‘Are you sure you want to do this?’
He looked at me and I knew he did not approve. Rodney was not only my best friend but also one of the best weaponry men in the hidden history. Throughout time he had created many devices for me and over the years, they improved tremendously. For example, one of the main devices was ‘the necklace’ which was a special collar with iron spikes on the inside. I often wore it to prevent myself from the full moon rages and any sudden outbreaks. During the transformations, my neck was the first to expand so that’s the first thing I wanted to stop. As spikes entered my neck, I would lose much blood but the pain would calm and weaken me down. This time I was planning to face a vampire and I needed much more than a necklace.
‘Yes, neck, thighs and waist.’
We were standing in one of Rodney’s hidden workplaces. I stared in the mirror as he sat on a stool holding the necklace in his hand. He looked at me as he was frowning. He wore short dark blond hair and a beard that made him look older. Rodney was 256 years old. He was neither a vampire nor a werewolf.
Rodney stood up and applied the necklace.
‘What will you do?’ He asked as I felt the cold iron touch my neck.
‘I have to look in his eyes, long enough to see something or make him see something.’
‘That’s your plan?’ he did not seem impressed.
‘I know…’ I whispered because I agreed.
‘It’s not a plan at all.’
‘I am aware of that. What else do you want me to do?’
‘I don’t want you to do anything. I think you know very well my opinion about this.’
Rodney had been trying for years to make me forget about my obsession and enjoy my life ‘the way I was supposed to’ but I guess I was stubborn.
‘Yes, I do. I truly do, but I don’t know what else to do. I must see him.’
‘You do what you must. But please be careful and don’t let yourself bleed to death.’
‘You know that can’t happen.’ I smiled while I watched the bitterness of my own smile in the mirror.
‘You know what I mean.’
‘It won’t go like last time.’