"You're a vampire, so you heal. The fact no one is shrieking that your brains are falling behind you should be a sign that you'll be fine."
My response is quite sharp and not even in the slightest hesitant. He may not be dressed well, but if he was more concerned about his hair than the fact he nearly exposed himself into a world that clearly had no business knowing he was a Vampire, then he really needed to get his priorities straight. I'm the one that should be making mistakes. I mean, I'm still fairly new within this supernatural world. It was his comment that I was stressed that caused me to raise my head, one eyebrow raising as if to say 'really'? Stressed? STRESSED? You think I am stressed? Let me tell you something buddy, I'm not stressed. I'm frustrated. Not just with you, but everything and everyone. You want to know what it is like to be constantly alone or unwanted? It's not fun, but I accept it, because what else am I going to do? With a shake of my head I release a heavy sigh, stuffing my hands roughly in my pockets as we continue to walk down the sidewalk. I'm trying to calm down. Honestly, I am. But I just...I'm just not happy. His apology was met with silence, as my eyes briefly look up in his direction. That he needed to take all this time to pay her eight simple dollars...was...sad. With a shrug I remained quiet, keeping up the pace. As the man decided to proclaim he was the opposite of what I am used to, I couldn't help, but snort in protest.
"I'm not being cross. I'm being defensive. Everyone I know just leaves, even when I'm nice. You never came to find me to say Hello, not all those months as you collected 8 dollars. I don't think you're proof of the opposite."
Cross. Cross? Oh, I'll give you cross! I don't trust your words! Why did you wait almost an entire year to give me a measly amount of 8 dollars? I don't know anyone that isn't capable of saving up that amount, especially one that is in constant debt, needing to pay others. It was frustrating. Why do I have to be seen just so that I can be paid again? It was quite depressing, really. Is my time and presence not worth anything. I am fairly certain I am worth more than eight dollars, but what do I know. I stop moving as he hands the dollar bills to me. I honestly don't need the money. I'm doing okay with where I am at. The way he looked really told me that he didn't really need to lose this money right now. I mean he could use a new pair of shoes, jeans, jacket...well everything really. I couldn't help, but give him a sympathetic look as I shake my head, waving my hand. I can't take his money that would be wrong, in so many ways. I can't help, but tilt my head down as he asks where I'm headed and if I would like company. Of course I want company. I mean my horsey self has been aching to have me be near someone or something. The lack of those that stuck around me was pretty much no one. With a shrug I look back up at him, not knowing there was a defeated look on my face.
"No, you keep the money, you need it more than me. And I was wanting to get something to eat."
Calliel Alosi
Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable