2Kan
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I walked out of my hiding spot and chuckled. "I'm just showing you that I'll always be one step ahead." I hummed as I leaned against the counter. "On second thought, I'll be three steps, five steps, seven steps, then ten steps ahead of you." I told her as I paced in front of her. "Then as soon as you think you're catching up, that's when I'll be behind you." She concluded, putting her arms at either side of Kim. "So are you sure you want to play games with me little mouse? Keep in mind that I'm a Vampire with no powers who has survived a childhood with only vampires. So since everyone in my life has been stronger and faster, had better senses, and could fly, I had to become the most clever of them all. You started this game when you made a jest on my life. How do you want to finish it?" I asked with a grin and a confident look in my eyes.
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"Uhhh..." I said, my face was bright red, I'd say it was because of shame from failure, but that would be a lie. I slowly reached to the side before quickly grabbing a knife out of the knife holder, I then grabbed her shoulder with my free hand and switched our positions, holding her against the wall. I then held the knife against her throat and grinned, making sure I looked as insane as I could, "Perhaps it wasn't a jest." I said calmly, still grinning like a maniac.
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I tensed under the hold of the knife and sighed. "Five steps ahead." I muttered with what air I had before taking out the garlic and holding it in front of her. It wasn't touching her skin so it wouldn't harm her but the smell would be enough for her to sense danger and back off.
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The instant I smelled the garlic I stepped back, holding my hands up, though I was still holding the knife, "Whoa, playing dirty are we?" I was extremely tempted to throw the knife at her but purposely miss and hit the wall beside her, but I was not particularly good at knife throwing and would probably hit her and if it did hit the wall it most likely wouldn't stab into it. I was also tempted to kick the garlic out of her hand and actually attack her, but that would be going too far.
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“You played dirty with the knife. I am allowed to have trust issues.” I told her, holding the garlic defensively as I walked out of the kitchen.
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I followed her, still holding the knife because I forgot to put it back and I was unaware that I might be technically stealing. "Hey, I wasn't actually going to kill you. And the knife was a defensive method, you pinned me to the wall and were being creepy." I told her.
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“I’m a creep and you’re insane. Sounds like this will be a terrific year for both of us.” I muttered sarcastically as I rolled my eyes.
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"Exactly!" I said enthusiastically and wrapped my arm around her shoulders, the same arm that holding the knife that I forgot I was holding, "We shall work together to strike terror into the hearts of out enemies!" I shook my free fist for emphasis, "Just imagine, everyone cowering and bowing down to us as we pass through the halls, fear clearly showing in their eyes and they can barely keep themselves from shaking as they watch us and hope that we're not in a bad mood." I waved my free hand in front of us as I talked. I then turned my head to look at her and grinned, "But then again, it isn't much better for them when we're in a good mood either."
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“So you’re suggesting a new game where we work as a team.” I replied. “How does one know if they can trust the other?” I asked, carefully taking the knife out of her hand and showing it to her.
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I shrugged, "We don't, but that's what makes it fun! The sense of danger, the constant having to be on guard, the fact that you just stole my knife and could totally stab me right now."
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“It’s not stealing if you steal from a thief.” She replied, dropping the knife to the floor and continuing to walk. This was a test to see if she could trust the girl or not. If she could, she would put down the garlic as well and agree to this game. If she couldn’t, she would use the garlic to once again get away.
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"Why did you drop that? I could stab you." I said as I bent down and picked up the knife, I then walked after her. As I caught up to her I suddenly had an idea and attempted to throw the knife up in the air and catch it by the handle. I failed to say the least. I caught it by the blade and immediately dropped it, "Damn it!" I exclaimed loudly and looked down at my now bleeding hand.
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I sighed and shook my head. I couldn’t trust her. She went right for the knife. If she had just left it and continued what she had been doing, then I could trust her. I tried not to look at her, knowing seeing the blood would trigger instincts that I wasn’t equipped to carry out. The site of blood can trigger insanity in vampires. The insanity could be directed in lust, anger, depression, most often starvation or desperation. Normally the sight of blood triggered myself to feel afraid or depressed because I knew I could never stand a chance against other vampires. So I avoided the sight of blood as I stood there, not sure why my legs refused to move. If I had to spend the year with this girl, I would have to develop trust with her. “I knew I would have to trust you for you to trust me. However you went for the knife, so how can I trust you? If you wish to be allies, perhaps making jokes or threats on my life isn’t the best way to start.” I told her as I reentered the kitchen and returned with a wet cloth for the cut. “Here.” I told her, avoiding looking at the blood as I held the cloth to her.
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I probably shouldn't have looked at the blood, but I wanted to see how badly I hurt myself. It was still a mistake though, and I should have known that. The sight of blood always made me extremely angry, though I have no idea why. If anyone around me didn't try to interact with me too much I could usually manage to just storm off and possibly break a few things before being alone for some time so I could cool off. Now, if I was in a fight, committing murder was a valid possibility. I got even more angry if anyone tried to help me in any way. "Shut the hell up, I don't need your help." I growled at her and smacked her hand away. I then picked up the knife and stormed off.
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“My bad for trying to help.” I muttered, rubbing my head as I picked up the cloth.
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