About a Transcended-More Than Just Human series-

The Complication

I moved away from him but he still held onto my hand even though it was taunt. I turned around to the cabinets and when I opened the third one I found the cups I was looking for. I opened the ice box in the corner and to my surprise it had shelves and vials of blood stocked inside and there were two parts! A top and a bottom and though there was no ice it felt cool on the inside. Whoever owned this ice box must have been very rich, indeed. Michael caught me admiring the ice box.

“Have you never seen a refrigerator before?” His breath was on my neck as he looked between the ice box and me wondering what was wrong. Why did I have to react like this? My blood raced, my heart pounded, my body responded, it was starting to bug me. I pulled out a vial of blood and shut the door to the ice box, not looking at him. But I couldn’t be completely uncivil towards him.

“Re-ref-refit…”

“Fridge. For short.” He said quietly trying to be helpful.

“Fridge?”

“Yeah, fridge. Holds cold things, keeps them cold or fresh?” He shrugged his shoulders as if this were common knowledge. Though perhaps it was I hadn’t been to an actual town in years I found very little reason to go into human society. It just depressed me. I shook my head at the…fridge and poured him a glass of blood leaving it in the sun to warm.

“What a strange ice box.” Michael smirked at me at some inside joke I didn’t understand as he took the blood threw it into a square box pushed the buttons. As it began to turn it counted down the numbers Michael had pushed in. He removed it when it beeped, magically it had steam coming from it and he gulped it down. I shook my head at him as his scars and burns healed almost simultaneously and immediately. When he drank the whole thing there was no scars and it didn‘t even look like he had even been out in the sun. I walked into the common room and sat down on a couch facing a box with shiny glass in the front of it. He leaned up against the wall near me still just staring at me. Probably wondering what I was thinking about and if I was thinking about his confession.

“How old are you?” I was insulted and didn’t want to answer the question, I wasn’t sure what I should do, so I sat there and gaped at him open mouthed. I thought of ways to get him off the subject but all I could come up was a question avoider. I told him if he were in Elizabeth’s company I very much doubt he would ask such a bold question. He glared at me and I glared back to him.

“How old are you, Mr. rude?” His eye twitched, yelling silently at me, at my own personal insult to him. Bloods didn’t like being reminded of their age. They are very touchy about that subject.

“I have stopped counting the years,” he whispered harshly to me. We sat in silence for a moment. Great, now I felt guilty.

“Well, I’m nineteen!” Quietly I mumbled to myself if just to break the awkward silence, “and nineteen I shall forever be.” He stared at me alarmed. I sniffed and caught a whiff of Transcended I started sniffing noticeable trying to figure out where the smell was coming from. He caught my sniffing and smiled.

“Of course you recognize your own scent, The Kumours land is east just twenty miles from here. Right on the edge of our land. We are sitting on no man’s land. Smack dab in the middle of Transcended and Blood territory. So no one will attack us or wonder what we are doing in here alone together.” I couldn’t help but crack a smile at that. I could remember a story of the Kumours when I was a fledgling. They were a Sire, Sired and a Sired child and though they weren‘t a very powerful nor large pack there is a reason why they are so well known. Transcended and Blood’s beyond Blue Bloods were sterile and the Law didn’t allow children beyond the year of sixteen but since they had had their child for over four centuries and the child couldn’t remember who his real parents were they were allowed to keep the small child of only eight. Well, the child and their lives, that was absolutely crystal clear, should you ignore the rules you die. On the subject of death my face fell into a martyred look. He lost his smile as well probably worrying about me.