Oh my god I got pulled over today for speeding :[ My first pull-over ever. It was scary. D: I only got a warning, which was good...
*tear* I am traumatized.
...In other news...
*sigh* Writing about Foster makes me smile.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Foster asked me later that night.
Ambrielle had been kind enough to dedicate an entire tent for Foster and I, since now it seemed like we'd be staying here for a while. Of course, that wasn't something to complain about; camping in the middle of a vast forest was definitely much better than being locked up in Lawrence's dungeon. Despite the fact that these Agents were a mix of D.a.r.c. and G.h.o.s.t. employees (the rival Organizations, remember), I didn't mind. Being surrounded by Agents felt like I was back at work, before any of these terrible things happened.
Ambrielle had indeed turned out to be one of the leaders of the survivors, just as I had suspected. There were other (more experienced) Agents that also seemed to be leaders (I had caught a glimpse of them as Ambrielle discussed our new situation with them). However for some reason Ambrielle seemed to be the boss of even them - perhaps it was because of the air of authority about her or her tendency to take charge of things. I had to admit, she was a natural; although she was young, she could have definitely grown up to be an amazing Agent. She'd probably go on to get a promotion and work at a higher level at D.a.r.c., like maybe an Agent trainer and manager. Like Thez.
Anyway, like I was saying before - she had given us an entire tent to stay in and even provided us clothes (though their supplies were understandably short). I was surprised that we were allowed to have so much to ourselves - I mean this tent was huge - but then I realized that perhaps Ambrielle did it to give Foster and I some "privacy." She had assumed I was Foster's mate when she first met me...but even though she now knew I was human, I don't think her opinion changed much. I didn't doubt that there were plenty of rumors about Foster and I.
…Not to say that some of them weren't true.
"I'll be fine, Foster. Stop worrying," I said, sounding both reassuring and annoyed.
We were lying on the single cot that was in our tent (they said we'd get another one later, but like I said before, their supplies were short). When I say we were both lying on one cot, I meant that he was lying on it and I was lying on top of him.
...What? He was comfortable.
My head was rested comfortably on his chest, rising up and down in sync with his chest. I noted with interest that immortals didn't have a heartbeat, and yet they still breathed. On second thought maybe they didn't, and it was only Foster who decided to breath just for the hell of it. He had been turned into a werewolf unwillingly - well, a lot of people were unwilling, but it was worse for him because he was a werewolf hunter. I know he tried to remain all of his human characteristics that he could; for instance, he still preferred to fight with his hunting weapons, and every once in a while he'd join me for a meal.
"Sorry," he said. "It's just that I know you're not too fond of this whole experimenting thing."
I shrugged, though the movement was awkward since I was lying down.
"I'm fine with all of the testing, I suppose...I just didn't like the fact that all of it was going on behind closed doors. I mean, I guess I can see why D.a.r.c. wanted to keep all of it a secret, so no enemies could find out about it - and that's probably why they didn't tell any Agents - but still, I don't like being left in the dark."
He grunted, understanding what I was saying. I raised my head to look at him.
"Why?" I asked coyly, a smile playing across my lips. "Were you worried about me?" I teased.
He faked a scoff. "Chase, please," he said sarcastically.
I laughed lightly and kissed him quickly on the lips. "You're cute," I said.
"You're ugly," he replied.
I pouted. "Well you're fat."
"You're stupid."
"Hey!" I half-yelled, half-giggled as he playfully flipped me over. He was now on top, and pinning my arms down so I couldn't slap him. Which we both knew I would do.
"You're hairy," I shot back. I liked to make fun of him for any wolfish characteristics he had; though we both knew that what I said was a lie. Foster was not a mammoth, thank you very much.
"What?" Foster said in a high voice, pretending to sound hurt.
"You need to shaaave," I whined. That one was actually true; we haven't been in a real bathroom since leaving Lawrence's, which was almost two days. Though I couldn't lie, Foster was one of the few that could pull off stubble.
"It hurts to kiss you," I added.
He kissed me anyway.
"Ew," I said. I scrunched up my nose to pretend I didn't like it.
"Yeah, ew," someone echoed.
Foster and I immediately turned out heard towards the source of the voice; there, standing at the entrance of the tent, stood a small girl. She was perhaps five or six years old, with honey brown hair and deep chocolate eyes. I was accustomed to little girls being shy around other people; however, she caught me by surprise by acting bold enough to insult Foster's and my kiss.
