To the world, she is formidable.
She is the world.
“Where did they make you?”
He startles. I didn’t think he would startle. But when he turns to look at me, he seems confused.
I explain: “You are unusually beautiful.”
His eyes widen.
His lips part, press together, tremble into a curve that surprises me. Surprises him.
Pour le monde entier, elle est impressionnante.
Pour moi ?
Elle est le monde entier.
- Hé, ajouté-je, en parlant de trucs qui me dégoûtent... Avant qu'on mange, tu n'aurais pas envie d'enlever un tout petit peu du sang que tu as sur le visage ?
Pour toute réponse, Warner me fusille de regard.
Je lève les mains en l'air.
- OK, du calme, tout va bien, dis-je en pointant mon index sur lui. D'ailleurs, j'ai appris que le sang, c'était bon pour nous. Bio, tu vois. Antioxydant et tout. Très prisé chez les vampires.
“You’re not even going to pretend it’s not true?” I rip open a foil container. More potatoes. “You won’t even pretend you don’t know that the entire world finds you attractive?”
“Was that a confession?”
“You wish, dickhead.”
“I find it boring,” Warner says. “Besides, if I paid attention to every single person who found me attractive I’d never have time for anything else.”
I nearly drop the potatoes.
I wait for him to crack a smile, to tell me he’s joking, and when he doesn’t, I shake my head, stunned.
“Wow,” I say. “Your humility is a fucking inspiration.”
Warner’s eyes flash. “I want to hurt people all the time,” he says. “Sometimes I can’t sleep at night because I’m thinking about all the people I’d like to murder.”
“Great.” I nod, leaning back in my chair. “This is super great. All of this information we’re collecting is super helpful and useful.” I count off on my fingers: “Amelia was a psycho, Castle wants to be BFFs with Anderson, Warner has midnight fantasies about killing people, and Castle made Amelia think that Warner is a lost little bunny trying to find his way home.”
When everyone stares at me, confused, I clarify:
“Castle basically gave Amelia the idea that she could walk into a room and murder Warner! He pretty much told her that Warner was about as harmful as a dumpling.”
“Me?” My eyes widen. “I’m not afraid of him. Or, I mean, whatever, I’m not the only one afraid of him. Though let’s be real,” I mutter, “anyone with two brain cells to rub together should be afraid of him.”
Castle raises an eyebrow.
“Except for you, of course,” I add hastily. “What reason would you have to be afraid of Warner? He’s such a nice guy. Loves children. Big talker. Oh, and bonus: He no longer murders people professionally. No, now murdering people is just a fulfilling hobby.”
One of the volunteers checking my wound yesterday told me that she heard someone else say that they saw Warner uproot an entire tree with only one hand.
Translation: He probably broke off a tree branch.
Someone else told me that they’d heard from a friend that some girl had seen him save a cluster of children from friendly fire.
Translation: He probably shoved a bunch of kids to the ground.
Ma vie m'échappe
Je choisirai mon destin
Je crains mon ennemi
J'affronte ma réalité.
Je vais le perdre
Je saurai le retenir
La fin est proche
- Bim bam boum ? demande Warner.
- Ben oui, quoi, comme ça (je tape dans mes mains): boum ! Terminé ! Les doigts dans le nez!
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