“No sir,” said Isaac bowing his head.
“Then do not speak,” growled the scarred man.
Isaac’s mouth snapped shut he sent me a hurt look and felt bad that I was the cause of him getting in trouble.
“He can talk if he wants,” I said to the guy in red. Jonathon’s grip tightened on my arm. “And who are you anyway?” I said getting angrier by the minute with this man. Jonathon tightened his grip again in silent warning.
“You, child, are in my domain. I will ask the questions. Do you understand?” He said. This man frightened me more than the vampires in the room so I just nodded my head that I understood.
“What brings you here?” he asked Patrick who had stepped forward as our leader.
“There is a rouge,” said Patrick in his pleasant and patient tone but I knew he was anything but.
“A rouge you say?” said the man. I still did not know his name.
“Yes. As far as we know she has only killed twice,” said Patrick holding his head high.
“Humans?” the man asked.
“One vampire and one human,” said Patrick.
The man in red absorbed this information his scar blinked red and angry in the low light. “But she could have killed more?”
“Yes, that possibility is most likely,” said Patrick. “She has been this way for over a hundred years.”
“Do you know what she is after or is she just random in her acts?”
“Of course. Kylie.” Patrick said motioning to me.
I stepped forward. Jonathon followed me, my protector.
“A girl? This girl? She wants to kill this girl,” said the man like he had never heard anything more absurd.
“Yes,” said Patrick with the upmost patience.
“Why?” asked the man in red sneering at me.
Jonathon growled. “Because she is my soul mate,” said Jonathon glaring at the man in red.
“Soul mates!” yelled Isaac. The man in red shot him a glare and Isaac’s eyes glimmered with sheer panic.
“What has she done to make this vampire go mad?” asked the man rolling his eyes.
“Not her, me,” said Jonathon. “It was a long time ago. Her soul mate died and I was there. When a vampire’s soul mate dies we slowly go crazy, merciless, we go on a rampage of hate. All you can focus on is the fact that you lost part of your soul. When we are turned into a vampire we lose half our soul. That half is then put into our soul mate. So, when a soul mate dies that part of your soul dies too and you are only left with half of a soul. You are split in two. Not vampire and not human, just nothing. Then eventually you expire.”
“So, eventually she will die on her own, correct?” said the man raising his gray eyebrows.
“Yes,” whispered Jonathon.
“Then why don’t we wait and let her die then? That seems the most appropriate solution,” the man said.
Jonathon glared at the man in red. “I will not let her die because of you,” he said indicating me, “And isn’t it your job to protect humans from wild vampires?” hissed Jonathon.
“Indeed,” said the man steepling his fingers in front of his mouth.
“Then do your damn job and stop being a lazy ass!” Jonathon yelled.
“Language,” whispered Patrick hast