Beca was staring out of a window from her seat in the small diner she frequently ate at while thinking of how different things had become since her twenty-first birthday. It was hard to accept the abnormality of things but she was getting used to the changes.
She was getting used to how she could move things just by thinking about moving them in a dead language and gesturing with her hand.
She was getting used to having an immortal friend who she had a slight crush on—it was a harmless crush that wasn't going to evolve into anything beyond a dumb physical crush.
She was trying to understand the newest addition to the freaky things she could do by experimenting: She didn't know how in the fuck she was going to learn how to force people to do things without being drunk— all she had to do was say the words, not exactly rocket science.—
And, she most certainly didn't understand the whole projecting her feelings situation because it was true: as crazy as that might sound, she actually projected her feelings when drunk… but it only affected Jesse— the night Jesse shared with her his hypothesis she got drunk and played Twister with Benji. Jesse went out for a walk to distract himself from the thirst and came home to find Beca and Benji curled up on the floor laughing their asses off. He helped Beca up and instantly his mood improved and he felt her joy.
Jesse used an analogy to explain why it felt different when she'd touch him sober saying that the energy i.e. her feelings would transmit on a low frequency when there's no alcohol in her system—it was just a hypothesis but it made sense.
The waiter placing her order interrupted her train of thoughts. She thanked him and dived into her meal.
"Do any of these look familiar?" Bumper asked as he placed a folder on the table then sat down facing her.
"Jesus, man, do you really have to do that?" she asked in annoyance.
"Do what?" he frowned.
"Show up out of nowhere." She grabbed the folder.
"What are you talking about? I didn't show up out of nowhere. I came through that door over there," he said while jerking his thumb behind him.
"How did you even know I'm here?" she wondered while opening the folder and finding photos of different cliffs.
It wasn't the first time he'd show her this kind of photos and she was impressed that he still hadn't given up on his belief that her reoccurring dream took place in a real place and wasn't a figment of her imagination.
"Barden isn't that big of a town." He shrugged. She looked up and arched an eyebrow. "Okay, fine. I tracked your phone."
"Isn't that illegal?" she asked.
"Not in my line of work." He shrugged again and grabbed the menu. "Why are you eating alone? Eating alone in a diner is sad."
"Is that why you're blessing me with your company?" she deadpanned as she looked closely through the photos then froze when she recognized a certain cliff from a certain dream that she had had more times than she'd care to count.
She cleared her throat and reached for the glass of water on the table, taking a sip. "This one. It's the one from my dream." She tapped her finger on the picture before clenching her fist when her hand began shaking.
Beca didn't expect much from Bumper when he asked her to give him a detailed description of her reoccurring dream that he typed on his phone's memo and was legitimately surprised. She wasn't sure if she should be glad that it was real or freak out: she decided to push it to the back of mind and deal with it later... she had been doing that a lot and so far it was still efficient.
"I KNEW I WAS RIGHT!" he exclaimed and looked around them when he realized that the people in the diner were looking at them.
"The cliff is located in one of the lesser known Irish islands," he said next as he flipped the photo so she'd get to read the information he had on the place. "I kind of guessed that the place from your dream would be in Ireland, given what your old pal had figured out, so I figured that's where I should start," he added pretty pleased that it barely took him a couple of months to find the place she'd seen several times in her dreams.
"And you're right," she acknowledged looking up after she finished reading about the small island. "Does this mean I have to go there?"
"Oh, honey, you do what you wanna do," he told her. "My job is to report back on the stuff you do and make sure you don't break the law that applies to weirdos like yourself."
"What's this then?" She held the photo up. "Where does helping a weirdo like myself look for answers fall in your duties?"
"That is how I get a raise," he told her. "Or at least a bonus check."
"If I decide to go will you be tagging along?" she asked next as she grabbed a fry and brought it her mouth.
"Negative," he shook his head then gestured for the waiter to come.
"Thank God," she muttered.
"How are things coming with the new stuff?" Bumper mumbled as he took a bite from his burger.
"I'm starting to think that they only work when I'm drunk," she told him.
"Wanna hear what I think?" he asked after swallowing.
"Not really but go ahead." She shrugged.
"I think you're not trying hard enough with the whole thing." He gestured with his hand around as he spoke.
