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-It depends but sure, we can do that.-I answer and notice that it's not the answer she wanted, but it's the answer she knew she was going to get. -I'm going to need this if I want to talk about the past.-she laughs as she brings her glass to her lips. Those plump, pink lips. Fuck, couldn't she be an old lady? It would be so much easier to focus on the purpose of her being here. -When I was six they left me in the orphanage. I don't really remember them, honestly. And I never found out why they abandoned me out of the blue. All I know is that as soon as they left me they ran away to another country. I don't know what they were running from, maybe some supernatural shit.-she laughs as she drinks some more.-Anyways, I stayed alone until I turned eighteen and got a job to buy a house. My best friend Cameron was a big help in that.-she smiles as she mentions the man's name. -They suck. If they left you, they are no fucking good. Much less deserve you, freckles.-I rest my glass on the table in front of the couch. -Yeah, you're right. I just wish I had someone to teach me what it's like to live in this world. One of them was a Caddel apparently, they could tell me everything. But they decided to leave me and here I am, stuck in a room with a two hundred year old vampire. Cheers to that.-she lifts her glass and then chugs the rest into her mouth. -Twenty-one years old, freckles. Don't be mistaken," I correct her with a smile. At least she seems to have enjoyed the bourbon. -I apologize, old man.-she laughs and I'm glad we're having a conversation that doesn't involve offense and threats.-Your turn, fangs. Fangs? Couldn't she have come up with a better nickname? -What do you want to know, darling? I'll be an open book for a moment.-I get up to get another glass.-What do you say we have some tequila now? She thinks for a moment before agreeing with her head. I like this carefree Julia. -We could start with the meeting you had about me.-she turns back on the couch so that she is looking at me. I let out a small smile.-You'll get down to the important stuff right away, won't you? -What can I say, I'm a businesswoman.-she shrugs her shoulders. I pour two glasses with tequila and walk back to her. I hand her one of the glasses and lean back against the couch. -I have a responsibility to the people who live here. And often that makes them feel they have the right to complain about my decisions. Which, for the record, they don't," I say, taking a sip of my drink. -Decisions? About me?" she asks innocently. -Not everyone agrees with the fact that you are here, Julia. They are afraid of the witches in your family, and that includes you. So they called a meeting that I had to attend because I'm the boss of all this shit. -Maybe if they knew I didn't know how to use my powers they'd be more relaxed," she brings her glass to her lips again. -They can't know that. Your powers are the only thing keeping those crazy people who can't control themselves from sticking their teeth in your neck," I say, and then realize the information I just dumped on her. -What?" she shouts, "You said I was safe! -I reposition myself on the couch so that I'm closer to her. No one will touch you, freckles, they are too afraid of me and afraid of you. -I should have a security guard.-she sets the glass down on the table and crosses her arms. -A security guard?-I laugh.-Where do you think you are? This is not Hollywood and you are not Angelina Jolie. -At least you have good taste in actresses," she rolls her eyes, "I'm serious. I bet Silas wouldn't mind. Silas? Here we go. Even in peace my brother's name comes up. -Silas wants nothing to do with you. He prefers to run away from problems. My problems especially," I reply rudely in an attempt to kill this conversation. -It didn't seem that way today. He gave me a book.-she points to the stack of pages lying on top of the couch next to her. Of course he had to give her a book. That fucking stupid walking personality detector. -What's your problem with him, Sebastian? I thought you were supposed to be brothers. -It doesn't mean we have to be friends,-I answer and get up. -I don't believe that. What happened between you two?-she asks, getting up too. -The question game is over, freckles. It's time for you to go to sleep," I answer, turning away. -Don't act like you're my father," she replies, and I imagine her crossing her arms, upset. -It sounds nice of me considering you've never had one.-I give a cold smile and she completely changes her posture.