Alejo [Vampire]

Alejo- Chapter 12

I've decided to go a little crazy and post a picture of Loki WITH clothes. I know I know. Call the asylum. No half naked Lokis. This is unheard of. 

::CHAPTER 12::

Waking up in Bvendini was always a little disorienting. It was supposed to be dark right now like the rest of the Italian immortal population, but the sun was shining as bright as ever. Worse yet, the initial reaction for sunlight was ingrained into my mind. I spotted the brightness and pulled away before I was able to remind myself that this sunlight was not real. It would not burn. It was nowhere near bright enough to hurt my eyes but damn it, it was still brighter than I was used to.

It was an extra shock to see sunlight this morning on the heels of the dream I’d just gotten out of where everything was hued much darker.

I’ve always thought that humans were some of the dullest creatures on God’s green earth as far as being interesting went. It was a bit odd to see that the human version of me was just as much an enigma as the immortal version.

Without a doubt I had to tell Samuel about this. As soon as I’d taken a shower and dressed I set out to find him. It took some hunting and asking around to find that he was not in the house. Well that was a waste. I gave a huff and crossed my arms as I leaned on the kitchen counter. Where would he possibly go? I didn’t send him on any errands and it isn’t as though he knows anyone here.

“You only just got up,” Loki strolled up behind me, “and you’re missing your better half already?” I wasn’t startled. I’d heard him coming long before he spoke up.

“I don’t see where he could have gone.”

“He has a life away from you. You do know that right?”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning he has family and friends here in Bvendini. He doesn’t only go when you say go.”

“Family?” I frowned, “He never mentioned any family here.”

“I wouldn’t mention my family either if they were human. I’d be afraid that you would kill them off.”

“You’re one to talk about killing off families.”

He was not caught off guard by the quip. As usual he neither denied it nor owned up to it. He simply smiled at me. That knowing yet evasive little smile. One that said ‘you might be wrong…or you might be right’ though we both knew the truth.

“So human, eh?” I said when it became clear that he wasn’t going to say much else.

“Talk to him about it. He’s your advisor.”

“Why talk to him when I can talk to you, little brother? You’re here and he isn’t. Besides, it’s been so long since we’ve last had a heart to heart.”

“More like heart to empty, gaping hole,” was the response.

“You always seek to wound me,” I sighed.

“You don’t have the emotional capacity to be wounded,” he said and sat at the island, “Speaking of wounded…were you serious last night? About you and your date killing two people while feeding.”

“No of course not. We had dinner in a respectable place where all meals lived to see another day,” I responded already bored with his train of thought, “Now about Samuel’s family. How many of them are there?”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make jokes like that again,” he acted like I hadn’t added anything, “Humans are an important part of this city.”