Vicente was already starting to walk away but then turned around, his fangs snapping out with a smile before he walked away again towards the couch. This time, he opened it and hoped he wouldn't be interrupted since the prick got what he wanted.
zen stood for a moment, processing. after he fully understood what he just saw, he walked over to vicente again.
"i'll leave you alone, but just so you know, i have questions. i plan to see to it that they're answered. good luck."
he turned quickly, walking back to the corner where he left isaac. said boy was still there, a sad little lump of gray.
"aw, bells."
He rolled his eyes and continued to read, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Maybe I should go over and apologize.
"heya, isaac. got him to say something."
"oh, did you now? is that a talent of yours?"
"don't sass me, i just worried over you. he called himself a vampire and flashed some pretty impressive canines, so i guess you were right. you didn't hallucinate."
"…surprising."
"isn't it? move up, i'm sitting back down."
isaac leaned up so zen could situate himself in the position he had been in before, leaving isaac to flop dramatically over his legs.
Vicente closed his book and tossed it to the couch next to him. He took a deep breath as he walked towards the two. "I apologize."
zen looked up.
"for what, calling me a prick multiple times even though i'm having anxiety over my mentally ill friend? is that what you're sorry for?"
isaac gave a weak groan, batting at zen's face.
"don't be an asshole, zen garden. be true to your name."
"isaac, i love you, shut up."
"Says the one who called me colgate despite me being dead. I can't control my paleness, you know," he folded his arms over his chest.
"look, isaac started that one. talk to him about that." he shrugged, smiling a little bit. was this… banter with the local heartthrob and undead? wack.
"Wait," Vicente gave the boy a confused look. "I thought his name was Bell." He ran his fingers through his long hair.
zen raised an eyebrow at vicente, chuckling.
"isaac bell. he gave you his last name. pretty cute, ain't it?" he ruffled isaac's hair under the hood, causing him to pull the hood off and sit up next to zen.
Vicente eyed the two, feeliing a twinge of jealousy. "Very," he smiled and lowered his head to get a closer look at the smaller guy.
isaac tilted his head up at vicente, giving him a good view.
he appeared disheveled, eyes glazed over and face flushed, but his high cheekbones and sharp features still stood strong on his pale skin. he looked rather annoyedly back up at vicente
"Hey cutie, how do you feel?" he tucked his hair behind his ear and chuckled at his reaction. His fangs snapped out to taunt him.
"put those away, colgate. you're not getting anything from me." he gave a small smirk. "i feel absolutely garbage, mostly because last night caught me on the beginning of a depressive episode. you?"
"And I'm really sorry about that, by the way," he gave him a sympathetic look as his fangs retracted. "I feel the same, thank you for asking. And if you're curious as to what 'same' means, just take a look at me and you'll know."
"i see. i would say it's alright, but you have explaining to do before it's okay." he leaned against the shelf behind him, crossing his arms.
"my first question. exactly how old are you?"
Vicente shrugged. "Old," he quickly got annoyed with the that kept falling in front of his face, despite tucking it behind his ear many times. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a hair tie and put his hair up in a bun.
isaac raised an eyebrow.
"pedophile."
zen choked, attempting to smother the sudden laughter
"My brain and body are still the same since i've Turned, thank you," Vicente spotted Kariin and sensed a hunger he hasn't felt since this morning. "Now if you'll excuse me, i'm gonna get a snack."
zen was still laughing, hands covering his face, while isaac looked coolly on as vicente walked over to kariin.
"bells, where did that come from? i didn't know you had a sense of humor."
"i didn't know you were able to restrain from physically fighting someone who imposed on your made up alpha status."
"…touche."
"Hey," he said as he jogged towards her. She turned around slowly and sniffed.
Her skin was pale– deathly pale, her lips drained of color, dark circles under her eyes. It was rare for the cheerleader to come to school in such a manner. "Yes?" Her voice sounded nasally.
"Are you….Are you okay?"
"No. I have a hangover stu–" she gagged. "Stupid. Excuse me." she pushed him aside and ran out the library.
Vicente sighed, though he knew it was for the best. Drinking the blood of the sick wouldn't do him so well.
"re-jected, damn. wonder where she's going?" zen muttered, adjusting so isaac could lean on him.
isaac only hummed in response, watching vicente carefully. he knew vicente would try to get blood from someone else, he wouldn't let himself starve, and he was wary that he and zen would be the next candidates.
Vicente let out a low, but quiet, growl. So. Damn. Hungry. He didn't have the energy to look for another subjugate and he certainly couldn't go out to hunt for some blood bags at the nearby hospital, not with all the cameras around.
There were anima- No, not the animals. The residents of this town have reported too many animal killings and he didn't have the patience to deal with the police. Vicente clenched his teeth and walked towards the two.
Maybe i'll wait 'till she's sober enough.
zen looked up at vicente.
"you hungry, ya vampiric fuck?"
isaac lightly swatted zen's arm, but said nothing.
Vicente scowled. "Still mad you aren't the hottest guy anymore?" He plopped down on the arm chair in front of them.