"You seem to neglect the fact that I don't really know what the whole thing is in the first place," she told him. "If you know, please, do shed some light. I'll make sure you get your raise by praising your efforts." She paused. "Do they accept heartfelt e-mails or should I wait until my trip to DC and tell your supervisors in person?"
"I'm just saying." He shrugged, taking another bite. "Apply yourself more," he mumbled.
"Thank you for the amazing advice," she sarcastically said.
"Visiting Ireland, huh?" Jesse said as he placed a box full of random objects down on the ground.
"The island is pretty far from the Irish coast and there's no road to it," she informed. "I don't even know how to get there." She watched him pull a pocket knife from the box. "What are you doing?"
She frequently went to his place to work on controlling her abilities because it was the only place where she didn't have to worry about anyone witnessing the stuff she could do and Jesse was always there to provide ideas and make practice fun.
He looked at a tree in the backyard they were at and threw the pocket knife at it. "I want you to try to do that but with your mind," he said as he walked to the tree.
He pulled the stuck pocket knife from the tree. "You think you can do it?"
"Well, I can toss stuff. It's not hard. Aiming with precision is hard. And it's not exactly throwing darts."
"You're just going to try," he said with a shrug as he played with the pocket knife in his hand and he walked to her then placed it on his palm and waited for her to take it.
"You know, you could rent a boat to get to the island," Jesse said, watching the knife float in the air following Beca's hand movement.
"And navigate it how exactly?" she slowly asked as she fixated on the pocket knife.
"Hire a sailor," he suggested while looking back and forth between Beca and the pocket knife she was trying to aim at the tree. A quick glance around made him realize that she was unintentionally affecting the other objects around them.
"Beca," he called slowly.
"Yes," she replied and bit her bottom lip as she made the pocket knife float horizontally.
"You're doing it, again," he told her.
She still had trouble focusing on a single object which frustrated her.
She exhaled loudly and tried to only focus on the freaking knife only and managed to do it.
"Told you I can't," Beca said after she tossed the pocket knife that although had hit the tree didn't exactly get stuck.
"Your aim is fine," he noted. "It's your throwing power that you have to work on," he told her and walked to the box he had put on the ground.
"We're playing catch," he told her as he pulled a baseball glove and a baseball.
"I used to lock myself in my room when dad would suggest we play catch," she told him as she moved the pocket knife from the ground with her thoughts and tossed it in the box.
"Well, I'm not you father." He wore the glove. "C'mon." He clapped after he tossed the baseball on the grass. "Hit me with your best shot," he sang and grinned when she scowled at him.
"So you think I should rent a boat and hire a sailor?" she said, resuming their conversation.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"I can't afford a touristy trip to Ireland let alone one where I'd rent a freaking boat and hire a sailor," she told him as she focused on the baseball and got it to float in the air. "And, I really don't wanna go to dad for the money."
"I can lend you the money and you can give it back when you're a big time record producer," he offered.
"Right, you own a production company," she nodded to herself. "I googled it. It made quite a lot of blockbusters." She tossed the baseball his way.
"I don't technically own it," he told her as he caught the baseball. "Benji's grandfather does. But I was the founder and I did make all the big decisions until Greg prove to me that he could run it." He tossed the baseball on the grass again.
"So you just stepped back and let him take over?" she said, guessing that Greg was Benji's grandfather.
"Greg taking over was always the plan." He shrugged. "I can't exactly run it without people growing suspicious." He caught the ball again once she tossed it. "Would ten grand cover the expenses of your trip?" he wondered. "Tell you what, I'll lend you a credit card of mine to use while in Ireland and also book plane tickets with."
"I don't want your money."
"But you do want to go to the place from your dream," he countered. She put more force into her toss that Jesse very easily caught.
"You know what?" he said and tossed the ball in the air before he caught it again. "I'll go. I think it's important we find out more about this place." He tossed it in the air again and wasn't surprised when it didn't fall back. "It's creepy and you're scared of the unknown," he figured, tearing his eyes away from the baseball ball that Beca was keeping from falling.
"It's not just the creepiness," she sighed. "I don't just pack and go on exploratory trips," she told him. "That's your thing, not mine." She moved her hand around and the baseball followed her hand movement, pulling it towards her. "Tell me what you find," she said, pleased that she caught the ball.
"Come with me," he suggested when he met Beca's gaze.
