GINGER PHOENIX a novel by M. Cairol Yakup

Chapter 11

AZZIM & GINGER

"You'd always know where to find me, right?" Azzim said without even looking the owner of the voice.

"Honestly, I love hanging out with you, Azzim."

"Can you just leave me alone, Ginger? You're the last person I want to see right now!"

Ginger sat next to him. She gave a friendly smile to Azzim with a cup of coffee in his hand. She took a sip of her black coffee and then offered it to him.

"You want to share my coffee?"

Azzim didn't respond. He wasn't interested with her stupid coffee right now. He just wanted her to go away.

"Hey, I come in peace! And don't look at me like that. God, the way you're looking at me is just like Avery!"

"Go away, Ginger!" he said curtly.

"What if I don't want to? Are you going to yell at me?"

"What do you want?"

"I want to talk, is that wrong? You seem to be upset. I'm not surprised if you tell me it's because of him."

If his back was still not aching, he would've had walk away from her. He had had enough putting up with the red-haired vampire. She was always around. She was gone for a month and then came back taunting and making his life miserable.

"That's not my fault!" She said mockingly.

She was doing it again, reading Azzim's mind. Azzim couldn't do the same. But he was able to do it last night. He couldn't figure out what she was thinking and it was really annoying that she was intruding the privacy in his head.

"I know why, I think. You can only read my mind at night but not at day time. It's kind of useful right? You can use that to warn Avery on my whereabouts."

"How is that possible, I mean that I'm able to read your mind?" Azzim dropped his rude manner. He was just so curious about it.

"I've given you my blood, remember? It is possible by having my blood you could have my ability of sensing my enemy."

"But I can't read Avery's mind like I can read yours."

"That's because he never gave his blood to you! He sucked back the venom he injected to your body. But you gave him your blood, so that's why he is able to read your mind and control you. I think... But I'll never really know. I don't know everything." Ginger said, sipping some more coffee.

"He never controlled me," Azzim said defensively.

"Mmh," Ginger responded scornfully. "He keeps telling you what to do."

"He wants to keep me safe, Ginger. Who else am I going to listen to? Don't tell me that I should've listened to you?"

"Better me than him!" Ginger offered her coffee once more. "Come on, it's not going to kill you to have some. I don't have any contagious disease!"

Azzim took the coffee and sipped some. He didn't know it was still hot. He swore as he spilled some of the coffee on his shirt. His tongue was burned. He handed back the coffee to Ginger. She laughed at him.

"What's wrong with your back?" Ginger asked, noticing the look on his face resisting the ache.

"It's all because of you! If you didn't come after for him last night, I wouldn't have to go out and warn him about you. He was so upset because I didn't stay at home, that's how my back got hurt!"