Twenty-four
Vincent "Fucking Jeez...."
"Do you think I'm the only one who thinks that way?" -he lets out a quick laugh, that same laugh I love so much, but this time it ends up coming out with mockery. -I can introduce you to a bunch of other people, who if they could see you now would say you look like a whore!
- SIR! he shouted in shock.
"Bitch?"
"What did you call me?" I ask through gritted teeth.
"I didn't, I just said I was looking like a pu-"
Before he finishes the word, I'm quick lifting a slap across his face. What I didn't expect is that wall of muscle and power, he was faster than I managed to grab my wrist in the air, before his manhood was injured by my fury.
"Did you really think you could beat me?" -he stares at me with his eyes of death, holding my wrist tightly. -I think it's very hypocritical for you to make a speech about me not accepting the opinion of others, when at the same second you try to hit me for not being able to swallow what I think about your remains of cloth.
Along with his "remains of cloth", he does the favor of letting go of my arm, at the same time he pulls the string in the middle of my breasts, undoing the loop that made the cloth cover me. He doesn't do it with the same desire and relent he had for me. He does so in disgust, surprised by my attitude and irritated by my outfit.
"Please stop it!" - he asked scared.
- It must be really bad to be you Benjamin... - I say those words and walk past him towards the kitchen exit.
“Bad? -he asks from afar.
"Lord, that's enough!"
"Are you saying this because you can't accept your transformation?"
“My transformation? - I repeat, stopping at the door. - I'm even getting used to being like this!
"Then what makes you believe that being in my shoes is bad?"
—It must be a horrible feeling to have created me, but at the same time to have to live every day knowing that I'm not yours!
He locks his red eyes on mine, accompanied by his butler who is baffled by what I've said.
— Well, now I'm going to take off my whore clothes and take a nice bath! - I leave the scene leaving a smoke of sarcasm behind.
— Mila! she called with hate in her voice. -MILA, GET BACK HERE!
- Leave her! he asked. -It's better to stay away from her for a while, before she ends up saying more nonsense.
“Where did you buy that damn dress, Vincent?
- What? - mocks. -The dress is not to blame if you can't control yourself when you're in her presence.
"None of this would have happened if you'd bought regular clothes!"
— Don't give me that argument, because we both know that if she were dressed even in a burqa, it still wouldn't be enough to contain her desires.
"If my ambitions worried me, I wouldn't have said half as much as I did!"
"If all your insults weren't based on that, then I don't know what was!"
— You're right when you say that even with a burqa she would be able to drive me crazy, but you're wrong if you think that everything I said was thinking only of me.
"So now you're sorry?"
— I was tough and I know it, Vincent, but the other guys are not like me, who will respect her body and space. -she explains. -I kill anyone who dares to touch a hair of hers, without authorization.
- I know! -he agrees. -I believe in you. What I don't understand is why, instead of calling her a bitch, he didn't assume he was just worried.
"But that's what I said, dammit!"
— "I can introduce you to a bunch of other people, who if they could see you now would say you look like a whore!" -he repeats his master's words. -Strange way of saying you're worried! - completed.
- I did not say that! He refuses, noticing his stupidity.
"Oh you said yes!"
- Hell!
— I think you're so used to the coldness and brutality of the other three that you end up neglecting Mila.
"I can't apologize on that basis!"
- Not even! - agree. -But if I were you, it wouldn't take me long to think of a good excuse.
— I have the impression Vincent, that sometimes you want to chip me!
- I? - is shocked. -Like this?
“You buy a dress like that knowing how I feel around her and now you tell me to apologize, knowing that at any moment she might try to kill me.
Even though it was very wrong, the butler still couldn't control his untimely laughter.
- Be going?
— You're immortal, you shouldn't worry about death!
“I don't care about that, I care about her personality. Mila doesn't seem like the type of person to kill in cold blood, without first toying with and torturing her victim. I'm sure she'd rather make the other suffer first, rather than a quick and virtually painless kill.
— I think you're wrong, you're too hasty when it comes to her. Lives on assumptions and achisms!
— It's not guesswork. She is my offspring and I know what my offspring are capable of!
- And it's true. You were never wrong about girls!
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— Mila? - He knocks on the door twice. -I can enter?
