Cold One

Thirteen: Westphalia

It has been about two to three weeks since I first met Zion. Not many things happen since then, but our relationship improved for sure. Probably not much, but we can stand each other's presence better now and that's quite a good sign.

The relationship is still weird I suppose, somewhat unclear. It's like somewhere between acquintace and friends. Not sure.

"Zion," I call him. His dark blue eyes move from the weapon shelf he's been adoring for the last 10 minutes since I let him get inside my secret room.

No one in the family knows about this place except my father. If any of them finds out about this, I can't imagine what kind of hell would broke lose.

"Yes?" He asks.

"Are you sure you want to come with me?"

I'm done with placing all the weapon I need in my gear. One last checking. Three guns -all filled with the silver bullet, two assault riffle, throwing knifes, a dagger and some spare bullets. I think it's enough.

"Of course," Zion says.

I walk towards him, opening the weapon shelf then. At the other side Zion is watching carefully. I then take out an assault riffle and hand it over to him.

However, instead if taking it, Zion only stares and look back at me with disapproval.

"What?" I ask back. "If you want to come with me then you need to have a weapon with you. At least to protect yourself properly."

"We vampires are ancient creatures, Rosaline," he explains. "There's a law that ban us to use this shooting machine of you humans."

I raise an eyebrow at the statement.

"A law?"

Zion shrugs. "Moral law."

If there's even any.

I am four seconds away from scoffing. But right he goes then.

"Suit yourself," I tell him. Placing the weapon back on the shelf.

"But do you know what we can work with?"

I can hear hints of amusement in his voice as he says so, making me look back at his and arching my eyebrows in motion for him to continue his words.

Zion's slender index finger points far up the weapon shelf, specifically to the swords section.

"That," Zion says.

"The sword?"

He nods, deep blue eyes brighten therewithal.

I actually doubt him slightly. Those are antiques weapons, therefor they need real skill and the right techniques to work properly.

However, looking at how confident the vampire in front of me looks, I decide to grab the metal weapon from the shelf and hand it over to him, which he takes with great honor written in his gesture.

"Try not to get yourself kill," I tell him once more.

•x•

"Remind me again, boss, why the hell is this filth coming with us," Lillian sounds very irritated. I know the fact that she is stuck on a plane to Westphalia with Zion would bother her, but she should at least hold her behavior because Zion could make a great help on this mission.

Maybe on the next ones too, but we'll just see.

"Language, Lillian," I tease.