Silver {FIN}

{27} Apologize

Serge raised his hand and I shrunk back, thinking he was going to slap me again. He ripped the ropes that were on my wrist and legs and I got up, rubbing my wrist while looking at them. Denis had his eyes on the ground, sniffling like a little baby, Chase was held on the waist by Clayton, and Serge kept running his hand through his hair. I knew what I've done.

"Chase..." I said, walking towards him. He tried to pounce but Clayton was holding him back. He was like a wild animal, struggling and shouting words that broke my heart.

"You son of a bitch! I hate you! Tell me what happened to my mother!" Clayton dragged Chase upstairs as I watched the scene. "Fuck you! Tell me!"

Then they disappeared. I waited for a few seconds to hear a door slammed.

I sighed slowly and looked at Denis. "Denis, I-"

He put his hand up, stopping me. "Don't say another word," he whispered.

I shut my mouth and watched as the tears run down his cheeks. I wanted to wipe them away and make it stop but I knew he wouldn't like that. I looked into his brown eyes and they weren't warm or welcoming. They were filled with sadness and pain at that point my heart was down to my stomach, pieces broken. He shook his head and walked out of the door without glancing back. I looked at Mr. Naz who turned around and disappeared in thin air. I turned my head to see Vincent and Serge.

"You're going to get angry at me, too?" I spat.

Vincent shook his head. "No. I'm going to check something."

When he says something. it's either about his werewolf business. He walked away and it was just two of us, Serge and I. I scoffed and walked to the fridge to grab a drink. "I'm guessing you don't remember what happened, huh?" Serge asked, tapping his fingers on the kitchen table.

"And if I do?" I questioned.

His eyes locked onto mine and we stared at each other until I broke it. "I know how you feel, Eddie."

I gripped the soda can tightly, some of the soda getting on my fingers. I threw the can at the wall and let it out.

"Fuck you! You don't know I feel! You don't know how it feels to leave your family or to hurt someone you love and you KNOW you're hurting them! Werewolves are filthy animals and have no soul! So fuck you, Serge!"

I dropped to the kitchen floor and wrapped myself in my arms. I put my head down so I was looking at the floor and tried to calm myself down. I never knew it hurt so much to make someone angry. Chase doesn't get angry. He calm himself before anything bad happens to him and me. But today, I crossed the line and I saw what happened. I knew what was happening but I couldn't hold Edgar back. I slowly looked up to see Serge standing a few inches away from with a blank expression. He frowned and walked towards me and sat down face-to-face. He bit his lips and turned his attention to the kitchen floor.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"What?" I murmured. 

He whipped his head up and looked into my eyes. "I'm sorry. But I'm not sorry about your feelings. I know how you feel, Eddie. I've felt it once and I'm not going to feel it again. And werewolves aren't filthy animals and have no soul."

"Then what the hell are you?"

"Human." I raised an eyebrow and he chuckled humorless. "We're human, Eddie. I know you think we used to be humans but we're humans in and out, no matter what Slayers or other humans say. We're human and we have a soul."

I wanted to deny everything he said but the look he was giving was hard to disagree. Something inside me wanted me to believe that werewolves are humans but...I just can't.

"What are you sorry for?" I asked, running a hand through my hair.

"For being a douche to you."

"Aren't all werewolves’ douches?"

He chuckled and I wouldn't lie. His chuckled made me surprised. "Most, yes, but then we meet someone who we can't be a douche to."

My lips twitched and I looked away. "All right. You're forgiven."

I glanced at him to see him smirking and I wished he would smile for one day. "Good."

I got up from the ground and Serge was standing with his hand on the back of his neck. I was going to walk past him when he grabbed my hand. I snatched my hand away and started rubbing it.

I opened my mouth to say apologize but he gave me a nod. "It's fine. I forgot you don't like to be touched."

"Yeah," I said awkwardly.

"So...since we're kinda getting along, I was wondering if you want to hang out tomorrow to get away from this mess."

My eyes widen and I couldn't wrap my head around what he said. A werewolf wanted to hang out with me, a Slayer? I didn't know if Serge was stupid or confused. Why the hell did he wanted to hang out with a Slayer?

"Serge, this is wrong. I'm a Slayer. I could possibly kill you," I pointed out.

He shrugged and kept rubbing the back of his neck. "I know but it would be...nice to hang out with you."

The things that surprises me. Not only did I warned him that I could possibly kill him and he knows but he still wanted to hang out with me. It's officially. Serge was stupid.

I rolled my eyes and made my lips in a straight line. "Fine but if you get killed, your body is not on my hands."

He nodded and gave me a warm smile. I almost melted when I saw the smile on his face. I didn't know why but it almost made me. Almost.