— If you're alone, yes, but if you're with your master, I want you to send him to hell!
He slowly opens the door and sticks his head in, seeing me sitting on the bed with a book in my hand.
"I'm alone, I swear!"
"Then you can come in..."
Vincent walks through the door carrying a bag of blood in his hands.
"Ah, I see you've had a bath and changed your clothes!"
- Yes!
A normal outfit, without a hint of immorality.
— But you didn't come here for that... -I say looking at what he was carrying.
- Are you hungry?
- No!
"I am, as I am!"
“Even if you're not hungry, you still need to eat.
- Okay! - I agree taking the blood.
"What are you reading there?"
“It's a book I found in the library.
He takes it from my hands and flips through it attentively.
"The Tale of Dragons..." said the title. -This is one of my master's favorite books! he revealed.
— I understand why he likes it so much, I barely started reading it and I'm already falling in love too!
"Do you believe in dragons?"
"God, what do I answer?"
"I-I don't know..." I stammer. -I didn't believe in vampires and today...
— I don't know if I believe it either, my master guarantees that they are extinct, so I may never meet one.
"Extinct?"
"I-I understand..."
"You know my master didn't mean those things, don't you?" -he randomly changes the subject.
"I'd rather not guess what he meant!" -reply drinking the blood little by little.
"He likes you, he just doesn't know how to express it..."
"Did you come here to protect him?"
"No, never!" -she said sitting on the bed, returning the book to my hands. -I'm saying this because I see the way he gets when he's around you. It is clear that there is a feeling.
"I'm sorry, but that kind of feeling I don't have."
- But why? she asks. - You didn't even give him a second chance...
— My marriage has many flaws, Vincent, flaws that no other could bear, but it has two things I learned from it, that perhaps I would never learn. One is about the lessons that life gives us. The deeper your suffering, the greater your learning. And the second one is just like the first one.
- Like this?
— I don't need to suffer twice for the same thing, if I already have the result in my hands.
— I see, so you mean the fear of making the same mistake, but you don't take into account that things could be different.
“That's what I'm afraid of. We are so irresponsible with ourselves, that even with the answer in our hands and a scar on our heart, we still think of a second chance. The problem is that depending on who this second chance is for, many times the second learning may end up not coming. Because forgiving often also means lowering the shield for something that could be fatal.
"You talk like you've been through this before..."
- No! -I lie. -But there's no way to learn something if you're dead!
- Maybe I don't have the same experiences as you Mila, but if there's one thing I've learned in my forty years, it's that throwing your weight on someone else won't lessen the pain you feel. In other words, Benjamin is not to blame for the mistakes Thomas made with you. Avoiding him in fear of what happened in your past and with someone else is totally unfair since you didn't even give him the opportunity to prove your love.
"What a difficult conversation..."
— Do you know how many people out there stop going after their dreams because they are afraid to try? she asked. -In my view, being that programmed robot you said is the same thing as being dead.
— It's... - I'm thoughtful. -You might be right...
"Finish your meal soon and then come down so I can teach you a few things."
- Serious? - I'm anxious. -What are we going to learn today?
"Soon you will know!"
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A week goes by, my days have been tedious and tiring, the only thing I do is eat, train and sleep. I frequented only a few parts of the house, but I also didn't make a point of looking at the rest, since in my spare time I would immerse myself in that book. I haven't seen Benjamin since the day we argued, he had to travel that same night and after that he called Vincent every day, asking about me. The funny thing is, he has my number, but he prefers to call someone else. Vincent had become more than a friend, he was so good to me that he reminded me of my younger sister. He was kind when he had to be, tough when he needed to be, and my partner even when I pissed him off. He caught me in the act a couple of times when I tried to run away to go back home. It's weird, but I wasn't missing people,
"I dream about it every night!"
Falkor. Falkor is the name of the dragon that the witch Hector Datto, gave to the creature in the book, which, by coincidence, looked too much like the dragon I knew.
"But that story I'll finish telling later, because now I'm starving!"
I go down to the kitchen, open the fridge and grab a glass pouring my food into the glass. In three gulps tops, I dry the seventh bag of blood. The minimum is two, but after I got used to the taste, it became difficult to drink less than five drinks a day.
"On the days that Vincent goes to the hospital, I drink a dozen or so, hidden from him!"
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