"Why do you want to know so much?" The vampire asked, crossing his arms.
"Why can't I want to know more about a group of rogues in the same forest as me?" Alexander replied.
"I've already told you enough."
"You've barely told me anything. You haven't told me their numbers, their names, their age, just that they occasionally use the lake as a meeting place. That's one thing. If we're going to spend a month, possibly more with a bunch of criminal rogues, I need to know more about them."
The vampire didn't budge. "I'm part of that 'criminal' rogue group. Some of these rogues top the five hundred mark. You're asking me to betray them. Even if Aella over here,"-he threw a hand in my direction, and I gave him a sinister smile-"would like to
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Immortals weren't restricted to the vampire category, but were rarely something else. A few species of demons and faeries were also immortal, but that was it, unless you counted the gods.
"Happy now?" the vampire snapped.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "Not really. That also brings up another question. How old are you?"
"Nine-"
The vampire abruptly cut off. Nine? Nineteen? Ninety? Nine hundred?
"It's none of your business," he finished. "I'm here to get you out of the forest, not to provide you with information."
Alexander asked another question as if the vampire hadn't even spoken. "How do you get blood? I heard vampires can't sustain themselves on animal blood because and will lose their minds."
"Anyone would go crazy if you were deprived of food, yet couldn't die. Animal blood doesn't provide us with the suitable life force. We're not like vampiric pigs or something, a pigs blood won't work."
"You didn't even answer my question."
"I know."
The two stared at each other for a while. None of the others spoke either.
"How about a game? Each person asks two questions. You can choose to answer which one, but it it must be truthfully. Secondly, you cannot repeat questions you have already asked," Alexander casually suggested.
"Why would I want to know about you?"
"You probably don't. But being a rogue vampire, I dont think you leave this forest often. There are probably things about the world you want to know about."
The vampire looked the teeniest
“But, you must tell me your blood type.” Michal whispered a couple words in her ear and then she let him be.
"Oh, I didn't notice it before, but is that real blood I'm standing in? Wait, stupid question, of course it's real blood. Only the real thing would do, huh? I guess I should have asked if it was human or animal blood."
The boy turned around. "You don't know who they are? Didn't your parents every teach you about the Survey Corps?"
"They made me go into the arena. Everyday for the past sixteen days. This blood was the captain's..." I stared forth in disbelief.
“I don’t know, but we need to look for information before we can go back.”
“I thought you were one of them,” he admits, squirming under Walker's punishing hold. “I told them last time I saw them that if I did see them again, then I’d kill them.”
“But, where did they come from?" she asked. He glanced at her, smiled, but did not answer her question
An awkward silence falls between them. One of the lights turns back on and scans the walls.
“Victoria said that he…drinks blood.” He shivered thinking of it for a moment. “He needs it, to come back. He must come back. Take that bottle to him,
“It’s about the Sangrine Syndicate.” She said, quietly. “A few months ago, I was actually apart of them.”
"Exactly. Man, Roxas, you sure do Scare me with big talk like that. How about we just walk around the city and see what we can find."
"Why are you concerned about that?" said the dervish. "Is that any of your business?"
“I don't know anything about where I’m at, who you are, where you’re taking me, where my family is, or if they’re okay,” I said shyly.
Axel noticed Xion's dissapointed facial expession and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "There's not much to look at." He admitted.
He sighed and stared at the ground. "I don 't know... when they find us, and they will, then they will not be.... They... they 'll take away everything and anything I treasure. They 'll take away Elizabeth; they 'll take away my few tidbits of happiness..."