"Um..." Foster said awkwardly. He sat up, relieving his weight from my body. I sat up too and distanced from myself from him, scooting to the end of the cot. I was half-expecting the girl to point at Foster and declare he had cooties - who knows, maybe he really did.
"What's your name?" I abruptly asked. I wasn't sure of what else to say; I was never good with kids.
The girl courageously walked further into the tent. Sticking her thumb proudly to her chest, she said, "My name's Vivy. My favorite color is purple and I am this many years old." She held up five fingers.
"Nice to meet you, Vivy," Foster said warmly, a smile on his face. I looked at him, mildly surprised - unlike myself, he seemed to have a way with children.
Vivy felt more at ease once Foster spoke to her, and she ventured into the tent further. However now she seemed a bit more shy.
"Miss Ambrielle said you need to come out now," she informed us in a small voice. She kept on glancing at Foster and then quickly averted her eyes to the ground. "It's supper time," she added.
After shooting Foster a nervous glance one last time - her confidence had suddenly disappeared - she hastily scurried out of the tent. Foster and I exchanged a brief look of confusion, but then shrugged it off and followed Vivy outside.
Their "dinner" was a bit different than I was used to; everyone was huddled around a massive campfire, and each person had some sort of food in their hands. The meat was being cooked in the fire itself, like cooking hotdogs on the fourth of July. There were plenty of other sorts of food, too - but it was the kind of food that you would get from a grocery store. After asking a man standing next to me, I learned that some Agents snuck back into the city (during daylight hours, as to not get caught by any of Lawrence's minions - which happened to be pretty much all of the immortals now) and got supplies from supermarkets and other stores.
Although Foster and I received many curious and suspicious looks, we seemed to be accepted into the group pretty well. We were welcomed to sit on a log near the fire and we gladly accepted, grateful for their hospitality. We helped ourselves to some food, and we hadn't realized how hungry we were until after we stuffed two days' worth of food down our throats.
It wasn't long before I saw Ambrielle join the campfire. She was standing on the opposite side of the circle, and at first I didn't recognize her because of the way the flames cast shadows over her delicate features and how her pale skin now seemed bronze. I stood up and walked over to her. She saw me on the way over, and greeted me with what resembled a smile.
"Vianne's been talking about you," she said to me once I was close enough to hear her over the roar of the fire. "Well, she's mostly been talking about Foster."
I frowned. "Vianne?" I asked.
"Vianne Thez? The little girl that came to get y - Ah, she probably introduced herself as Vivy, am I right?"
I gaped at her. "Did you say Thez?! As in Robert Thez's - "
"Daughter. Yes," she said.
I was in shock. I knew Thez had had a daughter, but...I had never met her, and I never thought I would. It had always been strange to think that Thez had a life outside of working at D.a.r.c. It was also a little shocked to meet Thez's child; she was his own blood, probably the closest thing that I could ever get to 'seeing' him again, if you will. I had already tried so hard to put his death behind me, to forget about it, and now here was his kid. Like a little mini-him wearing a dress.
Ironically I happened to see her out of the corner of my eye. I caught her attention and beckoned her over to me. Apparently her confidence had returned because she didn't hesitate to march right up to me and say, in a very impatient tone:
"What?"
I grinned. In the warm light of the fire I could see the resemblance now; the coffee hair and deep brown eyes had unmistakably come from her father. There was also one other uncanny similarity they shares: their patience and the fact that it absolutely did not exist.
"You're name's Vianne Thez, isn't it?" I asked, crouching down to her level.
She shook her head. "My name isn't Vianne, it's Vivy. And I am this many years old," she stated, but this time she held up six fingers.
"Right," I agreed, and then I excitedly motioned for Foster to come over so I could tell him who this was. As soon as Vivy saw him, though, her cheeks went to brightest shade of red and she abruptly ran away.
I looked at Vivy and then Foster, completely befuddled. She seemed like she was bipolar or something, the way she acted almost arrogant but once Foster showed up all of that disappeared.
"What was that abo - " I started, but then I suddenly realized something and I grinned maliciously.
I turned to Foster. "She has a crush on you!" I squealed, sounding almost as young as Vivy.
Foster laughed out loud, clearly enjoying the attention. "That's...kind of awkward. The boss's daughter? Not such a good idea," he said, wrapping an arm around my waist and hugging me close to him.
I rested my head on his shoulder and then looked around at the rest of the people around the fire. No one was staring at Foster and I anymore - we seemed to be accepted quite easily. We were one of them; we were Agents, after all. And we were surrounded by people of our kind. I felt like I was home.
Shortnesssss.
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