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“The shifter Elder betrayed our leader,” he reveals. “Right before a very important battle we were supposed to have with werewolves.”
“Werewolves?” My eyes widen in disbelief. “I’ve never met any werewolves before.”
“Pray that you don’t,” he nods, and something tells me that he’s right. It’s probably not a creature I’d like to stumble onto. Then again, living with shifters, I’ve always been taught that vampires were not to be trusted. See where that got me.
“I think I’ve had more than enough of any supernatural creatures,” I say, not really meaning it, but honestly this has all become too much.
“Well, you’ll have to endure us for a while longer,” he tells me. His voice reveals that he doesn’t really like what I said, but I’m not in the mood to explain myself right now.
“Honestly, I’m not sure who will be enduring who,” I admit. “You me, or me you.”
That sounds so silly that he chuckles. I love it when he does that. For a moment, I can convince myself we’re not in this mess and perhaps something might happen between us, something deeper. Then, I am brought back to the present moment. I face reality and I know that hoping for something impossible to happen won’t get me anywhere. In fact, it will only make things more difficult.
“So, tell me the rest of the story of vampires and shifters,” I urge.
He looks at me. His dark eyes are almost animalistic in their sheen, in their wildness. I want some of that for my own. Then I remember that he showed me that animal twice already. He showed it to me, and I want to see so much more. I fight the urge to cup his face with my hands and pull him closer, so we could both forget all about this mess, even for a few blissful minutes.
“There’s nothing much to tell, really,” he shrugs. “You see betrayal everywhere. It is not limited to a certain species. I mean, you humans are horrible backstabbers. I’ve seen humans kill each other for something as irrelevant as a wrong word being said.”
“Really?” I gasp.
“Mhm,” he nods. “So, don’t fall into the trap of thinking any one of us is better than someone else. We are all the same. We are all fighting the same monsters inside of us. It is just that some of us are more successful in staying on the right path than others.”
“Do you think you are on the right path?” I ask him.
“Me?” he seems surprised by the question.
“Yeah, you,” I nod. “You are the vampire king. Many things are expected of you, I guess. Do you think you are on the right path of answering all those demands?”
He presses his lips together, frowning. That’s what it looks like when someone is lost in deep thought, when someone doesn’t really know what to say.
“I know what is required of me,” he says. “And I try to answer the call, but it’s not always possible.”
“I think you are being hard on yourself,” I tell him. “You are here, doing everything in your power to help your clan.”
“I haven’t done anything yet,” he points out. “We haven’t found the well yet and from the looks of it, we may not find it at all.”
“Don’t be discouraged,” I tell him.
“I try not to be, but…”
At that moment, a noise is heard, and we both look in that direction. A small group of vampires is returning. We don’t need to ask them anything. The look on their faces tells us enough, that they haven’t really found anything worth mentioning.
“ Change of plan,” Edmund announces to everyone. “Our location has been discovered, or it will be discovered any moment. We can’t stay here much longer.”
“Where will we go?” one of them asks.
“To the shifter town,” Edmund says.
I can immediately tell that they think it’s a crazy idea. To be quite honest, without the context, it does sound ludicrous. There are murmurs, and I know what they are all saying. They think he is out of his mind.
“I’ve been told that the shifters will come after us,” Edmund continues. “Which means we can’t stay here.”
“So, we just go and serve ourselves on a platter to them?” another vampire asks. He seems younger than most of them. Stubborn as well. I already don’t like him. I suppose the feeling is mutual.
“No one is saying that,” Edmund replies, and I can hear the growling undertone of his voice, when someone questions his decisions. “They won’t think to look for us there, right on their territory.”
“Are you sure?” the smartass asks.
