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Chapter 2

When I got home, André was still soundly asleep, so much so that he didn’t stir even as I crawled in bed next to him after having disrobed. I lay there next to him for a few hours, thinking about many things, until he woke, rolling over to drape his arm across my waist, kissing my cheek lazily. I turned to look at him and smiled.

“Sleep well?” He hummed a response with a slight smile.
“What did you get up to last night?”
I sighed. “My night was quite eventful.” I said in a sullen tone.
“I take it you did more than washing and weaving?”
I groaned an affirmation.
“You want to tell me about it?”
“There’s really not too much to tell. There was a scuffle on Division Street. I was alerted when Romulus arrived.”

“Romulus! What was he doing on Division Street? It’s just petty thugs and vagrants.”

“From what it looked like, they were eradicating them. Since humans don’t bother going down that way unless they think they can score drugs, there weren’t many there to start with. The ones who were there either scattered when they saw them begin to fight amongst themselves, or they were quickly finished. Most of the fighting was beast on beast. When Romulus’ group arrived, it became a slaughter.”

“So did you get involved?”
“I had to when the Hunters arrived.”
“Oh, you’re kidding.” André rolled his eyes. I nodded empathetically.

“It was a mess from there. None of them died. They were captured, and I had to save their backsides, but they’re fine. I gave them some StarWater for future use.”

“Sounds like you had a rough night.”
“It would have been worth it to take a crack at Romulus.”

“I’m rather glad you didn’t.” André said, turning back into me and kissing my neck.
“Don’t worry about me love. I’m smart enough to have lasted this long.”
“Still, so is Romulus.”
“I know.”
We said nothing more, but instead made love in the soft light of morning, as we so often did.


During the week days André was a professor at the local university. I no longer worked a mundane job, instead relying on my investments, which after a few centuries were rather impressive.


I had become burned out on humanity. While I still felt a devotion to protecting it, I had spent too much time in it to be able to suffer it for long durations. Especially working any job where some silly, egotistical mortal with a six figure income felt that they had the right to speak to me as a subordinate. I’m generally not overly pretentious about any superiority immortals have due to their position in life, but no one wants to be bossed around by a disrespectful adolescent.
Same feeling.


André, however, was still in love with the freshness of youth. I suppose I could get back into teaching myself, eventually, if it weren’t for my other duties, which were substantial.


This was a weekend, but André always woke up early. He washed and dressed, and I donned clean clothes, then proceeded to make breakfast.

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