your attention unless today ended up being a bad one."

My brows furrowed at his words.

"Well... what kind of day is it then?" Erik persisted.

He leaned all the way back with crossed arms, tracking Erik with his eyes while he approached.

Once he stopped, that red gaze turned back to me. That deductive pondering was still in his eyes like his answer had to do with me being there or something.

He partially looked like he wanted to kick me out, which made me want to stay and hear that much more.

He got to hear all the fun facts about my shit. Now apparently it's his turn. It's only fair.

"Eh," He exhaled, "it's been relatively stagnant these past few days. I'm not complaining though given that it's varied around the fifties. I'll take what I can get."

The fifties? What the hell were they talking about?

Was this some sort of vampire talk I didn't understand?

Erik surely looked like he understood, and from his nod, it sounded like he was telling him some... relatively good news. Nothing spectacular, but positive nonetheless.

Okay...

"Which reminds me," Lucien began, leaning forward and pulling himself to his feet, "I've filled out another one for you to look at."

"Oh!" Erik straightened, tuning to his back while Lucien made his way to the back of the room.

He was moving differently now. More normal in the sense that his steps didn't look as forced. I'd never seen that kind of effect on any other vampire that's had my blood, if my blood was the reason for that improvement, I better get a thank you.

Given that it came from my body.

He disappeared behind the curtains for a few seconds, coming back out with a leather bound notebook in his hands.

Turning back to Erik, I noticed he now held one that looked similar, and they swapped as soon as Lucien returned.

Erik began flipping through, meanwhile, Lucien took a few steps over to the bookshelf against the wall, setting the notebook on the topmost shelf.

The shelf that was full of them.

I studied the sight for a moment, realizing now that this entire bookshelf didn't actually contain books, just more of those same notebooks. Hundreds of them.

"You still haven't noticed any sort of patterns?" Erik asked before the other vampire began his journey back.

"Nope. It's always random. I'm still convinced it just works like a dice roll every time I wake up or get a drop after the instincts have been heightened." He replied.

Okay, yeah, definitely vampire talk.

I knew the general basics enough to follow -kind of- what they were talking about. That much was part of my curriculum back when I was in school.

Lucien passed his prior spot on the couch, walked past the doctor, and looked like he was targeting me.

I hated the way my stomach coiled and muscles tightened at his approach out of instinct, the new normalcy in my body now allowing me to properly focus on it.