"I have school, I can't go now," she told him and tossed the ball in the air before she used her telekinesis to toss it for Jesse to catch.
"Once the academic year ends then," he shrugged. "You still got a month, right?"
"Less than that," she told him. "I got my finals going on."
"What are you doing here then? Why aren't you at the library revising?" he wondered.
"I don't want to," she answered. "This is more fun."
"You still have two semesters left once this one ends. You're almost done, you can't throw that away."
"Dude, I don't even intend to use the degree I'm studying for." She rolled her eyes.
"I know." He nodded and tossed the baseball on the grass.
"C'mon, tell me what you got, grandpa," she sighed after a good five minutes of silence as they continued to play catch.
"You have a good reason behind picking psychology as a major, you shouldn't half-ass it."
"I'm learning from the courses, I don't need to pass exams to validate my learning," she said and it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Don't do that," she told him.
"Don't do what? Don't roll my eyes?" he asked.
"Don't judge me."
"Not judging you." He shrugged. "I don't agree with you but I'm not judging you." He caught the baseball. "Well, tell me when you're free to go on this trip and we'll go."
"Hey, how do you handle traveling overseas?" she asked. "I mean, like, do you sneak on airplanes or do you own a fake passport?"
"SIAA takes care of it. They update the date of birth on my passport every few years," he informed. "The SIAA was founded to keep supernatural beings under control and also hidden from the public."
"So, they offer means so that supernatural beings blend in?" she guessed.
"Yeah, for the most part," he nodded. "I mean some get recruited and work for them. Others just roll with the rules they put out only for the favors."
"Like yourself," she finished for him and he nodded.
"What happens to those who don't roll with the rules?" she wondered.
"What happens to outlaws in general," he answered. "Nothing good."
"So, you know how to drive a car but don't have a car for some reason. You know how to sail a boat and didn't think to mention it until now. Is there any other mean of transport you know how to operate?" Beca asked watching Jesse walk towards her while he twirled the keys of the boat he had just rented for their trip around his finger.
"Does knowing how to ride a horse count?" he asked.
"Yeah." She leaned against their rental car.
"Got enough food for the trip?" he checked.
Beca went to get some dried fruits and biscuits along with water from the grocery store that was close to the boats rental agency.
"Ay, Captain," she said and held the bag in her hand up.
"I got us a yacht," he informed as he unlocked the car. "I was hoping for a submarine but they haven't got any," he sighed.
"Bummer," she deadpanned, opening the trunk to put the grocery in it. "I don't see any port around here. Where's the yacht… parked?" she asked as she closed it.
"The port is a few miles away," he informed. "Want to give driving on the left side of the road a try?" he asked.
"Yes," she nodded and caught the car keys that he tossed towards her.
"So, what are you hoping we find on the island?" Jesse asked as he took the passenger seat and leaned to type the location of the port into the GPS.
"I don't want the trip to be pointless." She shrugged and started the car.
"Pretty surreal, huh?" Jesse said as he shut down the engine once they got to the island and he steered around it looking for the cliff and finding it to Beca who was staring at the cliff.
"How are we supposed to get up there?" Beca wondered while fixating on the rocks that the waves crashed against and would definitely be the death of whoever fell off the cliff.
"We could go east, dock the yacht, then hike our way to the cliff from there," he suggested.
"Wouldn't that take a lot of time?" she wondered. "The going east part." She guessed he was going to give her a piggyback ride and run to the cliff.
"It's safer than climbing our way up," he said as stuffed his hands in his pockets.
She knew he had a point: the cliff was clearly the highest point on the island and going around was safe.
"Or you could hop on my back and I'll do the climbing," he suggested. "Just avoid skin to skin contact and we'll be fine," he went on to add.
She nodded after giving it some thought. "Okay, let's do that."
"Don't look down," Jesse reminded, feeling Beca tighten her hold.
"I wasn't gonna," she told him and closed her eyes.
He could hear her heart beating ridiculously fast and it made complete sense that she'd be afraid: one slip and she could die.
He was steadily climbing and wasn't worried about falling but telling her wouldn't make her stop her from worrying.
"Could you wrap yourself more tightly?" Jesse wondered once he gripped the edge of the land above them. "I'm gonna make a jump. You need to hold tight." He tilted his head.
