Cold One

Six: Careful

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Rosaline

"Your name,"

The sun is just getting higher as we drive through. The road is nearly empty, I could just imagine how crowded it would be if the vampires hadn't attacked our world. How loud and colorful life would feel.

Parents nearly never let their kids play alone outside anymore. They teach their children all the basic rules of surviving when they were 4 years old and give them weapon on their 7th birthday. Family bonding is not going to fancy restaurant or going on a camping somewhere in the wood, it is having dinner home with their family; shifting their gazes at one another, thanking god that at least they're alive.

"Tell me your name," I say.

Cold One gives me a side glance, half ignoring half hesitating.

"It's Zion," he manages to answer a brief moment later.

"Is this your first time wandering around the town?" I ask.

"No," he lies.

"Liar," I point out. Only by looking at the way he is observing the scenery we pass by, I can tell everything still look foreign to him. "If we're going to be stuck together for some times now, you should know that I hate liar."

Zion turns his face fully at me, is about to say something but decides otherwise. He then looks back at the view from the window.

"How did my brother get you?" I ask him after a little while now, out of curiosity more than just to start the conversation.

"Some men in uniform caught me when I ran away from my clan. VSU, I believe? Took me to an auction place, met your brother there," he explain, drain of tone inside his voice.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you," I say.

"You ought to. I'd be sorry if I were you too," he shrugs, closing his eyes as he leans back. "Honestly, what exactly does human get when they torture us?"

"Punchbag, mostly. Revenge subject," I answer plainly. We are nearly the farm where I could buy him some blood to feed. "I don't agree with it. Not to defend your kind but just because you did bad things to our kind in the past, doesn't mean we could torture you as we pleased now. That's just my opinion however, seems like most people don't agree."

"It feels a little unfair since most vampires that got caught are ones that actually didn't involve in the war," he says, still not opening his eyes.

That one catches my attention. "What does that mean?"

"The vampires that got caught are mostly helpless vampires that did not even contribute to the war," he explains. "Trueblood hardly got caught; newborn vampires do, or the neighbor next door that lives in your world for decades without causing trouble. They were just minding their business when the war happened, and forced by nature to join a clan in order to survive after. But thanks to their lack of ability to fight, their clan lose and they got caught. Meanwhile the vampires that fought the war had either go back to our world or create a strong fortress somewhere you would not reach."

Raising an eyebrow in question, I ask, "Is that so?"

"Just stating facts this time," he replies with another shrug.

And if he was telling the truth, that might just make the whole case of this slavery becomes worse than how it already is. Not that anyone would listen to it when their heart has turned to stone like how most people are these days.

"What about you, then?" I ask.

"I'm a different case," he tells me, opening his eyes now. "I don't actually belong in your world. I was exiled. Thrown away to one of the clan to be tortured mentally for my doings."

"Such an awful thing," I tell him sincerely.

"You could really use more sympathy in your tone, in all honest," he suggests, satirizing. "And a little some more feelings into it."

I was not trying to mock.

"I'm being honest," I tell him again. Though maybe I haven't try enough to make it as sincere and as convincing as I planned it to be inside my mind.

"Hell, right. Of course you are," he scoffs. "And they don't call you heartless for nothing, do they?" he says again, I don't know if he's trying to mock me with that last line too or not this time.

"Says the creature with no heartbeats."

He raises an eyebrow. "Enlighten me, please," he says. "Since I'm not the one who's job is to slaughter another creature that doesn't belong to my kind."

The fuck?

"I did just save your life, in case you've forgotten," I remind him.

"Doesn't really make you a noble, does it?"

"Could still ripped your head off any minute now, in case you've forgotten either." This creature, could he be just a little more thankful for me?

Good thing that one shuts him off.

Because I'm four seconds away from kicking him out of my car and never see him again.

When I finally pulled over in front of the barn, Zion is still silence. He might have this annoying mouth but he actually really does take my threats seriously.

"We're here," I say. "You know, Zion, you should really consider to get in my nerves less if you want to stay around me. I'm not a generous human being, that part I agree. So if you're planning on keeping your best chance of survival in my world, you'd better be careful with that mouth."

I don't have anger issue, but I sure do have issue with people getting on my nerves when I've done nothing but being a kind being to them.

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