Nightmare

Chapter 7

"Sol?"

Your head shoots towards the noise. "Yeah?"

"You know," Beomgyu chuckles. "Soobin is going to scold you if you end up ripping those stitches."

"I'm not doing anything."

Beomgyu rolls his eyes, motioning to you. "Where is your crutch?"

"I'm fine," you shrug him off. "The the wounds don't hurt much anymore, and my leg doesn't ache too badly when I walk on it."

"Just because it doesn't hurt doesn't mean you should just drop the crutch," Beomgyu states. "And you shouldn't put too much pressure on the stitches."

"And you said Soobin was the one that would scold me?" You joke, raising an eyebrow at the vampire.

He just laughs, moving towards where you are sitting by their little well. You had been walking around their little garden area for a while, trying to see what all plants they were growing. It has been a little over two weeks of healing and you had finally reached a point where the crutch wasn't a requirement to walk. Well, in your point of view, the coven had still wanted you to use it to not strain anything. However, now that you were able to move about without that annoying as hell piece of wood, you were going to enjoy it.

"You guys grow garlic," you hum, point over at the little plot with the tag that read the aforementioned plant. "I thought that would like, kill you guys."

Beomgyu shakes his head. "Nope, that's a myth. Some vampire for centuries ago made that up because she was growing the stuff and wanted more revenue. Of course, no one knew what she was."

"Huh, you know what. Good for her."

"And on the bright side, it's made some pretty interesting interactions with hunters and such," he pauses with a smile. "I mean, i've had a hunter chuck powdered garlic at me like I was going to burn up on impact!"

You throw your head back laughing, a bright smile on your face.

"Yeonjun even had someone just launch a full garlic clove at his head. Didn't kill him, but gave him a hell of a bruise."

"It's surprising how fast a myth spreads to humans," you huff out after a laugh. "I mean, a lot of people still think Heliones get taken down by charcoal."

Beomgyu's eyes widen. "Charcoal? Seriously?"

"Yes!" you exclaim, turning to face him fully. "Charcoal! No one even fucking spread that! Humans just thought, hey what's really dark and seems like it could hurt them? What about charcoal?!"

Beomgyu curls in on himself, cackling. "Has anyone tried that with you?"

You nod your head rapidly. "I had this woman figure out what I was in a marketplace and she ran over to this charcoal vender and threw an entire fucking tray of charcoal at me! And without paying, which was insanely rude by the way."

"What even," Beomgyu wheezes. "What did you do?"

You shrug, raising your eyebrows for a moment. "I just left, absolutely covered in a layer of charcoal dust. Had to get new clothes the next town over."

"What are you guys laughing at out here?" Yeonjun calls as he walks up to the two of you.

"Just our riveting stories dealing with human superstitions," you respond, the smile still wide on your lips.

"Oh how fun," he giggles. "Those are always fun."

"I told them about your little garlic fiasco," Beomgyu nudges him, a smirk on his face.