Hakeem
"I need help…" I looked at her and her face Immediately creased with worry. She looked at me with so much worry that I laughed out just to ease the atmosphere.
I was so used to Isis worrying over me the way she did. She would always try to make sure that I was fine, now I needed her to calm down, I could handle myself.
"Isis, I'm fine. I got good news actually. That's why I'm here in the first place." I clarified and her face slowly shifted to surprise.
"Ohhh...wow," She adjusted in her seat, turning to face him. If he didn't get her attention before, he definitely got this now with this reveal. She looked at him expectantly as if waiting for him to tell her what the news was about.
"Sooo, what's the news or are you going to try and make me guess. That's going to be another very unsuccessful attempt. You of all people know how very bad I'm at guessing." Isis started complaining.
"No I'm not going to make you guess, I got into the Band.." I dropped the news casually. I saw her facial expression go from a bubbling confusion to finally connecting the dots in her head and realizing what I just told her.
"Heeeeyyyy, omfg!! Hakeem!!! That's Brilliant...since when?? I'm so happy for you and I'm so proud of you," She said, smiling at me. I was glad today was one of the days she remembered how much I detested personal contact like hugging and holding hands.
"Thank you for not embracing me in a huge hug, that would have turned out different."
"You would have sent me over the apartment by now and started world war three," Isis said laughing.
"But really bro, that's great news for real. I never knew you had in you to be honest." She looked at me proudly and it was the first time she had looked at me this proud.
"So what help do you really need then?," She asked.
"Well I just got told about being offered a five year contract and I need a lawyer before I can be done with the whole contract thing. It's not really that much, just a bunch of papers that need to be signed and that's it. After that, I wouldn't be in your hair." I promised her and she gave me a look of disapproval. I knew I had said something to upset her again.
"What do you mean you won't be in my hair again? Hakeem, you are my brother alright, You are forever allowed to be in my hair, I'm not going to be like mom," She said to me warmly and I felt something twitch in my chest. it was a warm fuzzy feeling like my heart was placed besides a
Fireplace and it felt all warm and fuzzy. I started back at her giving her a genuine smile showing that i was thankful to support she was showing.
"So how am I supposed to help them??," She adjusted in her seat facing me directly this time.
"Don't you know anyone who knows anyone who is a lawyer that can help me with signing the document?? Pleasee??" I begged. My raspy voice was coming through more and I felt more vocally tired. I just wanted to leave for home. I suddenly missed my bed, the comfort it brought to me.
Spending such a long day being nice and smiling at people you didn't really give a fuck about. Jeremy was nice and I think if we met under different circumstances, We would have been good friends. Talking, smiling and being wasn't the only exhausting issue about being in the band house, my encounter with the band leader alone was mind weighing.
It was like every contact we made verbally and physically was always chaotic and destructive, yet it felt so good, like hot cheetos. It burns but I still eat it anyways because it felt good and it made me feel something for someone who didn't feel much when it came to my emotional department.
"I could tell my wife, her brother works in a private law firm, he could hook us up with someone," Isis suggested and I finally cut off my thoughts of Mr Hot Cheetos. I didn't miss the proud tone of her calling Isabella her wife.
I wondered if someday, I would ever know what it felt like to have a person for a home. I have had different worries about surviving my father's threats and the men he sends monthly to capture me and bring me back, but after the conversation with my driver and seeing Isis feel like this and act like this. I realized that there was more, There was more to harsh whiskey and boring TV shows but I was still who I was at the end of the day, I didn't do well with
Emotions which were a known fact in my family. This earned me the name "Cold prince", A name that my father was very proud of until I decided to leave and followed in the footsteps of my sister who left two years before I left.
"Thank you, Isis. Whatever will I do without you…" I said to her and I meant it. She has been more of a mother, a friend and a sister to me. She trained my senses and my combat skills. I owed everything I was today to her because I was a lost almost lifeless and savage prone vampire driven by anger and hate for everything till she showed me what life was outside the clan, outside the walls of the palace, outside the walls of our city, she showed me there was more to this life than what I knew and what a good glass of whiskey felt like.
I stood up on my feet preparing to go to my apartment, I already felt like I could do with a little rest and sleep gnawed at the nip of my eyelids.
"Probably will be at the palace grown into a full-breed monster.— Wait, you are leaving??," She asked, feeling a little hurt spill through her voice and I immediately felt bad. I felt like I was just using her as I only decided to leave after I got the help I needed.
"Noo, no no...I'm very much around." I lied and she cocked a brow at me with unbelief.
"You are lying…"
"Okay okayy yes I'm lying…" I admit, I can't lie to her, not because I'm a bad liar because I'm an impressive liar if I do say so myself but she listens, she could hear my heart beat go out of flow and it was easy to hear the change in flow of heart rate.
"You want to go back to your apartment??," She asked with disappointment, weighing down her voice.
"Yeah, honestly, I just wanted to sleep so bad but I guess I can do that here. You guys have a spare coffin yeah??," I decided to be honest and crack a stale joke.
"Shut up, what is this, the 15AD??" She said laughing even though it was the millionth time I was cracking the joke. I felt a little warmest spark at the pit of my belle as I took some seconds to think about this new found emotion.
I ended up sleeping for just a few hours until The smell of casserole woke me up, you might think vampires don't eat human food but along the years we got used to the stale taste of human food till it wasn't so stale anymore and it didn't make us feel like emptying our guts.
It wasn't my first time eating Isabella's crazy food. It was always a little more desired because she made food with cannibal recipes and used it to cook for Isis and I. It was just regular food with blood in it and the blood seemed to make the food a little more delectable than usual.
I later kissed them both goodbye but not after Isis trolled me a bit and asked me when I was going to zing and get a beautiful partner. I was old enough for it already but I didn't feel like I was looking for my partner anytime soon. Her person was a simple human and mine could be anything, maybe a freaking tree, who knows.
I got home and kicked off my boots at the mat just beside my door entrance before strolling into my fridge pulling out a good red wine. Today I wanted something a bit more relaxing. After arranging the wine glass and wine bottle on my centerpiece, my doorbell rang, setting me down a path of anger.
I moved at speed second to the door and fling it open without bothering if I was going to tear the door off its hinges. Shock tore me off my hinges instead.
"Anderson…"