Clockwork

Ch. 3 "Watches and Explinations"

   "I want some answers Cro or is that even your real name?" i hear someone say nearby. My eyes snap open and i look around for who the voice belonged to. I instanly go for my gun out of instinct but find it missing. In shock i check for my watch and happen to find it right where i left it in my pocket. Will must have noticed my panic and waves my gun around nearby. "Why would you carry around a gun...and why would that vamp shoot you? The last time i saw him he didnt hesitate to rip their throat out so it's not like he does it naturally, so what makes you so different?" he asks standing from where he had been sitting on a dresser. I try and think while i glance around the room i was in, shockingly i wasnt restrained so i guess he doesnt see me as too much of a threat. "The name's Cronas, but i go by Cro most of the time." I say then pull my legs over the side of the couch i had been asleep on. "I carry around a gun for protection, even though i dont need it. To be honest if that car had hit me all id do is act hurt then get a freind to pick me up from the hospital." I quickly think about how to answer the last question. "Then the vamp kinda knew me before he was turned i guess, said somthing about not wanting someone like me to be able to go after him with their kind's strength." I lie, hoping it was convincing. Will sighs and puts the gun down behind him, looking at me confused. "Last question. How'd you survive that bullet?" he asks, clicking his own gun to make sure i answer or just in case if i was a beast of the night. "I'm cursed. That's all there is to it." I reply truthfully, pulling out the acursed pocket watch and glancing at the time it said just to calm myself down. Will's gun lowers and his eyes soften before looking at the watch. He quickly walks over and sits down beside me, his eyes studying the watch in my hand. His eyes narrow and he turns to me, grabbing my shoulder. "What kinda watch is that? It counts backwards...then it has too many hands?" he asks politely, confusion in his voice. I sigh and wonder again why the organization wants this guy dead. Will reaches out to take it but i snap it out of his reach. "You dont want to be connected with this watch Will." I say warningly, my eyes narrowing in frustration. He looks at it suspiciously but doesn't reach out for it, just stares it down like it was the key clue to a murder case. I roll my eyes and shove it in my pocket, getting it out of the sight of his now wandering eyes. "Can i leave now?" i ask, crossing my ankles out of bordom. He locks his gaze with mine, his eyebrow cocking in question. "No, what if that vampire came back after you? You might be cursed but you can still be completely drained of blood." he says sternly. His answer really makes me confused, if he was always this nice then why did we have to get rid of him? Questions run through my mind and i bite my lip in deep concentration, not even keeping an eye on my target at the moment. "You want somthing to drink?" he asks, i halfheartedly nod not completely listening right now. He comes back a minute later with a glass of Dr. Pepper, the ice floating on the top. I take it and take a sip, still preocupied with figuring out a reason we want him dead. The glass slips from my hand and shatters, some of the glass cutting my hand open. Some odd taste had already filled my mouth, raising my suspicions about Will. "Are you ok?!" he exclaims, true worry and fear in his eyes. Before i can reply i fall onto the floor, light slipping from my eyes taking away my vision. 'What had been in that drink?' i ask myself as i lay there, floating in my unconcious state. 'Had he been trying to get rid of me, did Will figure out who i was already or maybe he already knew. Just what was going on right now in the waking world around me?' i wonder.