Tristan walks towards the training ground, he has on his training attire, a form-fitting black armor-plated shirt paired with black tactical cargo pants; his shoulders still feel tight.
"Woah there, big boy," said a girl in similar attire stopping Tristan as he was about to walk past her. She stands against the wall with a worn notepad, both fresh and old ink staining her hands before smoothly placing it in her back pocket, she pushes her body off the wall and makes her way toward Tristan.
They walk alongside one another "Rough night?" She asks as she watches him rub his neck, twisting it side to side.
"Something like that," Tristan responds.
She stretches, interlocking her hands and rolling her shoulders with her palms facing outward. As she yawns Tristan notices the dark circles under her eyes have gotten darker.
"You?" Tristan asks with a smirk.
She rolls her neck side to side just as he did before respond "The same as usual." She winks at him "Oh, by the way, Roman needs you in the lab." She added before hurriedly making her way to the training grounds.
Tristan stops before looking toward the lab's building and sighs. "Thanks, Eva" he shouts.
"Anytime, I'll save your spot." She waves her hand without looking back.
As Tristan makes the short journey back, he notices the large building looming ominously ahead. No matter how many times he had been to this place the almost overwhelming smell of blood mixed with chemicals always seemed to turn his stomach in knots.
He couldn't understand the appeal of wanting to spend as much time there as Roman seemed to. Continuous plumes of dark and light smoke swirled from high up the cathedral-like towers at the front of the building. Tristan instinctively covered his nose and mouth as he passed through the large wooden front doors carved to resemble a peaceful and serene nature scene with a large herd of elk racing under massive aspen trees.
A man in a crimson-red lab coat hovered over the microscope, his long black hair tied back per usual.
He waves his hand without looking back "Have a seat, Tristan." Roman said. It slightly unnerved Tristan how this man could seemingly concentrate on so many things at once and be aware of everything, even his blind spots.
Tristan makes his way toward his usual spot, a cold steel chair next to the long wooden table in the middle of the room.
A syringe with two vacutainer blood collections tube laid side by side on the flat surface.
The blaring fluorescent lights beam down at him "Hey Roman, are you going to do something about these blaring lights?" Tristan asks.
"We're not savages, Tristan. I can't possibly work in the dark." Roman answered.
"Uh Roman, you're a vampire. Darkness is your friend." Tristan looks up at the light again.
"I would never have picked you for being so poetic with your words," Roman responds before grabbing another slide and placing it under the microscope.
"Whose blood are you looking at anyway?" Tristan asks ignoring the verbal barb as he watches the man deep in concentration.
Roman takes out the slide and begins to slide another one in.
"Yours." He responds while writing something in his notes.
Silence.
Tristan's eyes remain on the man's back, still busy writing. Tristan gets off his seat and makes his way toward the red coat man whose still in concentrating, his pen glides across the notebook's page smoothly in between the lines without looking away from the microscope.
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The Stake of Us
ParanormalA possessive vampire who learns to control his hunger for his human best friend, she has no clue what he's hiding. --------- After a fateful tragedy, her uncle thought Suzy Paige would never be able to have a normal childhood. But things changed wh...
