The Eyes

The Boy

-Julie-

Vincent and I had spent more time looking at books about the legends of my eyes. He kept pulling books upon books from his Void Chest. He said Grandmother gave him all of the powerful books so Viktor couldn't get them. The more I looked at Vincent, the more I could see Viktor. It was unsettling how much he looked like him. When I asked him about it, he only looked awa and seemed very uncomfortable. I didn't want to make things awkward, so I didn't press any further. His resemblance to Viktor was still scary to me.

I also asked him about what Viktor was and what Grandmother was. "Grandmother is a demon. Demons aren't all Satan's monkeys, if that's what you think. Vampires and werewolves are subcategories of demons. They're just creatures of the night. Not all are evil." He explained it all in a rush, like he's had to say it before a million times.

"Are you a demon?" I asked.

He cracked his knuckles and laughed nervously. I watched his hands fiddle about with discomfort. It was close to Viktor's nervous gestures, which I now assumed were gestures to keep his hands busy so he wouldn't kill me. "I am, but I'm not," he finally said.

I looked up to his face and furrowed my brows. "How is that possible?"

He bit his lip and took a deep breath in. "My father was a demon, but my mother was a human. It's the same with Viktor, he was just. . . more demon than me. It's hard to explain."

"I think I understand." That was all I said. He took this opportunity to change the subject though. He pulled out spell books and said I could read some. I was one of the last mages. He explained that a mage was a human that could use magic. I didn't know how to use magic at all, and he didn't know how to explain. He shoved the books back into the Void Chest and said we'd have to ask Grandmother to teach me the next time she could.

After the Void Chest was closed, he stood and went to the kitchen. I followed. "Are you hungry? I could make something?" He opened the completely empty fridge. "Uh, maybe."

"Do you just not eat?" I asked. "Do half demons lack the need of food?"

He snorted. "No. I work at an Italian restaurant. I usually eat there. I guess I'll have to start bringing some of it home, won't I?"

I started to help myself by looking through the cupboards. This would be my apartment for the time being, seeing as I can't leave for a while, so I thought I'd just make myself at home. Vincent didn't care. In the cupboards I found instant rice, a bottle of hot sauce, stale cereal, and a half eaten granola bar which had a few ants on it. I gave Vincent a look. "Really?"

He shrugged. "I guess. I was wondering where my granola bar went."

I tried to look not amused, but I couldn't help but laugh. He smiled at my laughing. I could tell he probably didn't smile a lot. He took the instant rice and started to make it. We ate the rice with hot sauce together at the small cluttered table.

Watching Vincent eat and talk with me made me realize something. He might have been some half demon creature that I thought was only in syfy films just yesterday, but he was just a normal person. He had a job and he acted like a normal teenager just like anyone at my school. He was just a boy like I was just a girl.

-Author's Note-

This part isn't very exciting, but I thought I had to grow Julie and Vincent's relationship some. I have plans for next parts that I think should be better

-Madam