"Can you just sit still already?" Adam cautioned, pulling her out of the kitchen. "What are you doing? Are you mad?"
"Why do I have to heed your words?" She asked him sternly, with no iota of appreciation or faked niceness.
"Heed your...who the fuck uses those words these days? Did you come from the twelve hundreds? I see...that explains why you know absolutely nothing. How did you get here though?" Adam spilled out his curiosity.
"Who are you to ask where I'm from?" Sarah growled, disappearing into another room to check out what was inside it. If it were to be someone else who had been rude to Adam, they would have suffered gravely for doing so. Sarah on the other hand, irked Adam so much, but he did not have the liberty to deal with her like he would do the others.
"Such an impudent bitch," he spat, going into the room she has just entered.
One shutting the door behind him, Sarah was holding a knife to his neck. She had stolen it from the kitchen when she was there earlier, keeping it as weapon to kill anyone whom she felt should be killed….even if such person turned out to be the person in whose house she's busy infringing on.
"You're a crazy bitch do you know that? You think I can't kill you if I wanted to?" Adam reminded her that he was a werewolf, just in case she had forgotten.
"I'm not scared of you, neither are you going to kill me like you're professing," Sarah said fearlessly, glaring at him. Adam smirked and put his two hands in his pocket.
"I hate your guts. You won't be standing here if another wolf had found do you know that, miss?" He mocked sarcastically, liking the fact that he was able to keep puttied her in her place by continuously talking about being a wolf.
"Then I want to get caught by another wolf," Sarah blurted, leaving the room and heading for the main door. Adam went after her and held her by the hand.
"You think I brought you here because I don't want to die? You're fucking wrong! You're a threat to the city dwellers who we have been mandated by our ancestors to protect. We don't suck humans dry of their blood. No, our job is took keep looming danger like you far away from them.
"I would rather kill you myself than let you die by the hands of another wolf, because it would be a great honor for me. I sever your head from your head this instant to earn the adoration of my pack…."
"Then let me leave of my own accord. Since you're very keen to kill me, why don't you just do it already? I followed you here because I needed a place to lay my head in the afternoons. Living with you in your home was tolerable than us having to cross paths every single time," Sarah spoke the longest she had ever done since she awakened.
Adam knew his threats wouldn't go get far with Sarah. Taking her in was enough to show her that he wasn't going to kill her.
"In other words we're both cool with you staying here. So you have to live here on my terms since this is my house."
Sarah made no response, instead she laid on the cushion and stared at him like nothing happened.
"I love it here nonetheless," she admitted, trying hard not to smile. She didn't like Adam, but she somehow felt it was better and safer for her to stay in his house. When she had tried to leave the house earlier, Sarah was only acting up.
"Why do I have to live here on your command withal?"
"Isn't that a normal thing to do since I literally own this house? And your diction is really annoying the crap out of me."
"What is diction?" Sarah quizzed, not knowing what the word meant.
"Uh? You have a lot of backstory reveal to do"
Sarah's brows knitted in confusion. "I don't know what you're saying, but your language does sound strange to me. You make use of a lot of ugly.
Adam couldn't help but chortle at her words and mannerisms.
"You noted yourself outside that the world has really changed a lot, so why would you think anyone would find your mode of speaking appealing here?"
"Cool," Sarah replied, not knowing what the word meant, but she felt like it was the right thing to say at that moment.
Adam shook his head disappointedly and headed for his room.
Sarah stood up from the cushion, into the kitchen where she returned the knife to the rack she had taken it from.
***
The smell of gas filtered through almost every corner of the house. Sarah stood in front of the gas cooker, wondering what was be done next. She intuitively knew the gas was for cooking because it looked similar to what was used back in her day.
She went to Adam's room and knocked gently on his door.
"What now?" he asked tiredly, suddenly picking up the strange smell in his nose.
"Shit! Did you turn on the gas?"
"Is that what it is? It's also used to make a fire too, correct?"
