( I WON'T LET THE WIND GO QUIETLY )

— a love poem that isn’t a love poem quite yet. nikka ursula (n.t)

   “ i mean, i didn’t think they could. unless you got knocked around enough that you beat the impossible. and if so, props to you. do you think advil would even work on a vampire? “

   kit sighed as he looked over at the vampire over-turning the picture frames he’d flipped over many years ago, shaking his head as he looks down to the dog lying on his lap. “ Stop playing with shit that isn’t yours or so god help me i will end you. “ the hybrid rolled his eyes then as he got up, pushing the dog off his lap and walking over to to flip the picture frames back over, his fingers lingering on the photo of his wife and his little girl before eventually slamming it back down onto the bookshelf. “ you don’t see me coming to your house and flipping all your photos over, do you? “

   when he feels her cheek pressed against his bicep, it brings a grin to his lips he can’t seem to wipe away no matter how hard he tries. this is stupid. he feels like a giddy schoolgirl finally talking to her crush, and there’s a weird fluttering in his stomach he hasn’t felt since he met his wife back in the early 1900s. he can’t quite describe the feeling, but he does know that he doesn’t like it. he wants to pull her closer as they walk, but they’re already walking a fine line of what’s acceptable behaviour for two people that have seen each other after almost a century.

   “ really? i thought hozier was popular, but i suppose it was just one song. that take me to church song that was popular back in 2014 i think. “ kit chuckles as he slipped his hands into his pockets, this boy’s positive energy bouncing off him. “ i see where you’re coming from, yeah. “

   “ can’t say that i have, no. i’m more of a ‘use the boring equipment made for exercise.’ guess that’s just me. or that’s just you who uses nature for chin ups. “

   “ i think the song i live by currently is... fuck, i don’t know. there’s a lot of songs to choose from. maybe foreigners god by hozier or the funeral by band of horses. why do you ask? are you planning on throwing a party but making sure you have everybody’s taste in music? “

   the hybrid nods his head at her words, cerulean orbs looking over the things she was picking, a smile pulling to his lips.  “ hey, darling. and you’re right, you can never trust what’s inside some sketchy store bought items. “ a chuckle escapes his lips as he moves back to sit on the ground, watching her for a moment. kit didn’t eat human food, at least not often, so he didn’t know what was bad and what wasn’t, but pesticides in food did seem like one of them. “ i have to say though, i’m not at all surprised to find you out here, collecting your own supplies for food. “ he smiles at the girl as he crossed his legs, leaning back on his hands. 

   something about this girl has captured kit, he finds himself coming to the bakery more often for her company, bumping into her in the streets of new orleans. she reminds him of his daugther in a way, with how she reacts to the world. she’s nothing but kind, and it makes kit glow with pride even though he barely knows her. he finds her in the woods, collecting something into the basket she has in her hands, and he chuckles as he approaches her, looking over her shoulder. “ what’re you gathering up here? “

   even though kit couldn’t feel the effect of alcohol, he did still enjoy drinking it. maybe that was because he used to drink it quite often before he was turned into this thing. it’s a little late at night, but he doesn’t expect the bar to be closed. when he arrives, the open sign is still up and lights haven’t been turned out, so he can only assume. as soon as he steps in, he’s hit with the intoxicating scent of blood, something fresh. “ jesus... “ he mutter as he walks towards the girl sat on the pool table, looking down to the lifeless body with an eyebrow raised. “ doesn’t seem like you’re closed. my apologies though. “ kit hums as he glances to the door he had entered and back to her, a smile pulling at his lips.

   “ bit of an overkill, don’t you think? “ kit raised an eyebrow as he revealed himself from the shadows, giving the man a smile as he placed his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “ so how’re you gonna clean this up? or are you just gonna let the whole forest burn to a crisp? “ the hybrid looks to the fire then before back to the male before him. the poor werewolf this man had killed was nothing special, sure kit knew him, but he didn’t know him. he was just a drifter, he was sure.

   when kit opens the door to his home, one of the original werewolves is probably the last person he would’ve seen here. the rain outside is pounding against the quaint house, but kit is still staring at the shivering and drenched blonde in front of him. “ well look what we have here. “ he can’t help the soft chuckle that manages to pass his lips, but he moves out of the way of the doorway. “ come on in, it’s freezing out here and you’re absolutely drenched. “ when she steps inside the place, he closes the door and looks around for a moment, pursing his lips. moving into the living room, he grabs the blanket that’s draped over the back of the couch before returning to her, holding out the blanket. “ here. if you want my rooms just down the hall to the left, you can find yourself some dry clothes. “

   the hybrid is sprawled out in his favoured armchair, gripping a book tightly in his hands when the knock at the door of the small family home can be heard. scamp is barking and jumping off kit to rush over to the door to try and see who it is, the irish terrier’s tail going as he looks back at his owner. kit sighs and sets his bookmark into the page, grumbling about how rude it was to disrupt a man during his reading hour. when he opens the door though, it’s all been forgotten. juliet is stood at the door with bruises littered along her beautiful pale skin, only to be accompanied by a bloody nose. “ who did this? “ his voice is borderline hostile as he guides the older hybrid into his home, closing the door behind her as he clenches his jaw. god forbid kit finds the person who did this to his juliet for he will tear them to shreds. he escorts her into the kitchen, making her sit on the kitchen counter before he spins around to grab a packet of ice from the freezer along with a paper towel for her nose. “ juliet, who did this to you? tell me or so god help me i will sniff them out myself. “

   kit just wanted to get home as soon as possible. the sun was already hidden behind the valley of trees that seemed to line the road he was driving down. he knew that the things that go bump in the night (things such as himself, but he was different) were coming out soon, looking to feed upon some poor soul who got in their way. stopping at a crossroads, kit glances around, his eyes landing on the girl whom had served him at the bakery just a couple days ago. what was she doing all the way out here? certainly she had to live close by if she worked at the local bakery, but they were three hours from new orleans, and that’s counting the drive time. it would take her hours to get home, unless she was waiting around for somebody to pick her up. sighing to himself, he pulls up to the pale brunette standing on the side of the road, slipping out of the driver’s seat and looking at her. “ what’re you doing all the way out here? “