Ian was on patrol that night. For the rest of the night, after having met that infuriatingly annoying girl - although he couldn't really pinpoint what he hated so much about her -, he was alone once more.
He thought about her a lot though. He wondered why he kept running into her, and if she could really be a Cahill agent. Most likely an Ekaterina, he thought to himself. They're the meekest. Or maybe a Janus...
Ian hated all of the Cahill branches. He found them too weak. The only one he found slightly impressive was the Lucian branch. They seemed like they could be Vespers - ruthless, in-control.
Still, he found them all stupid. Too busy fighting each other to fight the true enemy. The Vespers were united, knowing who their true battle was against. Even if they stabbed each other's back, they never caused a civil war between them.
Idiots, was the sole word that came to mind when the Cahills were involved. Ian hated them with all of his heart. He didn't have a main reason to do so, but he was raised to see them as the enemies.
A strange thought came to mind, though, when the stuttering girl - Mary, was it? Or was it something else that started with a 'M'... - mentioned her brother. He was an only child, and he had no idea what it was like to have a sibling.
And yet, her worry for him... he felt as if he could relate to it. As if, before, he had thrown himself - his life and all - for someone he loved. When he would try to remember, he was confront with an image similar to his, but a female instead. He could never see her face though. He thought it might be a past lover he had forgotten, but this kind of love was not of passion or lust. It was... family.
He scowled, shaking it off. He had no family. Just his mother, who had already passed away. He had no idea where his father was, or who he was. But he must have been unimportant if his mother never brought him up.
"Should we go to the bar after your shift is over?" Kyle offered.
"Sure. Someone should be here in thirty minutes," Ian said, hoping to distract himself.
x
They went to a nearby tavern. A lot of Vespers were there, which made them feel safer. Ian, still under the drinking age, ordered a virgin cocktail, while his older friend ordered a beer.
"So, do you think this girl could be a suspect? We heard the Cahills might be planning another attack on us," Kyle said, taking a gulp of his drink.
Ian shrugged. "As I said before, she seemed too weak to be sent over here to attack us," Ian said honestly. "She seemed to be lacking any muscle whatsoever."
"What about the boy you saw her with that other time? Did he?"
"He seemed very... boy-ish. Innocent as well, and maybe even naive. But he seemed more confident than the girl," Ian said. "However, I doubt either would be capable of killing someone."
Kyle shook his head a bit clumsily, drunk already. "You shouldn't let your guard down, though. They could be in disguise."
Ian scowled. "You think I don't know that?" he snapped. "Of course I do. But I'm not about to kill innocent tourists, if that is what they are."
Kyle rolled his eyes. "You're weak, Kabra."
Ian glared at his supposed friend. "Excuse me?"
"So what if you kill a few people?" Kyle continued. "It would be their fault for causing us trouble."
"What are you saying?"
Kyle turned around to stare at Ian directly. "The next time you see them, kill them."
A/N: I don't think I quoted Pride and Prejudice correctly, but it went along those lines. I don't own that story, either. Do I recommend it? Meh. If you can understand what they're saying, sure. If you can't, it can be boring.
Also, I don't know if Italy's drinking age is below or above America's, so I guessed it to be the same in this story. Sorry if I'm wrong. Also, I'm not sure when the sun goes down in Italy either, in the winter or summer. Because in France, during the summer, the sun went down around nine to ten-ish at night, which caught me off guard, and I was wondering if Italy was the same.
Hope you enjoyed, and please point out any mistakes.
[Sorry this chapter is so short.]