"You told her?" Akito screamed. "Why would you tell that worthless, ugly girl anything about our family? Have you no respect for me?"
Shigure and Hatori glanced nervously at each other, both taking the berating silently. Hopefully, Akito would rant on and forget about them, and eventually send them away.
The boy stopped in mid-rant. "Send her in. I want to speak to her."
Hatori looked up. "What? Akito-"
"NOW!"
They stood up and left the room. Tarja was standing outside the door, leaning against the wall with a sullen look on her face.
"No wonder you don't care for him. He's a little bitch." Shigure suppressed a laugh, but Hatori put a hand over his face and sighed. She'd totally cuss him out and they'd be punished for sure.
"He wants to see you," Shigure said.
"I heard," she chuckled, pushing the door back open and entering the room. She stood in the middle of the room and stared at him. He sat near the window and stared back at her.
"Wolf," he addressed her mockingly.
"Brat," she shot back. "What do you want?"
"Do you understand the gravity of our curse? This is not something you should know."
"And you shouldn't know about my curse," she said softly. "But I really don't have anyone else who understands. From what I hear, you are going to die. I, on the other hand, will probably never die. We are both fucked in the end."
His eyes widened. Was she immortal? "Is that so?"
She nodded. "Yeah, so what are you going to do about it?"
Akito stood and approached her. "Do you like knowing about us?"
"I guess," she shrugged. "I mean, I trust you with my secret…and I think you're a spoiled brat."
He let a chuckle by accident and immediately snapped his mouth shut. He saw her bemused grin and scowled.
"I suppose I'll let know for a while," he sighed. "After all, what harm can you do?"
"Don't tempt me," she grinned.
Hatori sat nervously in the living room, with Shigure going at another lust novel on his laptop. Momiji fidgeted next to the dragon.
"Do you think she'll be ok in there?" the boy asked. Hatori's eye twitched.
The door opened down the hall and Tarja emerged, a big grin on her face. "He's not so bad," she shrugged when they all looked up at her. She sauntered on out of the house and headed for the lake.
Nikolas watched her through the scope of his rifle. The gun wasn't loaded, but he didn't need it right now. Claudio was coming to finish her off anyway. So, all he could do was watch and keep a close eye on her.
It seemed she had more company. He could easily take them out. The boy would be the easiest to fall. Maybe the writer and then the doctor. There was something sinister about that other boy, the older one. Something that gave the wolf in him the chills.
He smelled like death.