The Second Hand of Time

CHAPTER FIVE I FOUGHT MY DISRESPECTFUL SENIORS

"Are you LeKradz Spark?" She asked me as I stared at her, too stunned to talk.

After about five seconds I was still not answering. She looked at me straight in the eye and asked me again.

"Are you LeKradz Spark?" She said it louder this time.

I finally got my jaw muscles to work. "Yes." I said.

She found me still staring at her face.

That's rude LeKradz! Stop Staring!

"What?" She asked.

"Um, are you...?" I was trying to say something but the words are stuck on my throat.

"I'm pretty sure you heard of me." She said.

"So.. Are you...." I said. "A vampire?"

Her eyeballs dilated so much as if she didn't expect that question to come. After about a few moments she laughed in an unsettling way.

I have faced a lot of opponents ever since I was a kid. I fought a martial artist once who broke my left arm, but I still overcame him. I have fought a ninja type enemy too and dominated. But I never got this scared, for I never saw something or someone this creepy.

She stopped laughing. "A vampire? So do you really not know me?" She asked this as if this is some kind of a stupid question.

"No. So you're not a vampire?" I asked stupidly.

"No." She said. "Well, it seems you don't really know about my existence."

"Gods, you scared me." I said. "You look like a vampire. And you look weird."

She looked offended. "Weird?"

"Yes. I never saw anyone with white hair in my entire life." I said honestly.

"Oh, I thought you meant I am... Never mind that, anyway, my name is Laelia Julianna Merovech." She offered her hand. She raised her eyebrows to see my response if I heard of the name.

"Oh. I never heard of your name. Sorry." I said as I shook her hand too. "I am LeKradz Spark, but you can call me LK or Leigh if you want."

"So you never heard of my name, okay." She said this as if she concluded some kind of conclusion. "You never heard of the song, 'A Maiden's Heart'?"

"No." I answered. "I don't listen to love songs that much. I find them pretty annoying."

"Oh?" She said. "Annoying?"

"Yes." I said. "That includes modern songs too, in which I could hear on the radio which is mostly all about getting b*tches, and cash and butts."

"B*tches, cash and butts?" She asked.

"Yeah. I hate those songs sung by girls who try hard to make their voice as little as possible to make them sound 'cute' and autotune then."

Her face contorted into disgust. "You hate that kind of music?"

"Yeah. Wait. Why are you asking my opinion about music?" I asked. "Moreover, why did you approach me?"

She paused for a while.

"First, sorry if you hate my songs." She said. (What is she talking about?)

"Second, Mr. Halsten sent me here to get you." She added.

"You write those kinds of songs?" I asked.

"Not the butts and cash but yeah." She answered. "Got a problem?"