Saving Kharisma

Chapter 4 [Babysitter]

“Well, Ezreal, you just like to ruin all my fun,” Thomas pouted like a 13 year old girl.

“When you are trying to force yourself onto my property, yes I ruin fun,” Ezreal said.

“She came to me, I swear.”

I felt a low growl rising in my chest. I had only ‘came to him’ so he wouldn’t hurt anybody.

“Thomas, I know you.”

“Sire, would you make him let me go?” I was still bound to address him as Sire for another 600 years.

“You heard the lady, Thomas,” Ezreal nodded in my direction. 

I felt his grip loosen, but even without looking I could tell he could grab me again at any moment. Pure Royals were normally very dominant, even compared to regular vampires, and he was no exception.

Ezreal had a smug look on his face as he held out his hand for me. When he would talk he showed his age, but if you were to just look at him he couldn’t be any older than 25.

I turned my head back with a smirk plastered on my face, curious to see what Thomas’ expression was. He wore a smirk even more cockily than I did. He even had the nerve to wink at me!

I took my rightful place a step behind Ezreal, knowing if I stood beside him in public would be one of the highest forms of disrespect. When he promised me that we would be equals, he wasn’t entirely truthful. It did help that behind closed doors he did not enforce the proper etiquette.

“May I ask what you are doing here?” Ezreal extended his arm towards the brick building.

“I’m hungry?” It was obvious that he was unsure of his answer.

“We have plenty of feeders available in our world.”

“And they’re not enjoyable to feed off of! Would you rather feed off of a dead human or a live human? That’s what it feels like,” The truth was starting to come out. His face portrayed the disgust he must feel. I couldn’t help but feel for him. I would rather drink from a human than from a blood bag.

“You know—“ Ezreal started, but was cut off.

“I didn’t even do anything wrong, so you can go to the council all you want. There is no law telling me to not enter the human world.”

“But you have a track record of being violent, Thomas. Please realize this.”

It was hard for me to keep silent. Normally I was a spitfire, but I knew my place.

It wasn’t in the middle of this conversation, that’s for sure.

“Do you think I give a f**k? I want to be able to do whatever the hell I want, when I want, without the Council having a shit fit every time I pop up on the radar.” He fists were shaking now. I could hear his heavy breathing.

“I understand, Thomas. Perhaps you should have abided by their rules when they gave you the chance, though? That is what got you here in the first place,” Ezreal spoke almost in a lazy manner. This didn’t necessarily affect him, but it was obvious that he was trying to do the whole Good Samaritan thing.

That was more of Tam’s ball park.

“Maybe if they weren’t all crabby old men.” He scoffed, his face no longer a cocky smirk, but twisted into deep scowl. “Like I said before, I’m sick of them making a tab on my every damn movement!” He paused enough to regain control of his voice, “If they want something they can keep track of, I’ll give them something to watch.” The threat in his voice almost scared me.

I didn’t like the idea that he could very easily break me. Ezreal was more sturdy than I was, and most definitely stronger than Thomas was. It was in Thomas’ nature to be threatening and frightening, though.

“I wouldn’t do that, Thomas,” My Creator’s voice expressed a little concern now, “you and I both know they will have you locked away if you do something rash, again.”

“Again?” I sputtered out. Realizing what I did, I slapped a hand over my mouth.

“Yes, sweetheart, again,” His eyes narrowed on me, making me lower my eyes at his tone. He was higher up than I was, even if it didn’t seem like it. Even though the Pure Royals were carefully monitored and sometimes hated, we had no choice but the respect them as a higher rank.

I wrung my hands together, feeling very out of place right now. Back in the club, I hadn’t felt how much stronger he was than me. It wasn’t like it radiated off of him in waves, but it did show in his voice when he addressed me. I sidestepped to my left, bringing me even closer to Ezreal. I knew he would protect me if need be.

“Thomas, you are making my creation uncomfortable. I would appreciate if you would stop.” Creators were very protective of their charges, it wasn’t anything new in the vampire world.

He blinked and looked away, instantly relaxing me. A breath I wasn’t aware that I was holding seeped out of my lips.

Ezreal looked down at his wristwatch, a curse passing out of his mouth, “I would love to stay and chat some more, but I am now late for a meeting with the Council. Kharisma, please do me a favor?” Doing him a favor was not optional, so I nodded, “Please watch over Thomas in my place. You two seem to get along swimmingly.”

I couldn’t help the twisted face I gave him. “You want me, to watch over him?”

“Yes, please.”

“I don’t think I need a babysitter who is younger than I am.” An annoyed look passed over Thomas’ face.

“I was not asking you, Thomas. Now if you will excuse me, I really must be off.” With that, all I saw was a blur exiting the alleyway.

“So…” I started, unsure of what really to say, “I guess that means we can go back in now?”

“I don’t need a f**king babysitter.”

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you that cursing is bad?” I swear, he dropped the F-Bomb more times than I could count.

“No, she didn’t. I missed that lesson in life, so I guess you just have to deal with it.” He turned his back to me and started walking away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I couldn’t help but lock my eyes on a small tattoo on his lower right hip of a crown. It stuck out in the massive amounts of tribal tattoos on his back. By massive, I mean most of them disappeared under his jeans.

“Back to the giant party, I’m not nearly drunk enough.”

“What do you mean drunk enough?” It took more than just human liquor to intoxicate a vampire. There was a slim to none chance that he would even get a little tipsy from consuming any amount of human alcohol.

“Sometimes I like to pretend after drinking a lot.” He stated; his voice was fading as he walked further away from me. I had no choice but to follow him back into the club. After all, I couldn’t ignore a request from my Creator.