Surviving the apocalypse as a vampire! (mxmxm) BL

CHAPTER TWENTY ABOUT ME

"Hm...I was human before the radiation, before the war actually."

"So you are, like..." Dylan starts mumbling, counting." Ten years with the zombies, plus five with the radiation, and what, three to four with the war before?"

"Yup."

"So you have nineteen vampire years on your back?"

"Actually twenty, it happened before the war started, when they were threatening each other with nuclear weapons, plus twenty-seven as human."

"Wow, so you are actually the oldest here!"

"Why the surprise? I'm a vampire, thought to be obvious."

"No, is just that, you don't act like your age." Well, that was true, but I couldn't stop saying:

"And how I'm acting as? A horny teenager? Better than a middle-aged man, don't you agree?"

I can physically feel Richard rolling his eyes.

"No, but seriously, what did you work with? Did you have a family?" I lick my dry lips, pressing my tongue behind my incisors, thinking.

"Well, I was actually a lawyer."

"No way!"

"And why not?" I raised my eyebrow at that.

"No, is just too serious and stuff." I shrug at Dylan commentary.

"Nah, is actually very entertaining, except the family part, with divorce and stuff, bleh, boring~~. But the criminal part; which the one who speaks to you worked at; is very interesting. It was very nerve and brain-wrecking. Each new case had a lot to search on their own, as well as convincing others with what you were saying, it was quite a lot of fun."

"Well, I can't see the fun in that." Says Richard, who earns a snort from me.

"Yeah, of course the all muscle man wouldn't understand, right Dyyylan?"

I start laughing until he tightness his grip over my neck. Ouch ouch ouch.

"Doesn't know how to-to take a joke w-wolfy?"

He let's go, making me swallow dry over my sore throat.

"And my family... well, they were nice and all, but we never talked much, busy as we were with our lives, even more since I wanted my independence fast and went out of their houses as soon as possible."

"Are they alive?"

"I... don't know, but still, the zombie apocalypse didn't change anything it that regard."

"How so? I don't understand..."

I hesitate, I didn't know what to say, actually, I didn't want to say, but in the end the words slipped out of my lips almost too low to hear:

"Who would want a monster as a son?"

At that they stop talking, tense with my words, and I sigh at that.

"And they think I'm already dead anyway, or at least lost, so it doesn't matter anymore." I see Dylan scowl, and brace myself for the lecture that was coming.

"How it doesn't matter anymore?! They could be out there in this hell needing your help and it doesn't matter?" I clench my teeth at that, speeding up unconsciously, angry at the subject, at the interpretation, at the judgment.

"Really?! And you think that would be the best? That beyond all this plague their son comes from the dead, but wait, he is dead, he is just a fucking blood sucking immortal monster?! Do you think that they would prefer that?!"