Hematophagous

Chapter 36: Neither You Are...Nor Will You Be

It had been a long time since I listened to music. He did not remember that it was so pleasant to listen to her alone. Before the apocalypse started, I liked to listen to music, yes. But he didn't admire her in the same way.

And with everything that was going on...I had chosen to lock myself in the car with music blaring and lie down in the back seats. I appreciated that the car was wide enough to allow me to lie down completely.

-What are you supposed to do here? - From my mouth came a scream so sharp that even I was surprised -. Sorry.- I looked up. Hilaria was leaning against the door. She thought that Thomas had left the music on — I denied, closing my eyes, to continue enjoying myself.

After a few seconds, Hilaria's hands encircled my shoulders and very carefully lifted me up until she managed to sit herself. My head ended up in her lap. The soft fabric of her dress caught me from minute zero.

- What time is it? — I asked when I no longer noticed the sun's rays. I opened my eyes to see her better.

— It will be twelve o'clock in the morning — He answered, taking off the helmet that prevented him from getting burned —. Are you hungry?

- Not much, really. I guess I've eaten too much for breakfast.

— The other day I couldn't ask you about your trip to De Luca's house. How was it?

Your question got me thinking. The truth was that I arrived late enough to find no one in the castle, except the guards and Lucy, who told me that Hilaria and Victoria had left for the city urgently.

I could barely sleep until, after a few hours of tossing and turning, Hilaria lay down next to me and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer to her. Victoria didn't show up that night...nor did she show up the next day, or the day after. She hadn't seen him for two days and somehow she already missed him.

-Arcadia has the vampire that attacked me.- I felt her tense up completely. She let me see him and... I almost got mad at him.

Quickly, Hilaria's hands grabbed mine. She examined them relentlessly. Her eyes were too funny to go unnoticed.

-Did you do something to yourself?-

- I'm not well. Arcadia managed to stop me before... — The scene came to my mind.

"You are human, not a monster."

"You're not a monster either, Arcadia De Luca."

I remembered that, as well as his arms surrounding me tightly for minutes. I also remembered my running away after that, how, thanks to fate, Thomas was already back with the car and how I ordered him to get out of the place at full speed.

-Before what?- Her hands traveled to my right cheek and he caressed it dismissively.

"Please don't ever change."

— Before changing — I sentenced closing my eyes, enjoying his caresses.

-You are not a monster, Maia.

Somehow, Hilaria Relish managed to understand what was going through my head at that time.

I didn't want to turn into a monster, but what if I ever did? I was on the verge of death once... several times, who said it wouldn't happen again?

What would have happened if I had turned into a vampire that day? Would I have been aware? Was he strong enough to withstand the transformation?

In fact, I had so many questions in my head that I thought my head would explode immediately.