❝ You— Wait. Those fries are mine. ❞

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❝ You— Wait. Those fries are mine. ❞
❝ I already told you I don’t remember you. ❞
❝ Why should I remember you? ❞
❝ That’s so inappropriate. ❞
Refuge || Adam & Grace
Adam’s head was throbbing, and the boy he was carrying bounced up and down as he ran. He’d decided to join the war alongside the originals not because he felt any loyalty towards them or their kind, but rather because he was strictly against a pro-vampire regime where wolves would be mistreated and where humans would be nothing but food. That, and after loosing control and hurting Grace, he felt he had nothing else to live for. So what if he died? At least if he went out fighting it would be for a good cause. He would fight so that his brother could continue to live a blissfully ignorant life, and so Grace wouldn’t have to go back to her old life. After what he did, the best thing he could hope for was to die fighting for them. But not with a kid in his arms. He had no idea what the boy had been doing in middle of the fight. An extreme case of wrong time wrong place. He couldn’t be more than five years old, and he was human. Caught in the crossfire.
Adam was struggling to carry him away from the fight. He’d been bitten by some vamp earlier that night, and his right shoulder was bleeding heavily from being shot with a silver bullet. The bullet was still inside, and he was aware of how much blood he was loosing as his running turned into stumbling. The refuge wasn’t too far from there, he could make it. After what he did to Grace he had sworn that he would never go near her again, but he needed to get the kid to safety, and right now he had nowhere else to go. He stumbled up the steps, his vision blurring. The ground seemed to be falling underneath him, but he managed to bang his fist against the door while the other hand still clutched the boy, who’s little hands were wrapped around his neck. “Grace!” He tried to yell but his voice came out weak and hoarse. Come on Grace. Please open the door.
❝ You know I don’t pick sides.❞
❝What?❞
❝I'm updating my facebook status. I'm searching for a teddy bear. Haven't you seen it?❞