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Some would say my whole distaste for the vampire species is because of misunderstanding them. They might say I'm basing my hatred of an entire race off of one individual, the vampire who killed my mother. In a way, you could say they're right but I've seen enough in my many many lifetimes to prove that most of the rest aren't a good batch either. I think it's just ingrained in them to be merciless bastards who don't care about life in general. They live off of a human's life force, after all, so it's not really like they have a choice. I see so many reports from the council of rogue vampires on rampages, killing innocent humans, even Weres when they get desperate. Even covens that have decided human life means nothing and they're just their blood bags, nothing more. Living nightmares brought to life, whole night clubs turned into blood baths. Bodies hanging up like slaughtered cows, strewn across the floor in disarray and chaos. That's what vampires are made of...chaos. I've seen the evidence of it. I don't blame Amelia for what I've seen. I know she's different, somehow. Her words only further prove my point, though my lips tighten in a thin line as I look out the windshield. I know in a way she's right and hating a whole species does nothing but harm. Maybe I could get away from it if I wasn't a hunter but I don't know what else I'd do with my life if not this. I'm reminded of what their kind can do every night that I go on patrol. Finding drained bodies if just part of the scenery and every time, it makes me feel sick to my stomach. "As long as you're careful. Don't go accepting the wrong people and end up paying for it. There's only so many times I can be there to fly you out of danger." I give her a playful wink to let her know I'm joking around. Of course I am semi-serious too. I worry about her, knowing that she sees the good in everyone. I don't want to see her get hurt. She's very efficient about exchanging numbers. I smirk while driving, letting her do her thing and when she hands the phone back, I chuckle at her comment. "You got that right. Way to set a guy's heart on edge." I'm glad I can make her laugh about the stake in the back of my pants. As long as she knows it would never be intended for her. I've already saved her life once. I wouldn't do that for someone I wanted dead. I grin when she brings up the way I can't help but look at her in that dress. I shrug. "The warning should have come on the tag in that dress. I'd have to be completely fairy-like not to take advantage." I smirk, hoping she catches the joke about my own species. I'm well aware that when others see a male fairy, they think I must like men. Sure, I'm not opposed to beauty in any gender but I do enjoy my women also. When you live long enough, I think you can come to love things in all people, no matter their body parts. I can't help but scowl a little, my hand rubbing the leather steering wheel in a protective fashion as she mentions valet parking. "You trust the people here?" I ask in a serious way. I'm very serious about the way I feel about this car, after all. I wait for her answer as I pull around to where the people in vests wait with hands out. A heavy sigh of reluctance falls from my lips and I roll down the window. As the man comes over, I look him up and down. "How old are you? You better not be anywhere close to 16 or you're not touching this car." The man stumbles over his words nervously, obviously not expecting an interrogation from a customer. He assures me that he's well past 16 and I will admit, he looks it. I dangle the keys over his hand, glancing back at Amelia one last time as if I need reassurance before I place them in his hand, though I do hold on as I meet his gaze once more. "One scratch on her and I will be your living nightmare. You hear me?" The man nods vigorously and only then do I release the keys, watching him hesitantly get into the car as I get out. I glare at him well after he's very carefully droven the car around the side of the building and out of sight. My bottom lip even trembles a little before I sigh and clear my throat, holding out my arm to Amelia and throwing on a cavalier smirk. "You ready, my lady?" |