Over Again (Sequel to WYIC)

4) The Frustration

QUICK LITTLE PRONUNCIATION LESSON:

AYANA: EYE-YANNAH

SONYEH: SONE-YAY

LOKIR: LOW-KEER (SKYRIM REFERENCE XD)

~Fang's POV~

"Please tell me you didn't just do that," I groan as Alec scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Well, uh, sorry?"

"Kid," I roll my eyes. "That ain't gonna cut it if we get attacked by another wave of Taxims. You're on duty tonight, and don't fall asleep this time or I'll beat you with my spear."

"Yes ma'am," the poor guy answers with a salute before leaving. I roll my eyes and look out at the town before me. I found a dozen or so citizens from Oerba hiding out in the woods, terrified of the Cei'th that had invaded the land. Those were the few that had completed their focuses and survived. They'd managed well enough in a small camp for around three hundred and forty years. Good think we ex-l'cei live forever, huh?

Alec was one of the younger people I found, physically only twenty. His focus was to kill his family, and seeing as he's not a Cei'th at the moment, I think you can guess what he did. I had the honor of knowing him when he was a very little child, which means he became a l'cei not long after Vanille and I were locked away in crystal. He had two older brothers and a younger sister with autism. His parents were really nice people... But they unfortunately were not too liked by the Fal'cei apparently. A normal society would have at least kicked him out for something like that, but on Pulse, if you get a focus, anything is bearable so long as people like you enough to forgive you.

With a sigh, I go back inside the house that once belonged to me and Vanille, now belonging to me and those that the town looked up to, and slam a fist down on the old table in frustration. Frill, an old woman that is sweet as can be and helps wherever she can, jumps in her seat and stops her sewing to raise a white eyebrow at me. Her granddaughter, Ayana, looks up too, but then goes back to playing with her chocobo dolls. Her parents were l'cei, but she wasn't, thank goodness. At least she'll get an escape from life one day.

"What is it this time, dear?" Frill asks gently, standing and walking over. Despite being old, she's a fighter. Plus, she goes running every morning along the beach. There's a healthy old woman if I ever saw one.

"Alec. He blew into that stupid horn again just for kicks and now we've got a whole army of Vampires and Taxims heading in from the east."

"I see. From the direction of the tower then?"

"Yeah," I sigh. "There must be hundreds of them just in that one place. Let's just hope they didn't all wanna come or and play."

"I wouldn't worry," she smiles, laying a hand on my shoulder. "You've got loads of strong men and women to help you out if you need it."

"I honestly don't doubt they're capable," I shake my head. "I just don't like putting these people in danger."

An electronic beep reaches my ears as Bhakti bumps against my leg. I scowl at the robot Sazh just had to fix a while back and kick it gently out of the way. Vanille would throw a fit if she saw him in bits again because I kicked him up. Not that I'll see her anytime soon. Alec, Frill, Ayana, and a couple other regulars have pretty much been how I've filled the empty space caused by missing my older friends. That, and that cursed Vampy Boy, but I'd rather not ponder on him any more than my dreams force me to.