"Is this good?" she asked while trying not go get any funny ideas from the friction that wrapping her legs so tightly around him caused—she was basically rubbing herself against him.
"Yep." He gripped the edge and rested his weight on one foot. She held her breath and shut her eyes tight feeling the air once he jumped.
"Becs," he called and she opened her eyes.
"That was swift," she said and loosed her hold before she hopped off his back.
"Thanks," he thanked her. "So is this familiar?" he asked as he looked around them.
"Mhmm." She ran a hand through her hair.
"Hey, do you believe in fate?" he asked as they walked in an attempt to ease her mind a little.
"Fate?" she frowned.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"I don't like the thought of not having a choice," she said in response. "I like to think that we make our own bed and lie in it."
"Yeah, but what if the choices you make are part of a greater scheme?"
"Greater scheme made by who? God?" she scoffed.
"God, Buddha, Mother Nature, a dedicated goose, whatever makes sense to you."
"If everything is already planned out and we're all just puppets in a grand scheme and don't have a choice in what happens then what's the point of living?" she wondered.
"Maybe death is the answer to your question," he said in response, glancing at her. "You do your part in life then meet your fate advancing to the next step."
"You mean like Heaven and Hell by the next step?"
"That's one metaphysical model of the afterlife." He shrugged.
"Well, it would legit suck if nothingness is what awaits after death and this is it," she noted. "Hey, do you believe in fate?" she asked.
"I'm a little on the fence." He shrugged.
He was actively on the look for anything that might cause a threat and so far he couldn't hear nor see anything suspicious.
"Is this part of your dream?" he asked once they reached an edge.
"Nope," she answered. "In my dream this whole place is landscape and at the end, there's a dome-like place," she told him while eyeing the land under them. They were at the highest point on the island. "I should have brought hiking boots," she mumbled eyeing the ground underneath them.
"Hop on," Jesse said bending so she could get on his back.
She climbed on his back then tightened her hold as he took a few steps back.
"Ready?" he checked.
"Yep," she replied.
This time when he jumped she willed herself not to close her eyes.
"Should I be relieved or freaked out that it isn't exactly like my dream?" Beca asked as she slipped from his back. "What?" she frowned noting the hard look on his face.
"Weird," he mumbled. "There's a waterfall not far from here."
"And what's weird about that?" she asked.
"I didn't hear it when we were up there," he nodded at the place they were at. "C'mon, let's check it out." He began walking and she trailed behind him at first before falling into steps with him.
"Well, this is beautiful," Jesse said once they reached the waterfall.
"Yeah, it is," Beca nodded in agreement. "Where are you going?" she asked when he continued walking then followed him.
"I wanna see if there's anything behind the waterfall, it's not uncommon," he told her. "Yep, there's a cave," he told her and took off the leather jacket he was wearing and used it to shield them from the water as they walked through it and inside the cave.
"Okay, this is a whole new level of creepy," Beca mumbled as she turned the flashlight on in her phone because unlike Jesse she couldn't see in the dimness. She held her phone up and eyed the place.
Cave painting caught her attention so she got closer to the wall they were painted on.
"You think these are crows?" Jesse asked once he was by her side.
She nodded as she fixated on the painting of what looked like a flock of birds. Jesse pulled his phone from his pocket and took pictures of the cave painting.
Beca reached and ran her fingertips on the wall tracing the birds then pulled her hand as if she were burnt.
"What's wrong?" Jesse asked watching the way Beca took a few steps back and was looking at her hand.
"You know how I feel like I'm passing something to you when we touch?"
"Yeah," he nodded.
"I was on the receiving end this time." She looked up from her hand.
He placed a hand on the wall and felt nothing.
"This is so fucking crazy," she muttered.
"This is not crazy," he told her. "We're on an island you see in a reoccurring dream: we were expecting to find something here, weren't we?"
She nodded and placed a hand on the wall hesitantly, closing her eyes as she did.
Jesse watched her carefully and waited for any indication that there was any danger.
Hearing the way her heart slowed down and was beating at a normal rate, he figured that what she was experiencing from the contact with the wall wasn't hurting her.
"Do you hear that?" she asked.
"Hear what?" he asked back.
"The whispering," she answered and opened her eyes. "Or is it in my head?"
"I'm not hearing any whispering but I doubt it's the going bananas kind of in your head," he told her and smiled when she chuckled in spite of herself. "What are you hearing?"
