Prey || h.s (On Hold)

Seven

"I've come up with a theory," Harry breaks the silence.

"A theory on?"

"Why you weren't affected by my compelling power."

"Go on..."

"Well there are beings other than vampires..." he starts off slowly, occasionally checking for my reaction, "including werewolves, fairies, witches and wizards, etc..."

"I haven't really thought about it I guess...continue though," I say.

"Has your birthday passed yet? You'll be turning eighteen right?"
I nod my head yes.

"Has anything weird ever happened to you? Things you can't really explain?"
I think of every unexplainable thing that's happened up till this point, only remembering one instance.

"Well I personally can't remember anything but my mom told me once about this time I was in third grade. She told me she got the weirdest call from the principal herself, saying she needs to pick me up immediately because I was a hazard to the other children, everyone else in the school, and myself, and that I needed to be taken to a church immediately," I pause for a moment realizing just how wild that must've been for her and wondering why I never questioned this, "She thought it was a joke. But she says when she got to the school, trash and the trash cans themselves were everywhere, all the trees had no leaves, and in my class everything was a mess. Desks upside down...supplies, backpacks, chairs, just everywhere..."
Harry doesn't say anything for a moment and just drives. The silence is making me think about things I'd rather not think about, especially knowing Harry can read my mind so I distract myself.

"Let's play 21 questions," I suggest.

"Ok, I'll humor you Eden, shoot."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Really?" He chuckles. I notice the dimples indenting his face. This guy is prettier than me honestly. "It's orange," he states.

I crinkle my nose as if I can smell my distaste for the color.
"I hate orange. Purple is a much better color," I say, finding myself smiling. Why am I enjoying my time with a vampire that kidnaps young girls.

"Well when you put it like that, you make it seem like I'm a super bad guy and that hurts my feelings," Harry says, a smile creeping on his face, " but I'm glad to know you're enjoying yourself love."

My heart quickens at the simple four letter word.
"Your turn.." I change the focus.

"Where are your parents?"

"My Mom's work comes with a lot of travel so she's gone most of the time and my dad is not really in my life. She doesn't talk about him so..."

"Oh," he says, thinking again, "Your turn."

"How old are you?"

The smile I've already grown to enjoy seeing returns to his face.

"Really Eden?"

"Yeah, I'd like to know if you don't mind answering."

"Well...I'm 123." His eyes are now fixed on the road, whereas before, he would occasionally glance at me.

One hundred and twenty three years old.

"Old man.." I mumble. A breath I didn't realize he was holding released as I watched his body relax.