Victor's mysterious Fangs

8

Victor

Alan and a few board members came to deliver some news and hear my report.

"It just happened so quickly. Well not quickly, it happened smooth. Unnoticeable to the eye, little by little. And when shit hit the fan, they panicked and I fought a few of them. My daylight ring was broken by one asshole."

"Don't worry," Alan passed me a thick envelope, "Well take of care that. See ya round," Alan exited quietly with his crew.

Well thanks for nothing. I didn't have a chance to go to the blood bank. I'd been starving, having to hunt in the fucking cold and dark ass forest. It was too damp and muddy to hunt; the animals heard me from a mile away. I was at my wits end. My hands begun to shake from my hunger. I sat down on the couch, flicking the lamp next to me off.

On top of being hungry, I was feeling... lonely.

I hadn't seen Aria or Jack in a few days. And just as I was thinking about her, I heard her lovely hums coming from outside and her lively footsteps. She's coming here, I smiled. Her aroma was so enticing and my smile faded quickly.

"Go away," I whispered to myself in the darkness. Go away so I won't eat you princess. Go away! But her heavy knocks were persistent and soon she was demanding I answer the door.

Aria

From my window, I watched the men in their flouncy cloaks file in the black suv and leave. I hadn't seen Mr. Vic and I missed his meals. I contemplated and finally grabbed my coat.

I skipped down the sidewalk, stealthy in my stride as I approached the pathway to his house.

I knocked three times and he still didn't answer the door. "Mr. Vic, I know you're in there! I just saw your guests leave. Come on, open the door!" I banged. The door finally creaked open, revealing nothing but darkness and shadows.

I stepped in cautiously, and suddenly, a bright light shone in front of me.

"Why are you here," Mr. Vic said from the darkness. I gasped and stepped back, but he gestured for me to stay. "Don't just stand there, Come in," he said. I stepped into the house and saw that he looked horrible.

"Are you okay mr. Vic?" I questioned. "I haven't seen you in a few days. I just wanted to check on you."

"I'm fine," he gave me a curt response.
"Well, I'm not," I sighed. "I miss your cooking," I stripped from my jacket and placed it on the back of his kitchen chair.
"I'm not in the best shape," Mr. Vic admitted. "I'm not cooking so don't think about it."
"Please," I begged. "At least teach me so I wouldn't have to bother you then." I fumbled around his walls until I found the light switch. "That's better."

"Who said you could come here and make demands?" Victor asked.
"I did," I rolled my eyes, "be grateful I came over," I rumbled through his fridge to find me something to eat. I settled for a sandwich. "Want a sandwich?"

"Why yes. Just eat all my groceries and then think about me later," his sarcastic reply didn't bother me.
"You don't have to be rude." I stalked over to him and flopped down on the couch. "Want a bite?" I held the sandwich in front of him. I saw the wavering gaze he held in his eyes; his mouth pried slightly before he furiously shunned me.

"I don't want a bite!" He stormed from the couch. "Why can't you go home? You know how your father gets. What will he say?" He scolded me, his muscles flexed as he slid his arms into his pockets.

"I don't care. I'm still not leaving," I bit into the sandwich.
"Ugh," he groaned, "If I had known you'd become an insolent little thing, I'd have left you that night," Victor quipped.

"Well it's a good thing you did. Otherwise I wouldn't be here to worry about you," I noticed he had been shaking when I flopped next to him and his body quivered in slight, tense motions. "Why are you shaking?" I inquired.

Not even acknowledging the topic, he changed the subject. "How about I make you a deal? If you do something for me, I'll teach you how to make that burger," he offered.

I refused. "No."
"Chicken pasta?" He reasoned.
"Fine. What is it?" His smirk made me angry and happy at the same time. He fetched a paper and gave it to me.

"Go here," he blindly felt for something in his pocket. "And give this to a man named Q." He had a black pouch and just as I was about to grasp it, he moved it, "Whatever you do, don't look inside princess. Promise me that," his eyes pierced mine.

I swallowed the knot in my throat, "I promise." He finally gave me the pouch. I put my jacket on and I stuffed the paper into my jacket pocket. I dashed out his door without another word or glance, hurriedly trying to accomplish my task before my hellishly strict father came back home to discover an empty house.

"This is it," I came upon a place with the same name as the paper I had. I pushed the doors open, undaunted by the stares. "What is it kid?" A gruff man asked from the a corner window.

"I'm looking for Q. I have something for him."
The man shuffled to me, with his hand out. I assumed he was Q. I gave him the pouch, "Wait here," and he went in a back room, leaving me to a weary audience.

He finally came back. "Here," Q gave me a new pouch. This time it was silky and blue with a little, tan drawstring. "Go on. And tell Stone it's not nice to send children to do their bidding."

"Yes sir," I gave him a proud smile. "And thank you so much," I couldn't help but hug him. "You don't know what this means." He was surprised by my hug and watched me in shock as I left. "Goodbye," I waved as I sprinted out of there.

Of course, He didn't know I'd be learning how to make the best chicken pasta thanks to him.

"Mr. Vic," I called from outside and burst into his house. "I won't have time to stay for the recipe so I'll be back tomorrow!" I announced. "But here," I tossed him the pouch. "Hope I did my best."

"Thank you," his words were like music to my ears. And then a thought popped into my head. "Hey who were those people earlier?"

"What people?" He mused.
"Fine, same time tomorrow then," I knew what that meant. "Don't I get more than chicken pasta?"

"Here," he fished for his wallet and gave me $20. I walked to him, stepping out of the warmth of the sunlight.
"Don't spend it in one place," he ruffled my hair. "And don't you think it's a little nosy to watch peoples houses?"
"Yeah right, like you don't do it," I retorted. "Mr. Vic you're never gonna get rid of me." And I smiled, running with the wind as it blew me home.