"It's like overhearing a distant conversation between a lot of people," she tried to explain.
"Are they speaking in Old Irish?" he wondered.
"Yep," she nodded and moved her hand around.
"Try to focus on what they're saying, Becs."
She nodded and closed her eyes again as she felt the energy coming from the wall creep into her body.
"Hey, talk to me. What are they saying?" Jesse asked hearing her heartbeat rise before she removed her hand from the wall and anxiously clenched her fist.
"Um, they don't want you here," she told him. "They're being dramatic about it." She grimaced because the voices she was hearing sounded like a broken record.
"They want me to leave?" he frowned.
"Yep. Said you're not welcome."
"Are they still talking?" he wondered.
She nodded. "I think I woke them up when I touched the wall."
"Why aren't you talking with them?"
"What am I supposed to say to them?" she asked.
"Well, for starters you could ask them the reason why I'm not welcome," he suggested.
She exhaled then rested her hand against the wall and after the initial overwhelming sensation, she relaxed and audibly asked in Old Irish the question he suggested.
A few moments later she was saying that Jesse was a friend and it was clear to Jesse that the words weren't directed at him.
He arched an eyebrow when she looked at him. "They're saying your kind is not to be trusted 'cause you will hurt me."
"I'd never hurt you. Can they hear me?" She shrugged. He looked around then said in his broken and less impressive Old Irish that he wouldn't hurt Beca or anyone.
"They don't believe you," she told him. "They keep saying that you will kill me."
"I won't!" he insisted. "Ask them about yourself. Ask them about the Morrígan," he told her.
She nodded and proceeded to ask if the Morrígan was real then rolled her eyes and said in the dead language she fluently spoke that Jesse couldn't hear them.
"They won't talk while I'm here?" he guessed. The look she gave him was enough of an answer. "Fine, I'll be outside," he and began to make his way out.
"Beca, what's going on?" Jesse asked when he could no longer move his feet, feeling like the ground was pulling him and keeping him from moving.
"They're being dramatic little shits," she told him then proceeded to tell those only she could hear to stop and leave him alone.
Hearing trembling from above, Jesse lifted his head and saw cracks begin to form on the walls and guessed what was going to happen.
"Fucks sake," Beca mumbled and ran up to Jesse.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I won't let them hurt you." Meeting her gaze he saw the way her eyes had darkened and watched her look up.
"Beca, I'll be out for a few hours then wake up fine," he told her. "You will be badly hurt once the walls get shattered and fall."
"I told them you're my friend. This is pointless." She grunted and stumbled backward as she kept the heavy rocks from falling then moved her hands to the left willing the rocks to follow her hand movement and land away from them.
"You just pissed them off, didn't you?" he asked, noting her facial expression.
"Well, they pissed me off first," she shrugged off her initial fear of what she heard the voices planned to do next.
"This isn't a competition you realize that right?" he checked. She rolled her eyes in response.
"They're voices in a freaking cave, what's the worse they can do?" she said and looked up at the ceiling.
"We're in their cave," he said slowly as he watched the way the ceiling of the cave began to tremble.
"Beca, get out of here, right now," he said while still eyeing the ceiling.
"No," she curtly replied.
"You picked a bad time to show how stubborn you can be," he told her.
"I got this," she assured him in a tone that said otherwise. She swallowed and fixated on the ceiling.
She let out a nervous laugh when she managed to keep the ceiling of the cave floating in the air once it cracked and fell. She then willed them to fall slowly and away from where she and Jesse were standing.
Jesse watched Beca yell her question the voices in the cave asking if they were done in a very impressive Old Irish.
"I'll be outside," Jesse said once he could move his feet and figured that they caved.
"Okay," Beca nodded wiping the blood she felt coming out of her nose and watched him run out of the cave before they changed their minds.
He tried to talk himself out of walking back into the cave because he really didn't want trouble. But she took too long and he was no longer hearing the one sided conversation that was taking place inside. He could hear her heart beating at a normal rate and that was reassuring but not enough to keep him outside.
When he stepped inside the cave he saw her sitting on a rock and looking at the hole in the ceiling that was now illuminating the cave.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I just needed a minute," she said and got on her feet. He smiled hearing her thank the voices that tried to kill him earlier and stepped back and waited outside.
