Time Suck [vampire! reader insert]

Chapter 16 [wind wielder]

Owls cigarette has burned away completely, leaving the mole riddled vampire to twirl the rest around his fingers in a lazy manner as he conversed with the faun next to him.

He didn't find out what he was supposed to call her, not because he was too caught up to ask but rather because fauns usually don't have names in the first place. They usually live alone, which was the reason why there were so few of them, a simple lack of desire to reproduce.

Still, the half-goat woman was a surprisingly good talker, properly because she held the same calm energy as Owl so the two of them clicked immediately.

"You know I haven't actually met a vampire before." The faun mused, twirling a chunk of her dark hair in her palm as she looked up at the cast over sky.

"Figures." The albino replied nonchalantly. "Our species are complete opposites."

The woman nodded before adding: "I have heard fauns call you guys 'mentiors' before." She turned her face towards him with a questioning look. "What does that mean? Judging by the disgusted aura they were radiating that word is not a compliment."

Owls nose scrunched up like he smelled something foul, his posture stiffening a little under the gaze of the fauns deep green eyes. "Mentior is a slur used against vampires to scoff at the fact that we were once human. It implies that we have 'stained blood' or that we are pretending to be a creature. That we cheated our way into a world we were not supposed to know about." The male grumbled, trying to take a puff of his cigarette only to click his tongue when he realized he put the crumbled leftover of the last one in his mouth.

"Oh." The faun looked away, scratching the beads of fur staining her cheeks. "Well if this makes you feel better those fauns are most likely dead by now."

The mole riddled vampire crumbled the cigarette in his hand before shoving it into his pocket without care. "And yet those ideas still exist and are still being passed down onto younger creatures." He shrugged his shoulders "I guess you just can't like a vampire."

"Oh please. We are talking right now and you seem like an okay person to me." The woman scoffed.

"That's because I'm not hungry…" Owl murmured but the faun just shook her head.

"Everyone needs to feed. Do you think humans wouldn't start to eat each other if all the animals died and plants rotted?" She crossed her arms over her bare chest.

"They would…but that's not what's happening is it? I still have to feed off of others and they don't have to."

Despite the quite stern ending of Owl's sentence, the two conversed through their entire way deeper into the forests until they arrived at an old narrow path made of large stones. The flora around them has practically consumed the old pathway, with thick drapes of moss covering the rocks it was made of as if it was trying to swallow it deeper into the soil.

As they strolled down the narrow pathway a strong wind nearly knocked both of them over. It was sudden and quick, disappearing as fast as it came and yet powerful enough to shake the trees around the two.

"What on good green earth-" the faun gasped, gripping her puffy head of hair that was pulled along with the breeze.

Owl looked around alarmed. "That was most definitely not natural." He muttered.

The woman nodded and both of them proceeded to run down the hill. The vampire didn't have to restrain his speed with the half-goat person since her animalistic legs were able to keep up with him with ease.

Trees around them swelled and ambushed with numerous gusts of wind that didn't hold power comparable to the prior one but were still enough to make the two creatures uneasy.