>>Clio
I waited for his answer. I don't know what I was expecting. I don't even know why I went ahead and asked something so sensitive. Kill someone as a kid?
As if,
For a kid to start killing, what kind of circumstances would one be in to do that? And how stupid of me to ask that. Maybe I'm just too nervous. And well, scared as well. And I can't forget how anxious I am along with being low on sleep. I shouldn't be asking something so delicate out of the blue. I'll just take that back-
"I did," He answered and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. My stomach did a thing, I felt like it churned but it also felt like a knot formed in it and I froze, "I haven't kept a record though." He answered calmly but his voice had gotten low, "I don't see the point of that."
...
It stung. A sense of dread engulfed me, "You," My voice came out shaky. Panic rose but the fear was more dominant, "You started killing as a child?" Saying that out loud made it sound worse.
He's a young assassin? Or something along those lines? I felt nauseous. More than cruel, I felt that was pitiful.
"No," He began to move his fingers again, "I didn't start killing as a kid. But my first kill was when I was a kid."
Oh...
I get that he wasn't a young killer but to have killed as a child doesn't make the situation any better. I wonder what happened? Was his first kill an accident? Was it intentional?
I couldn't ask,
I gulped, I didn't know how to respond to that. The information was heavy. He has killed people. Kill... Murder... How is he different from a serial killer then?
"But I'll say this," He answered as if he had read my mind, "Never was there ever an innocent person among the people who died. All the people were criminals." He paused for a second to see if I said anything, but when I didn't, he continued, "The underworld is a place where anyone could die at any moment, especially if you're a low rank member."
"...."
"This is why you never hear of deaths like these, ninety percent of these people are homeless orphans who ended up on a dark path."
....
My heart was heavy but I also knew he was right. We never hear of any deaths happening in the underworld... And I've always understood that the mafia and the organized crime syndicates have their own rules and values. Yet still, I can't grasp the concept of killing people easily.
"Even that person you killed in high school?" I asked softly.
"Yes,"
I pursed my lower lip, "You really chewed his throat out?"
"That's how wolves fight,"
Ah... Right... He's not human. There was so much new information, so much happening, I felt so tired mixed with it all.
"So, you're a werewolf?"
"You saw it with your own eyes." His voice sounded monotone. The tenderness when he asked about my injuries seemed to have vanished... Was he offended that I was treating him like a criminal?
But, he is a criminal. And I don't know how to deal with that.
"And that guy you killed in high school was one too?"
"Yea..."
"I see," Just picturing it made my skin stand up. Seeing a man covered in blood of another on a cold misty morning. Seeing a mutilated body under him, and seeing a part of the dead person in the killer's bloody mouth. It must have seemed like a nightmare, "What about the ones you killed today?"
"Humans"
"..."
I guess wolves must be able to tell humans apart from others like them... But humans can't do that. Must be why they can blend in so well with us.
I felt like the pain in my head calmed a little. It was subtle, a very light change, but it got less. It was odd, he didn't do much, just ran his fingers through my head, he wasn't even giving me a massage.
"So, there's something Harou said to me," I think it's time I just straight up ask him.
"What?" He seemed curious.
I fiddled with my thumbs, feeling a little nervous. I didn't want to sound like I was full of myself or anything but I was awfully curious, "Um," I cleared my throat, "He said you'd always know if I got in trouble." I tried to move my head and glance at him, "It sounds weird, how would you know if I was in trouble?"
Yes, it sounds odd. But this has been the fourth time he came to help me when I was in trouble. He found me when I was attacked in Lux by Zhou-Lin. He found me when Zhou-Lin kidnapped me. He found me when Chris was about to kill me.
My heart started to pound as I counted the incidents.
And tonight as well, he found me when I was in deep shit trouble. Somehow, he's always managed to come to my rescue.
My chest felt giddy,
It can't just be a coincidence. Something like this can't happen again and again by pure luck.
I glanced at Matthew, feeling shy. It was strange. He had scared me today. Mercilessly killed people in front of me. Not that I feel any remorse for them. If I had been caught, only God knows what might have happened to me.
So I'm really thankful he came.
But now that I'm focusing on him saving me again and again, I feel like a teenager with a major crush all over again.
What is wrong with me? My emotions are all over the place. Hell! My thinking is all over the place too! What am I doing?!
"Werewolves are special," Matthew replied,
"Special?" I get that they're different. Obviously they're different but how? "Special how?" I asked,
"Because there are many special abilities about us."
"Like?" I turned my head to look at his face and he slipped his hands away from my head. A tingle of hurt throbbed in my skull when his touch faded and it felt like the peace and healing suddenly stopped.
"Like staying with me could heal your injuries faster." He answered with a calm expression on his face.
???
I looked at him in confusion as he walked around me and came to the front. My gaze followed him as he came to stand in front of me, then kneeled down.
"What?" I stared at him suspiciously. Staying with him can heal my injuries faster? What? Is he a mage or something? How is that even possible? "Please, don't lie to me."
"I'm not," He replied, "Doesn't your head feel a little better now?"
!!!!
It dawned upon me that he was right. But how did he know that my head felt better? I didn't tell him. Is this the special ability he's talking about?
"How...?" I frowned, "How can you do that?"
"I'm serious, want me to show you?"
"Show me?" I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion,
"Yes," He was already kneeling in front of me, but that's when his hands moved to my legs. The moment his hands touched my legs I flinched.
It wasn't even skin to skin contact. I was wearing my pants but somehow it made me nervous.
"What are you going to do?" I asked
"You got hurt, didn't you?" He folded my pants up, revealing the scratches and bruises I got when I fell.
"Yea..." I mean he can see them now too. What else am I supposed to say here? "What about them?"
"They hurt?" He also grabbed my sleeves and folded them up, revealing the scraped skin that stung like hell.
"Yes, but only a little," My chest felt tight. He looked at my legs and I felt butterflies but I also felt nervous. He was focusing on my skin and that got me feeling a little restless.
Just what will he show me? What is he planning? Is he going to run his fingers along there too? Like he did with my head? It did make me feel better but as soon as he broke contact the pain came back.
So, his method doesn't really work well.
I gulped, "What are you going to do?" He raised his head to look back at me, "How do you plan on doing it?"
"I'll give you a warning beforehand."
"Warning?" I raised my brows at him,
"Yes," He placed his hand on my calve making me flinch again, "I'm going to do it no matter what."
"Do what?" I clenched my fists that rested on the sofa by my hips.
"Werewolves can help in healing by using their saliva," He replied, "And I'm going to use that on you."
"Excuse me?" For the first couple of seconds, the information just went over my head.
"I don't want to see you in pain. I couldn't do this before but now that you know I'm a wolf, this method is better."
I stared at him while my heart flipped in my ribcage. It took me a few moments to catch on, and then my cheeks heated, "WHAT!?" I panicked, "You're going to do that!!!?"
"I'm going to lick your body,"