Entropy

Chapter Fourteen: A pet.

Polnareff had taken a walk to clear his head, he was not able to sleep. A combination of nightmares of his sister's death and worry for the woman he had recently became close friends with. He could not help but to worry about her. The night air was cool and crisp. Perfect for a late night walk. He made sure to stay by the hotel and to keep an eye out for any signs of lurking pillar men or vampires. Joseph Joestar had decided on a high-quality hotel, either four or five stars. It was luxurious, they even had a garden to go for a walk in. Polnareff took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The vapor from his breath in the cold night air shone in the moonlight.
A flutter made him look up, someone had left their balcony door open. Polnareff tisked. Then he realized it. That was his floor... That was his room! The balcony banister had been smashed! Polnareff ran and climbed up the side of the building and onto his room's balcony. Carefully, he sneaked up to the door and used the reflection on silver chariot's metal body to look into the room safely.

There was a huge man in his room. Built very well. The man seemed to be sniffing around like an animal. The man sniffed until he found (y/n)'s luggage. He was playing with the zippers before he got the hang of it and opened it. Polnareff watched the man sniff through the clothes like a beast, tossing some items aside that did not interest him. The silver haired Frenchman eased closer into the room, carefully, as to not disturb this creature that looked like a man.
He was acting just like a dog. Polnareff's blue eyes looked to the clock, it was midnight. A few hours until morning. Polnareff had a feeling he was going to be tired the next morning, but the others would forgive him. The Frenchman quietly approached. He saw the man stop looking through the luggage. The sound of sniffing came again before the torso of this intruder rippled. The huge man had a small bag in his hand. It was the bag that (y/n) used to carry her hairbrush and toothbrush. He had the material of her veil wrapped around the bag.

The intruder stood and turned scarlet red eyes to look towards Polnareff. Santana. His vermillion hair and dull grey flesh tone skin contrasted with the teal marking below his left eye. His shining horns reflected light. He did not have much on as far as clothing. Just a small garment to cover his hips and groin area. Polnareff stood ready to attack. He knew Santana was ready to attack as well with how the ribs under his skin was rippling. The pillar man cut his eyes quickly to the open balcony door. Polnareff kept his eyes on Santana.
"Hey. Santana.," the Frenchman spoke, "Why are you taking her things?" The big man did not answer Polnareff. Instead, he was stared at with those scarlet eyes. "Answer me.," Polnareff said. Santana had a stern look on his face, he stayed quiet during their standoff. The pillar man looked to the door again. From the motions he was making, Santana wanted to leave, yet Polnareff was in his way. "You have three seconds to tell me why you are taking her things.," the Frenchman spoke, "I was keeping those for when we take her back."

Santana's eyes narrowed. Polnareff started counted, "Trois." The pillar man did not speak. "Deux.," he continued and readied Chariot. Santana's ribs rippled under his skin before shooting out at Polnareff. The Frenchman stumbled back to avoid them, giving Santana time to escape. Polnareff winced in pain from hitting a sidetable. "DAMMIT!," He shouted and got on the bed. His blue eyes looked at the woman's things that were now strewn all over the ground. The Frenchman took a few breaths and heard a knock on his door, painfully, he got up and opened the door. "Is something wrong, Polnareff?," Avdol asked. Joseph was with him.
"Santana was here. He was in my room and was going through (y/n)'s things. He took some of her things.," the Frenchman replied and motioned behind him to the mess, "I don't know what the hell he was doing. He did not answer any of my questions." "I don't know either.," Joseph replied, "Santana doesn't like to talk. He is quiet compared to the others. If he did have a reason, he won't tell." "Are you okay though?," Avdol asked, "He did not hurt you?" "No, he just took some of her things after pushing me back with his ribs.," Polnareff replied, "I need to clean this up."
"At least you're okay. Santana could have eaten you.," Joseph said and walked away with Avdol. Polnareff turned then stopped, realizing what Joseph said, "He What?!"