(Afternoon of April 9th, 2014)
~DAY TWO~
His second day away from home was Xavier’s worst thus far. He missed the silly couch he used to pretend to sleep on, because of the fact that Lacië had bought it for him regardless of how many times he told her he never sleeps. She wanted him to be comfortable. She wanted him to feel at home in her home. Her ignorant kindness warmed his barely active heart, bringing him to his senses.
To say the least, jetlag was the least of his problems.
He hadn’t fed himself in several days, which Mariet Ryuko had easily taken advantage of. He was starving and irritable, which weren’t preferable traits for Xavier to hold in the President’s presence, but just as stubborn as ever.
“We’ll get you to talk at one point, Riddle.” Ryuko muttered darkly, her posture not once compromising or lessening. She was awake and alert. She was a vulture waiting for the perfect time to swoop in on her prey, and devour them whether they are dead or not. Her fingers were sternly laced with one another, the skin of her knuckles bleached and burning.
Xavier let out a tough sigh, narrowing his eyes at her. “It’s hard to speak when you don’t have the words, Mrs. Ryuko.” He muttered, twiddling his thumbs under their restraints. “You can’t expect me to answer questions that I don’t have the answers to. This isn’t a seventh grade relationship. You can’t pull this crap with me. I’m not gonna pull answers out of my ass, no matter how impressive and comical that would be.” Xavier exclaimed with a smirk, his voice bone dry and cold.
“But there are some questions that you should have the answers to.” She spoke ominously, staring right through him. “How old are you, Xavier?” She asked quietly, her eyes straying away from his strong gaze. “How long have you been on Earth?” She volleyed, meeting his cold eyes with unreadable ones.
His eyebrows furrowed and his forehead throbbed. “I should be turning 20 this year, if I hadn’t been turned when I did. I have visually aged up to 18, as that was the year of my turning. You approved of the date and you were there when it happened, so why are you asking? Mariet, I’ve only stopped aging for two years, right?” Xavier reminisced weakly, the memories replaying like patchwork. Some pieces didn’t seem to fit, but that was the way it was. That was the way he remembered most things. Along with most of his organs, his memory had begun to lose its functionality. He just couldn’t remember things as well as he used to be able to. That was how it was. He was undead. Not everything about him was going to stay the same.
But still, he stared down his frame, trying to pick up any physical differences that could contradict his statement, only to realize that was stupid. The length of time since his turning did not matter, since there were no real physical changes that occurred after becoming a fully fledged vampire. Xavier just wanted a reason to contradict himself.
Xavier, himself, is a contradiction.
Mariet rolled her eyes, pulling a notepad out from under the table. It was frayed and the fabric was faded. The pages were yellowed and folding in at the corners. Her name was unevenly pressed against the moleskine cover, the writing inconsistent and juvenile. It looked as if a 5 year old did it and no one told them that capitals were only for the beginnings. She flipped the pages underneath her fingers, stopping at a single date in particular. October 17th, 2002. A title spread across the page, the lettering dipping down into the text.
The Turning of Xavier Riddle.
“You would be turning 31 this year if I hadn’t turned you, Xavier.” She whispered, pulling the notebook away from him.
