Choose your character! (1/1)

“You are not.” He grumbles.

Chrys taps the wooden door. “Guess. And I’ll confirm or deny.”

“Just tell me, Chryses.”

Chrys shakes his head. “No. Either you guess, or get off my property.”

Rodya huffs, “Look, I know it’s something outlandish that’s I’ll never guess.” He leans against the door frame, his arms still crossed, “Or that I think are too stupid for me to guess.”

Chrys raises an eyebrow, “Guess anyway. What outlandish things could you come up with?”

“Vampire? You’re ancient as dirt, your skin is almost paper white and you live alone in the middle of nowhere. Also, I heard rumors from the village.”

(First thing on his mind- XDDD)

XD

Chrys hums, silent.

“Is it a yes or a no?”

Chrys stares into his eyes, silent.

Rodya stares back, “Look, you said you’d confirm or deny, and as you seem to get pissed when I read what’s on your face, you’re going to have to be a big boy and use your words.”

Chrys chuckles, grinning. This time, he smiles with his teeth, flashing his fangs. “You guessed it.”

Rodya watches, not moving, “So. . . You really need blood?”

Chrys nods, “Mhm.”

“So. . . Do you live off of animals? Or what-?”

Chrys shrugs, “Depends…usually it’s animals…or the occasional thief or someone who attempts to murder me.”

Rodya nods slightly. He straitens, “Do you ever get tired of it? Just. . . Living forever? Alone?”

Chrys nods, “Mhm. I got the wonderful opportunity of watching my family die.”

Rodya looks at him, silent.

Chrys watches him. “You gonna go and get some hunters on my ass?”

Rodya frowns, “Why would I do that? You’ve done nothing to me or mine. As far as I know, you haven’t hurt anyone.”

Chrys raises an eyebrow, honestly quite shocked. “Oh? So what will you do?”

“Treat you exactly the same way I’ve been treating you. Just because I know something I didn’t previously doesn’t mean you’re any different. I mean, humans kill animals for food. Animals kill other animals. There are even other creatures who live off of blood? So what’s so wrong with a vampire? They’re just living too. As long as you don’t go crazy and start killing more than you need to live. I don’t care at all.”

Chrys scoffs, “I’m not living. My heart has stopped a long time ago. I’ve been dead for years.” He leans against the door. “Why aren’t you like the others? They think I’m the spawn of ‘the devil’.”

“You are living. Just because you’re hearts not beating, it doesn’t mean your not alive. I mean, your brain still works, doesn’t it?” He shrugs, “You’re different, so what?”

Chrys rolls his eyes. “My skin is ice cold. No living human is like this.”

“But you’re not human you’re a vampire two completely diffrent species. It’s like a human comparing themselves to a plant. I don’t get my energy from the sun, I’m not green, I’m a lot warmer to the touch than this plant, therefore, I’m not alive.”

Chrys huffs. “I used to be human…but I got that ripped from me.” He sighs.

“Still. You’re morals haven’t really changed, you drink animal blood, which, I’m sure, don’t taste quite right, or as good as human. You don’t hurt others, do you?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t try to. As for the animal blood, yes, it tastes horrible.” He sighs, remembering all the times he had lost himself due to him being close to starvation or injured. He shakes his head, clearing the thoughts.