BTT x Reader | BloodXLust

Chapter One Hundred & Thirty Two | EnemiesXJudgement

I ignored him and fiddled with my hands nervously, feeling every second I was only getting close to the inevitable encounter with Greta.

I knew she was dangerous, but I really don't know why. Like Francis said, I should get to know more of her story than looking at the cover. In terms of reading a book, I'd only just skimmed through Greta's and heard the back cover details, though I didn't believe them.

I knew Francis was right, but I feared I had no time to read before things escalated, and my consciousness was screaming that they would. It screamed at me to trust my gut, but my closest friends were cautioning me to be careful and take my time.

Maybe if I told them everything then I would have the time. They'd protect me. But what if they'd hate me instead?

I've contemplated this far too many times now. I wonder if I don't want them to find out is because I know that woman—Mrs. Brown—was right. I'm a dark person, and that darkness is always there bubbling beneath the surface like lava slowly bubbling to the surface of a volcano. Right now, I, too, felt I'd explode.

"__?" Gilbert prodded my side, and I looked up in surprise from scratching at my hands.

"Are ju okay? You're leaving marks on your hands?"

I noticed the pink indentations on my hands, slowly puffing up before immediately healing. This sight still unnerved him, and he looked away. He snatched my hand and held it in his, not meeting my eyes as we continued downtown.

"To the gym?" Francis confirmed.

I took a deep breath, trying my best to hide my fear, "Yeah."

A ten-minute walk passed by in a moment in my eyes as I tuned out the conversation Antonio, Francis, and Gilbert were having. I didn't blink back into reality until I heard them laugh and ask if I agreed.

"Huh?"

"What? Did you not hear a single thing I said?" Antonio asked, mildly offended, but mostly concerned.

"Oh—uh, no. Sorry...just thinking about what Francis said." This was half true. I had thought about it, but I hadn't been just now.

"Which part?"

"About reading Greta like a book. Not about whatever you were just talking about..." I trailed off, and his expression became more serious.

"Do you need our 'elp reading 'er?"

"No. I think I'm pretty good at reading people by now."

"You do this kind of thing a lot?" Gilbert asked in an emotionless tone. I felt like they were slowly putting together the puzzle pieces of my past.

Traveling the world. My weird stories. My constant attacks, defensive and offensive. It was all too much and too suspicious. They knew I wasn't normal, not in the human sense and not in a supernatural sense either.

One thing I knew about facing Greta was that she was probably just like me...but I wasn't sure what she was fighting for. For what reasons did she want to face me. I'd need to speak with ear alone than outright lure her away and fight. But I doubt she wouldn't escalate immediately to gain the upper hand. I had to be on constant alert, so from the moment we entered the cold, loud gym, I honed every sense on spotting her.

"Hallo!" The desk clerk greeted. I'd noticed only American clerks were super energetic about meeting people, even customers. Even in a friendly manner, she seemed uninterested in us. However, this could just be that she'd had a long day.

"Bonjour! Long time, no see, Isle."

"Francis," she laughed.

This woman must be early thirties by appearance. That, or she was really tired based on the bags under her eyes.