*FLASHBACK STARTS*
ACE POV:
Becca and I were getting me ready to leave Ville Manor.
So, per chance, we fell into conversation.
"I still find this hard to process. I met vampires, and even stayed with them".
"Well, lucky you".
I could tell she was being sarcastic.
But I would have none of that.
"So, do you know of any other creatures, like djinn, fairies, or probably others like you guys?".
Silence.
She continued packing some supplies.
I grabbed her hand and turned her towards me.
"Why are you so cold to everyone? Or is it just me?".
She turned the tables in a split second and squeezed my hands.
"No touching, you understand? Just because I came back for you doesn't mean we're pals".
"Then, why did you do it? Huh, why did you save me?".
"We owe our lives to Merlin, your ancestor. We hope to fully repay that debt, that's all".
"Ouch, that hurts".
I felt crushed by her statement.
She switched the topics instantly.
"The rest of the supplies are down the hall. Feel free to make a choice".
She walked out of the room and slammed the door.
I sighed deeply.
"Cold, isn't she?".
There was no reply.
"I know you are in there, Sarah".
The cupboard creaked open and Sarah came out.
"How did you know I was in there? I'm the best at hide-and-seek here".
"I may be half-human but I'm not dumb. Besides, I got acute senses".
"How did you even get here?".
"A secret hallway in there leads to all the rooms".
"Sounds pretty spooky".
"Of course, we're vampires. Isn't that how you humans murder our personalities?".
"Come on" I replied patronisingly.
"You like her, don't you?".
"Wait a minute. I haven't thought about that. Sounds like someone is seeing a lot of romance classics, huh?".
"My time in the human world ain't for waste".
"Interesting. What was it, Twilight Saga?".
"Seriously, that was your obvious pick?".
"Yeah, you're both vamps".
"You're nasty".
She hit me on the shoulder playfully.
Jokingly, I found myself crashing into the cupboard.
"Oops, I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry".
"Yeah, yeah".
I got up from the debris.
"Jeez, you're so soft".
She brought her hand for a tap.
"No playful smack please".
She withdrew her hand.
"Thank you".
"Your dad and Becca were talking about something like a feast, but they were very serious about it".
"That must be the Feast of the Crimson Moon".
"What is it?".
"It's a feast where we renew our powers, or personalities, if you may".
"Like on real blood?".
"Yeah, that kind of stuff".
"On real humans? Isn't that...?".
"They've been condemned to death anyways".
"Prisoners?That sounds a lot better. Wait, are you guys gonna hijack a cop van or...?".
"You ask too many questions. Fine, this last one, and that's all".
"How do you get the prisoners?".
"Your government give them to us".
"The US government?".
"Not only them, but yes".
"So, in essence, what you're saying is that your existence is known by some governments of the world?".
"Yes".
"So what? They weaponise you guys?".
"Not really. We're their allies, not weapons in their arsenal. We only fight with them if we deem the cause just".
"Wow, these are top-tier national secrets you're telling me".
Rebecca walks into the room.
"Sarah, Dad's calling. It's time".
She looked at me.
"You better be ready to leave before we're done, pureblood".
"Give him a break, would you?".
She followed her as they exited the room.