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Will you be the one to catch me when I fall?
Zero had watched Annabelle, somewhat distracted from his find by her, at least until she walked away and Henry practically praised him for discovering how banana's worked. Honestly the vampire hadn't expected praise, but he took it all the same, it was a nice change from what he was used to. He also found that he rather liked seeing Henry get so excited about things, he couldn't see the man's face because of that mask, but it seemed like he could still see him light up with excitement. Zero smiled at Henry. At least until Henry asked if he wanted to try some of that fruit. Zero's expression fell and he took a step back as if the fruit might bite him.
"I can't." The results wouldn't be good. He wanted to, he desperately wanted to, but he knew he shouldn't. Henry was off again anyway, distracted by the werewolf eating an apple. Zero snarled at the werewolf when Henry grabbed the man by the face and inspected him, the vampire even glared. Watching the wolf carefully while Henry manhandled him, and then that masked man was distracted by yet another thing. Zero watched him closely, amused, but Zero was excited too. He knew what these kinds of things could mean to the wastelanders, what kind of good this stuff could do in their hands. A shudder raced down his spine.
He also knew that whoever controlled the things inside the dome, would have all the power. His sire was probably scheming to take over, to take control of everything. Zero rubbed the side of his neck again, it was becoming a nervous habit, he found himself doing it whenever he thought of his sire. Always rubbing the place where that man had ripped him open, in an attempt to bleed him dry. "All these things, and this is just one tiny section of one large building. But all these things, they can make or break the world." He had stepped closer to Henry, looking at the computer he had pulled apart.
The vampire had no idea what he was looking at, but it fascinated him all the same. "The dome is broken, the monsters are going to fight for supremacy, and whoever can control the things inside the dome, they'll control everything. Won't they? At best the humans that dwell here will be enslaved. At worst, all slaughtered. I'm not wrong, am I?" Zero didn't particularly need confirmation, but he did actually want Henry to tell him that he was completely wrong. He looked off in the direction Annabelle had gone, her blood still called to him, he still wanted it, but strangely it felt somewhat different. "We shouldn't let her go off alone, and I can't go alone with her, because I'll eat her." Zero grimaced.
Looking away, his gaze settled on the werewolf, and oddly enough, he didn't have a desire to kill the creature. Of course he still didn't like it, or trust it, but there was no murderous intent.
"I can't." The results wouldn't be good. He wanted to, he desperately wanted to, but he knew he shouldn't. Henry was off again anyway, distracted by the werewolf eating an apple. Zero snarled at the werewolf when Henry grabbed the man by the face and inspected him, the vampire even glared. Watching the wolf carefully while Henry manhandled him, and then that masked man was distracted by yet another thing. Zero watched him closely, amused, but Zero was excited too. He knew what these kinds of things could mean to the wastelanders, what kind of good this stuff could do in their hands. A shudder raced down his spine.
He also knew that whoever controlled the things inside the dome, would have all the power. His sire was probably scheming to take over, to take control of everything. Zero rubbed the side of his neck again, it was becoming a nervous habit, he found himself doing it whenever he thought of his sire. Always rubbing the place where that man had ripped him open, in an attempt to bleed him dry. "All these things, and this is just one tiny section of one large building. But all these things, they can make or break the world." He had stepped closer to Henry, looking at the computer he had pulled apart.
The vampire had no idea what he was looking at, but it fascinated him all the same. "The dome is broken, the monsters are going to fight for supremacy, and whoever can control the things inside the dome, they'll control everything. Won't they? At best the humans that dwell here will be enslaved. At worst, all slaughtered. I'm not wrong, am I?" Zero didn't particularly need confirmation, but he did actually want Henry to tell him that he was completely wrong. He looked off in the direction Annabelle had gone, her blood still called to him, he still wanted it, but strangely it felt somewhat different. "We shouldn't let her go off alone, and I can't go alone with her, because I'll eat her." Zero grimaced.
Looking away, his gaze settled on the werewolf, and oddly enough, he didn't have a desire to kill the creature. Of course he still didn't like it, or trust it, but there was no murderous intent.