“So where is home?” She asked tenderly, as if she cared.
“Fuck off,” I grumbled. I was caught in my lie. I didn’t even know what to say now.
She was smiling like a fox. “Where is it you want to go then?”
I lowered my head. “I don’t come from around here.” There. Not a lie.
She hummed agreement, nodding. “I know.”
I balked. “You know?” Right, she’d mentioned my ‘stature’, so maybe she knew… I leaned back smugly in my chair. “What do you know?” Come on, tell me the goods.
FoxFace smiled. She leaned forward innocently. “I know you’re not from around here.” And she lifted a finger to point between my eyes. “I know you’re a new specimen.”
A shudder ran through me at that wording. “Specimen?” I squawked. “I’m not-” but I stopped at her chilling smile.
“You’re not a vampire,” she said softly. “You’re much more powerful than that. Aren’t you?”
I squirmed. Uh, maybe? How did she know so much? Could they really tell so much from a blood sample? Humans.
“So where are you from?” she asked, clasping her fingers before herself on the table. “Tell me,” she said so sweetly.
I scowled. “I don’t have to tell you anything. I have nothing to do with this situation-”
“Oh?” she raised her eyebrows. “An uprising is being planned, and you just appear?”
I bit my lip. She knew?
She smiled… not patronizingly, matronizingly? Like I was a cute little chick that just needed some good henpecking. “You don’t think I’m stupid, do you?”
I swallowed some snark and shook my head.
“You do realize I won’t stop until I get the answers I want?” she said with that smile. I wished she’d stop smiling. I fidgeted, taking up my pentacle necklace. No need to use it yet, I told myself. I was just being interrogated. Couldn’t I stand this?
But I didn’t like the feeling that she knew more than I did. She had so many chips in her hand, and I had none. Except for myself, so to speak. And hey, I’m a mega chip but I need to know what I’m doing. And right now I was out of lies. I just wanted out. So hey, why not try that option?
I imitated her, clasping my hands on the table and leaning forward. “I want to make a deal with you.”
Her eyebrows raised. “That’s cute, considering your situation.”
I bit back a comment. “Let me go, and I’ll do you a favor.”
I shrugged. “Like not killing you. Who knows?”
Her teeth flashed brilliant white as she grinned, nastily. “You should reconsider. Tell me something I don’t already know, for example.”
I snorted and crossed my arms, still leaning forward, trying to get all up in her face. “You can’t make me talk.”
In a flash she snatched the top of my head and slammed me face-first to the table. Smack! Forehead and nose to the table!
I yelped, cradling my face. Blood! I was bleeding! My nose!
It hurt! I know incarnation brought new sensations, but this pain was just – wow! Ouch!
“So you see,” she was saying as I snorted blood and gingerly touched my nose. Not broken? No, not broken. “I can make you talk. I have many, many, ways to make you talk.”
I glared at her. “Oh yeah?” I sneered, feeling braver than I felt.
Her smile was still there. “We also have Mark, if you’re not enough incentive for yourself. How do you feel about watching an innocent being tortured before your very eyes?”
I blanched. They wouldn’t. But one look at that smile and – yeah, they would. Or m ore precisely, she would.
“Not so sure?” she asked tentatively. “You look a little queasy.”
I looked down at my hands. Monsters. Humans are monsters. I wanted to go home already. “Look,” I said flatly. “You won’t believe me, so,”
“Try me,” she said softly.
Uh. I looked at her. Like, really looked at her. She was in a country being attacked by vampires, right? “You know,” I said cautiously. “The vampires kind of came out of nowhere, right?”
She waited patiently while I gauged my situation. There was nothing in my mission statement that said ‘don’t give away our existence’, so … “I’m the Grim Reaper’s child,” I said flatly.
A light went off in her eyes. “Really?” she said sweetly, way too sweetly.
Shit. What, was she going to run tests on me now? Shoulda thought this through. What now?
“So this is a turf war,” she said. “The Skulls kidnapped you to send a message to the Canes.”
“Uh, what?” I squinted at her. Skulls? Canes?
She gave me a petulant expression. “Your daddy? The Skulls? Mark’s gang? The Canes? Or did you not pay attention to Daddy’s work?”
I bit my lip. Just my luck. Just, well, maybe this was a turn for the best.“Y-yeah. I just,” I hung my head. “Tried not to have anything to do with it,” I mumbled.
“But then your friends abandoned you,” she said sweetly. “And you were in that car.”
I bit my lip harder. Shouldn’t have told her that. Really shouldn’t have.
“And now here you are,” she said in awe, as if I was a golden unicorn pooping a rainbow out for her.
I scowled at her. “So? You gonna send me home or what?”
She smirked. “What did daddy do to make your blood like it is?”
“I’m not a vampire.”
“I noticed,” she said softly. “So what are you then?”
I squirmed down. “I told you. I’m the Grim Reaper’s child. That’s all I know.”
Oh, those white white teeth. “Well, let’s find out together then, why don’t we?”
Oh, dear sweet Jesus on a stick.
The Grim Reapet’s child!
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Right? That was basically the entire premise for this story: grim reaper’s child, orange and black hair, and getting picked up on the side of the road. The rest I’m discovering as I write. It’s so much fun!
It’s great fun to read!
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