"Don't even try to make any freaking fire! You're going to burn the whole house down. I asked you to sit still in the living room didn't I?"
"When did I affirm I was going to obey your words?" Sarah responded, walking out of his sight. Adam rushed to the kitchen and turned off the gas, opening up the windows afterwards.
"That could have set a fire dammit!" Adam scolded pulling her back to the living room. Sarah yanked her hand off his.
"I detest it when you grab me by the arm in such manner. It's belittling."
Adam face palmed himself, knowing he had just called in some serious trouble for himself and his peace of mind by bringing Sarah home.
"I will keep on doing that if you don't sit gently in a corner. You're a fucking vampire! Shouldn't you be asleep in some corner of the house by now. You're an adult vamp, yet you have caused so much chaos in less than an hour, than a toddler.
"Are you not a toddler too?" Sarah asked Adam, folding her arms across her chest.
"You don't even know what a toddler is? I'm done."
"Shut it. Why will I not be aware of such a word? It's a young child," Sarah answered sharply.
"Why then do you think I'm a toddler. I'm a twenty-five year old werewolf, the leader of a pack...eight different clans as a whole," he bragged.
"What year is this?" Sarah asked.
"2022."
"Hmm. By my calculations that is about six centuries and a few decades. I did sleep for a long time."
"You mean you have been sleeping for over six hundred years? That's a long time. I guess I'm indeed a toddler to you then. But, I've never heard of a vampire sleeping for that long. The most I know of was just two hundreds years. You sure are old," Adam smiled.
"A-ha! That explains your weird diction," Adam nodded to himself.
"You should just keep your mouth shut if you happen to be outside, because it won't take long for people to start suspecting you."
"How did you end up falling asleep though, were you put to sleep?" Adam asked her, searching her reaction. Sarah nodded without making any eye contact with him.
Adam nodded simultaneously like he already knew what her answer would be. He had been told his mate was dead, then all of a sudden she was alive. It means she was almost killed but still managed to survive it.
"Your blunt fangs say it all. For the first time I saw a vampire who wasn't able to do a vampire thing. Honestly, you might have just killed me completely if you had them when we first met," he noted.
"I'm scared," he added sarcastically.
"Are you mocking me?"
"Why would I mock you? Of course not. I thought saying that would make you feel better because it seems you really like it when people cower at your feet," he teased, sitting on the glass table.
Sarah raised her face and gave him a weird face,
"You said not to sit over that previously, you're disobeying yourself."
Adam smiled, remembering she had sat on it when they first came in.
"I know. This is my house, I sit wherever I want to."
Sarah scoffed.
"Tell me about yourself though. I don't even fucking know your name. Isn't that crazy?"
"Sarah,"
"Huh? Didn't get that."
"Repeating myself, I hate it!"
"I really didn't hear what you said."
"Sa-rah."
"Sarah?"
"Is that not what I just said?"
He nodded, looking directly at the wall past Sarah's head. He knew her story was going to be quite an uncomfortable one to hear. Coupled with the fact that he didn't like the way she talked. But she was his mate, at least that was the excuse he gave himself. Adam thought he deserved to at least know where his so called mate was from.
"I am a haemo vampire specie, which is brought to life when two different strong vampire species come together."
"Like a hybrid," he added quickly.
"I don't have the meaning to that word registered in my head, but yes."
Adam grinned more cheerfully than was expected, sound or look less mocking to her.
"I can see you're fighting your best not to chortle, but kindly get it past quickly so I can move on. I hate it when people interfere with my speech."
He sucked in his lips and nodded, urging her to continue.
"I was always thirsty and famished. But the vampires never fed on the humans. My insides wasn't born for that rule. That forbidden human blood was what I wanted. They could have thought of it, that I struggled to keep up with the laws. I did have a tough time.
One night I was met by a human, who did well to move me to anger that night. As a sentence I pronounced on him myself, I took his blood as price. Days proceeding that night, I craved more of that delicious blood and made it a ritual to drink that special blood at least once before the next day broke."