Immortals

Fifteen Part One: Azalia

My father said,

"Don't you worry, don't you worry, child.

See heaven's got a plan for you.

Don't you worry, don't you worry now."

Yeah! - Swedish House Mafia, Don't You Worry Child

I woke up in the middle of the night to hear a muffled cry, ringing throughout the house. I sat up in my bed, turning my head in the dark, from left to right, trying to figure out who could have been crying.

Quietly, my feet hit the cold, hard wood floor. I walked out of the room I had been staying in, following the sound of anguish. I walked to the other side of the mansion when I was able to figure out who was making that noise. The darkness fled in fear of the flame dancing along my fingertips as it lit the way.

I came to the room where Ryker and Dane were staying. I sure hoped that I wouldn't find my step father lying in a pool of blood. I wrapped my fingers around the cold steel of the handle and turned nob to reveal a pitch dark room. Ryker was on the other side of the room, sleeping quietly, while the heap of blankets, which I assumed Dane was in, was shaking as the kid cried.

Unsure what I should do, I slowly walked over towards Dane's mattress that laid on the floor, "Um...midget, are you okay?" I kept my voice low so I wouldn't wake up Ry who was sound asleep on the other side of the room.

The lump that I assumed was Dane, shifted, and out the heap Dane's head popped up. His hair sticking out in every direction, his eyes droopy and he scrunched up his nose when he saw me, "What are you doing here?" He grumbled, rubbing his blood shot eyes with the back of his hand.

"I heard you-" I started to say, but was cut off by the intensity of Dane's glare, but I continued no matter how scary he looked, "crying. Is everything okay?"

Dane put a hand over his heart, "I'm touched. You really do care."

Rolling my eyes at Dane accusation, I repeated myself, "Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine." Dane snapped at me, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand.

I reached over, grabbing the kid by the elbow and gently took his hand away from his face, "First off, ew. And secondly, you're a damn good liar, but not when you're upset."

He wrenched his arm away from me, "I was just thinking about home. Not that you have one." He spat out.

I shrugged at that, it's true, "Yeah. I don't now, but I have one somewhere else, far away from here. I cried when I was your age, and younger." I confessed as I pulled my knees up to my chest, and Dane situated himself by me. I still wasn't sure if he would try to attack me, but I'm assuming that right now he's too venerable to attack, unless I was to tease him about it, "I cried about my dad, and my mom, about living with strange people, about how everyone was mortal. They were weaker, they weren't like me and yet they were taking care of Kai and I. That alone was enough to make me cry. What do you cry about?"

Dane eyed me, probably thinking how weird it is for me to cry. I know, I cried a few days ago, learning about my predicted death. Who wouldn't? I was promised immortality. I am supposed to live forever! Or until I get killed. I guess we are less like gods and more like vampires.

The little guy sighed, "I don't cry for all the people I've killed. I don't care about them. I guess I cry because...because at home, I will have to go back to her. She's gonna yell at me because I didn't do what I was told. She's going to take away something like she always does. Erebus is going to be mad too. He probably won't let me see Cody for a while, or Ronnie. I guess that's why."