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So bizarre.
I had a folding chair and a ledge of the building to use and got everything set up for the way I liked it. Then I switched with Darius and chuckled when he instantly pulled back from the scope and blinked his eyes.
Yeah, I’d thought his vision would be too good to see like I did.
It ended up he had to switch scopes to basically not magnify much at all. He did like it though, saying the precision was fun. He wanted to not load each bullet though. He thought that was a bit tedious.
True, but it had been fun to shoot corrupted in big buildings when they would eat each other. Now they weren’t doing that anymore, so it was sort of a waste and I understood his point.
Jaxon was too old to even use the scope, but he enjoyed it as well. Cerdic didn’t really like guns. He’d had fun with a rocket launcher, but he wasn’t a fan.
Same with Kristof. I understood it since he’d lived so much longer without them, but he said it was an experience to try it. He thought it was impressive how well I did given my vision wasn’t like his. That was clear from the way he reacted when he saw what I normally looked through.
Seriously, his reaction had been comical, but he was sincere in his words that he was so impressed.
Nothing had been raided much there, and while we’d left blood trails to get corrupted to Denver to be blown up, there would still be stragglers and more that we missed. So we ended up roaming around a bit taking down buildings that we wouldn’t raid.
I thought it was interesting that Aether gave all four of my husbands that gift as well, as if she was trying to make them understand me a bit better. There had to be a reason they all got that one. Kristof said the same when he realized it and thought maybe it was so we all had something in common or could always work on the same goal?
Aether was definitely always on our side, but the Goddess was not always on the same wavelength as us.
We found a trucking hub, so Cerdic asked me to fix a bunch of semis and freezer trailers, saying he’d get people to drive them down to St. Louis that night. I wasn’t sure why, but then he explained we were going to hunt like vampires.
“No way,” I hissed. “Turkeys are fucking vicious.”
“So are corrupted, and you said you wanted to keep up on your training,” he reminded me, a bit of mischief sparkling in his eyes. “You’re getting stronger, love. Time to also train like us.” He listened to me argue a bit but then said the one thing that made me agree. “We’ve worked with Eddie on the same.”
Damn. If the only other young vampire like me was doing it, I really couldn’t complain.
And I couldn’t let my buddy deal with their crap alone.
I caved, asking him to teach me how to use the force… And immediately regretting it.
Fucking turkeys were vicious.
“You have to be just as vicious,” Cerdic told me, clearly trying not to laugh.
“I’m not as fast as you,” I reminded him.
“That’s fair, but you also signal what you’re doing.” He held up a finger to tell me to wait and then moved towards the turkeys but wasn’t focused on them, more acting like he was walking past them. Once he was almost behind one, he reached out and grabbed the neck of one, yanking it hard, and killing it.
Except then he stood there, and the other turkeys got pissed he’d killed their buddy and then attacked.
Still, I got the point… After I laughed at him a bit.
“The fuckers are mean,” he agreed after tossing five birds into the pallet bins we were going to load in the freezer trailers.
It was helpful to learn though about signaling and hiding my intentions better. I moved to the edge of the group, walked a bit past, and just grabbed one before darting away. I was strong enough to snap the neck. I definitely was stronger than a human and could sprint faster than most humans.
Darius said I was better than most but not quite Olympic level for sprinting. I had no context to put that in, but I understood he was saying I wasn’t even the level of the most fit humans yet. Still, it was something to work on and apparently Cerdic wanted me to.
If I was training my power and making sure to take care of my body, I agreed to make sure to focus on all aspects, not just the coolest ones that people wanted me to. So I battled with a few dozen turkeys and won but with several wounds from their buddies.
“I still prefer shoosting them.”
“Shoosting?” Darius chuckled.
“The twins say it.” I shrugged. “I think it’s a gamer term. Something about not saying ‘shooting’ when streaming for censorship or something?”
