You're probably wondering why I hate god. I mentioned it in the first book but never said anything else. So here goes...
Once upon a time when I was but a wee boy I went to church. This was after I had been beaten and abused, can't remember why we went. But I wandered around the churches hallway like a kid does and came across a statue of Jesus. God was nearby on a mosaic and smiling. So I wondered to myself "self, why does god smile when his people all over the world are suffering?" I thought why would he leave us to this when he is supposed to be "saving" and "kind." Why does he smile so goddamn much when everyone is hurting?
While we were having fun with what we were doing, I decided to have my own fun: testing Indra's vampire-ness.
I just wanted to see what the package came with.
He was in the kitchen cooking when I, without warning, threw a glass at him.
His hand flew up and he caught it pretty quickly.
"Oh wow." I thought. Indra looked at me curiously. I walked away. A few hours later, I threw a plate like a frisbee.
"What the!" He reached up and caught it by the edge. I grinned and chuckled. He has his pranks, I have mine. But golly! This man is patient.
I laughed as he fussed.
Next time, an egg.
I threw it as he was passing by my room, once his back was to me. It was hurtling towards his head. He turned around in caught it. He sighed, annoyed. I smiled at him.
Those reflexes. Does he have a blind spot?
"Alright. Enough of that." He left to put the egg away. I giggled and followed him.
"So! What else can you do?" I asked curiously.
"Do?" Indra asked. We made it to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and put the egg back.
"You know! Mind-reading, super senses, super speed, super strength, good reflexes." I counted on my fingers. "What else can you do?"
Indra stared at me for a second. "That's pretty much it." He answered.
"Aw." I groaned.
Indra pat my head and closed the fridge door.
"Do you want to go somewhere?" He asked.
"Not particularly."
Instead we just took a nap together. I took a nap, Indra just laid beside me all still and silent.
When I woke up Indra asked me a random question.
"Can I wash your hair?"
I looked at him cautiously.
Does it stink? I can't smell it... When was the last time I washed it? I wracked my brain. Couldn't have been that long.
"It's just really pretty and I want to, you know run my fingers through it." Indra rambled.
"You run your fingers through it all the time." I pointed out.
He rubbed the back of his head, "I know. I just really want to wash it though."
I grumbled, hesitating, but let him do it either way. It was nice. He was very gentle. I liked it.
"Alright, you happy?" I asked when we got back to my bedroom.
"Yes!" Indra nodded.
I rubbed the towel over my head, trying to get the excess water out. Indra bounced happily. Kid.
