The Vampire Covens

Ch.10 Fun and Games

Ch. 10

            We’ve been driving for hours and I noticed the sun set a couple of hours ago; I haven’t talked much, haven’t wanted to. Zane has tried to cheer me up but I can’t seem to pull myself out of my thoughts. As much as his presence is calming it’s also alarming. I’ve never been one to cling to people so instantly but he just has this air about him that I supposedly can’t get enough of.

            “Hey why don’t we play twenty questions?” Zane asks. I whip my head over to see him smiling. Interesting request… it would help to get my mind off of things and get to know my capture. I shake my head and say, “You start.”

            “Okay… What’s your favorite color?” he asks and I almost snort from how unsure he sounded when he asked and how cliché it is.

            I pull myself together and clear my throat. “Light blue…” I think really hard of what I want to ask him and I decide I don’t want to know the Zane that’s sitting beside me but rather I want to know the younger Zane. I turn in my seat the seatbelt cutting into my shoulder but I’m too excited to notice.

            “Mr. Zane, What did you see yourself doing when you got older when you were a child?” I ask and he looks over shocked… I guess he didn’t think I’d go this route. I smile inwardly.

            “You really want to know?” he asks.

            “Well of course, it is a question I asked isn’t it?” I lift a brow. He chuckles and sighs at the same time and then mumbles, “Spiderman.”

            I bust out laughing, “Aw that is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard!” I chuckle.

            “Alright, alright… laugh it up but in my defense, Spiderman was the shit when I was a kid.” He says smiling. “Since we are going down the childhood lane Miss Avery, what was your worst childhood fear?” he asks. Hmm that’s a hard one, I had many fears when I was a kid but I have to say Chucky the man killing doll was the worst.

            “Chucky.” I state and he smiles.

            “Why Chucky?” he asks and I shake my head at him in disbelief.

            “I believe it’s my turn to ask a question!” I smile and blush a little.

            “Yea yea.” He mumbles.

            “Hmmm… What are your parents like?” I ask and I see him visibly stiffen, his muscles tense as he grips the steering wheel; not out of anger but more discomfort.

            “Well my dad is nice, he’s really hardworking seeing as he’s the Alpha of the pack; but I don’t spend that much time with him… my mom… I didn’t know my mom very well.” He says and breathes out a sigh of relief; like he’s glad he didn’t vomit while talking.

            “I’m really sorry… I didn’t know.” I mutter. I feel bad; I know what it’s like to talk about deceased parents; it’s not a fun walk down memory lane.

            “It’s okay… it’s not like you have a file on my entire background.” He laughs. All the tension in the car dissipates and it’s replaced with the playfulness of our previous conversation.  I’m thankful, I really feel like an ass for asking that question, and I’m so relieved he isn’t mad about it. I don’t know what came over me but the question left my lips before I could stop it.