The Hybrid's Assassin

Five

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"You're a slow eater."

"And you're an asshole." The cafe was completely silent as cutlery rattled around the room.

Apparently, Verde falls was not your usual isolated town. It's population was approximately 98% werewolf, with the rare exception of a human mate here and there.

I did not encounter any humans that I was aware of, however I did encounter a woman named Lucie. The moment I laid eyes on her I had recognized her from that goddamn night I had stopped to get a caffeine hit. She owned the cafe I had visited originally and was visibly mourning a loss as we first stepped in the door, the smell of fruity teas assaulting my nose.

By coincidence, she was the mate of the man who Domitius had killed that night.

Part of me felt like apologising to her, it had been my fault that he was killed after all, but I did not receive that chance. The second I had walked into the cafe she had taken a single look at Domitius virtually dragging me inside and dropped to her knees -something seeming to click together in her head- and had begun apologizing profusely for how her and her mate had treated me.

Domitius had taken one look at me, almost as though demanding an explanation. He had killed Lucie's mate that night, but it soon became clear to me that he was not aware of what had occurred before he found me on the side of the road. He did not know why that man had gone after me in the first place. I had not cared to explain. When I didn't answer he had just asked for a table for two and some menus.

I kept the conversation at an absolute minimum, staring out the front window until the food arrived.  At least I then had an excuse to not talk to him.

I was only a few bites into my meal when the silence was broken.

"Why are you so rude to me? I'm trying to make you happy. I brought you to a nice cafe and you barely even mutter a word. It's just yes or no or maybe or an insult. Why?"

I sighed, my train of thought drifting away. I had been considering everything from plastic bodysuits to old t-shirts to cover my scent. What else does one think about while sitting in the midday sun?

I looked up from my food, giving him a deadpan look. I was hardly in the mood to explain why I wasn't happy to be held against my will, to said person who was holding me against my will.

"Why?" I slowly laughed. This was like an unpredictable game. He was clearly crazy, so how could I play my cards? "You kidnapped me. That's why. Why? You're holding me here against my will. That's why. Why? Because I don't want to be here! I have shit that I need to do!"

"What's your real name? Who are you?"

His question took me off guard for a second. I had been so consumed by my rage logic had abandoned me temporarily. "What?"

"Your license. The one they found in your pocket. It's fake. The identity does not exist. Who are you really?"

I pondered over how to reply to his question. I could insist that the license was real, and then change the subject by accusing him of snooping, or I could come up with some other name from the top of my head. Some bullshit story. Anna? Kristie?

Goddamnit, why had my game gone so bad in a matter of days?

A small voice seemed to emerge from the back of my mind, it told me to come clean of everything, that I could trust him. Utterly mortified, I pushed it away and used the logical side of my mind. If I didn't answer him, perhaps he would tire of me and go find someone new? I knew that we were apparently 'soul mates' and all that rubbish, but even if he wasn't insane, I don't believe in fate. You choose your own life.