“Oh.” She nodded solemnly, her eyes drifting to the dark bubbling glass, “So that would make you at least 500 years old?” Anita’s eyes darted once again, testing at first to his true eye and then slowly to the paler one, “Then your eye, and the limp. Was that before you were turned?” Something about him confused her. He was genuine and it seemed kind natured, how could someone live for that long and be, well, gentle? It didn’t make sense, and her confusion was plain across her brows as the furrowed once more in thought. He was a council member, and from what she gathered, those could be the most ruthless of killers. Did he only choose to hide this from Anita? And if so, what was his end all game?
“What?” The anger poured from her lips like the sweetest of honeys. Her heartbeat began to speed up again, this time not from any sort of fear but rather from the rage and determination to destroy, to hurt and maim- none of it directed at her current companion. “That fucking asshole,” she growled and slammed her glass on the table to the astonishment of the bartender and their ball patrons. How could he do that to her? She was stuck, stuck between a rock and a hard place and if there were anyone near to know her personality, Anita was not one to appreciate her choices being limited, and was even worst when placed in a corner.
“And his death my kill me, right?” She looked up at the older vampire again, her mouth pulled tight as she bit on her bottom lip in defiance, the fire burning sharply in her gaze. “He ‘gave’ me the second one to save his own sorry life,” she spat, shifting uneasily in her chair. “I’m sorry… I… I should go.”
“I am over 500.” He told her as he watched her eyes looking at his. “I was born blind in my right eye and the limp is from when I decided to impress a girl when I was 15. I tried to jump from one rooftop to another and fell, breaking my leg in the process. Medicine back then wasnt like it is today, the doctor did not set it right and I was left with a limp.” He explained to her, when she furrowed her brows and looked confused he tiled his head to the side. “Why so confused Ms. Blake?” Axel asked her.
He recoiled at her anger and he reached out and lightly touched her arm. “He is indeed a fucking asshole for what he did to you. As I said the first mark was understandable in order to save you but he should have explained the marks to you and given you the choice.” He sighed and looked at her, his gaze soft.
“I am not sure about the death part with only the two marks. If you had all four and he was to die then yes you would as well.” Axel told her as he picked up his drink and sipped it. “Do not go just because you are angry at a master vampire that misused his powers on you.”
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