"So, did they give you answers?" he asked as they walked.
"Sort of," she said with a shrug. "They had some answers."
"Well, did they tell you who they are?" he asked.
Beca nodded. "Really, really, really old ancestors," she told him. "I asked them about you. The poem you read is correct… sort of."
"Meaning?"
"There was a ritual but they didn't describe it as anything magical. They said that someone like them…and me did the ritual."
"Did they say if there's a way to undo it?" he hopefully asked.
"Nope," she apologetically said.
"Well, that was expected." He flashed her a smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Hey, they never got to try and undo it in the first place because they were hunted down by the asshole that forced one of them to create vampires, fearing they would figure out a way to make his army mortal again. Doesn't have to mean there isn't a way to undo it," she went on to say.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Tell me what they said about you," he requested.
"Well, the Morrígan's real. I'm related to her and the gang living in the walls of the cave," she informed.
"What about your abilities and your dream."
"I asked about the dream. Turns out the crow is actual the Morrígan reaching out and the dome is basically a place in my mind where all the crap I'm capable of doing is locked."
"So, the stuff you can do now is just the tip of the iceberg?"
"They wouldn't say," she sighed. "They just said I have to figure a way to let it all out."
"We'll figure it out," he confidently said. "It was really impressive what you did back there," he noted as they got further away from the cave.
"Playing catch paid off," she figured, glancing at him.
"Yeah, I don't think it's playing catch with me," he chuckled. "I think it's this place."
"Someone doesn't wanna take credit," she said, nudging him.
"I'll take the credit when the credit is due," he said in response. "C'mon, hop on. By the time we get back to dry land it'll be dark if we leave now," he told her.
"Shouldn't we finish exploring the island?" Beca wondered.
"I did that while you were in the cave… a couple of times. There's nothing apart from the waterfall."
"Did I take long?" she frowned because it didn't feel like she did.
"No, I'm just fast and the island is small." He shrugged then bent so she could get on his back. "I don't mind going another time around the island."
"No, that won't be necessary," Beca said as she climbed on his back. "Let's leave. I'm starving."
"Did you finish the food you bought?" he asked in surprise and then made a jump.
"I just got dried fruits and Oreos," she mumbled not liking his tone.
"Your fault you didn't get actual food."
"I'm not very experimental with food and I didn't feel like trying Irish snacks," she explained as he climbed the rocks.
"With that amazingly scary ear-spike you never take off, you'd think you're edgy enough to try Irish snacks."
"Yeah, I'm not edgy when it comes to what goes into my digestive system."
"So, you plan to live off dried fruits and familiar snacks while we're in Ireland?" He gripped the edge of the land and made a jump, feeling her tighten her hold.
"Of course not just dried fruits and Oreos," she deadpanned. "The beer is good here."
He chuckled at her words and ran to the cliff.
"Hey, I passed the semester," she informed once they reached the edge of the cliff. "Thought you'd like to know," she added when he tilted his head to look at her. "Half-assed it and still passed," she proudly said.
"I'm not encouraging the whole doing things half-assed but well done and congratulations," he smiled at her before he began going down the cliff.
"Thank you," she thanked him and made the mistake of looking down.
"Are you okay?" Jesse asked, feeling her tighten her hold.
"Uh-huh. Just hurry up, please." She swallowed.
"I was thinking we'd stay and hang here for the rest of the day," he snarled, tilting his head. "Close your eyes," he told her, noting the scowl on her face.
She let out a breath then closed her eyes.
"Wow, what was that?" she exclaimed, feeling an impact similar to the impact of a fall, and looked down to see that they were a few feet away from the rocks and sea water.
"Descending the regular way was taking too long," he said and moved sideways, approaching their rental yacht. "And you said to make it quick."
"So you jumped?" she said in horror.
He nodded and jumped to get on the yacht. She slipped off his back and ran her fingers through her hair as she looked up the cliff then down at the rocks and felt her stomach turn.
"I just thought I'd speed things up," he explained, grimacing as he watched her begin to dry heave into the sea water. "Sorry," he apologized.
Just like it kept slipping her mind that he was a pretty old vampire: He kept forgetting that, despite the things she could do, she was still a 'human being' who feared death.
AN: Welp, I hope you enjoyed reading this. It would be cool to hear your thoughts. Thank you for reading and until next time. Peace!