The night of the fallen

The Cure

—Why can't I die? —Elize insisted on the young redhead.

He looks at him in reaction and still doesn't answer any of his questions.

—If I tell you, will you stop bothering me?

"Of course," she said wittily.

—Well, you see Elize, you discover the cure for cancer. That is why you cannot and will not die.

—The cure for cancer?! —she asked incredulously.

—Exactly, the cure for cancer. I mean, I shouldn't tell you this but that's why I'm here, that we are, here with my brothers. We must protect you.

—Do you have brothers?

Sasha nodded.

—We are your guardians, we come from the future and that is why we must worry that you do not do something stupid like the one you were looking to do. You understand?

-No. —she snapped honestly. —That's a lot of information, I didn't even know that I would eventually like nursing, I mean, I can't even watch an episode of Grays Anatomy. How was I supposed to know that I would have a future as promising as the one you say? And guardians? Is it possible to come from the future?

"Look..." the young man approached to look straight into her eyes. "You know I'm not normal." You know it. This isn't Twilight, you can't ask me what I am. Take what I tell you and be happy, because sea as sea, the reality is that your life matters and more than you thought until a few days ago.

"I never tried to commit suicide because I felt like my life didn't matter," she managed to say.

—Why then? —he urged.

—A question like that is answered with another. And I have one for you, where are your brothers?

Sasha rolls her eyes and sighs, but takes Elize by the hand and makes her walk, where she had said, to Elize's surprise, exactly, in a new building that had been built in her neighborhood.

While in the elevator, Elize is reluctant.

—So it was true. You really didn't lie to my father, he lives with your brothers in an apartment in a building near my house. In the end, you're not as bad as I thought.

He apparently ironically without opening his mouth and the elevator suddenly opens, to a direct penthouse, where two more young men appear, apparently, the same age as them.

"There you were," one of them exclaimed. He was blonde, had hair like he wanted to belong to a Heavy Metal band and had a pronounced jaw, unlike the other one, who didn't even say hello and only bothered to continue drinking whatever he was drinking, who had a smaller jaw. pronounced. , blue eyes but white hair. Which made nothing fit, these people could never be sisters, they were totally different people from each other.

—Adopted son? —Elize murmured under her breath to Sasha.

The young blonde laughed. Apparently, he was the one who socialized the most with the rest of his siblings.

—Something like that, really our mother is not blood. You are really very smart, Elize.

"Apparently," she said. Although inwardly he was referring more to his new discovered hobby that he didn't know could be possible.

"I'm Enzo," the young man introduced himself, extending his hand politely, she gave it to him, and sent him the same message as her brother, coldness, darkness, and kept secrets. But Elize couldn't talk about it.

In her days before she started planning things, Elize was in love, with a young man like everyone else, who she had met on a dating app. He told her that he always felt that when they were together, that she had a sad aura around her, and she did not respond, even though she knew why she must have it. One day that ended, but Elize remembered that it was not good to judge people by things as banal as touch.

"He," he said, pointing to the young man who couldn't stop drinking in the background in front of the television while he watched them. "He's Ezra, but he's not as sociable as the others."

"Sasha isn't either," she tried to say.

"Believe me, you don't know Ezra," Sasha defended herself.

Ezra, however, did not mutter a word, he just drank his glass as if his life depended on it.

So Elize tried to be gentle and approach him, even though the drink smelled horrible.

"What are you drinking, Ezra?" -asked.

He just looks at her and responds without preamble.

-Blood.

She laughed and he looked at her with a gesture of incomprehension, incomprehension towards the laughter or the comical nature of her words.

Until he found out, he stared at his brother and Sasha just looked away, so Ezra decided to follow the presentation.

—Tell me, Elize, is your name true?

She nods her head like a girl.

—My brother, has he told you more or less why we are here?

—Actually I'm not as stupid as he thinks. I know it's impossible for you to come from the future.

—From the future? —Ezra inquired as he left his glass in its place and stood up in front of Elize.

She tried not to be intimidated by this act.

—Yes, I mean, to come from the future... to prevent me from doing something and eventually being the cure...

—What do you know about the cure? —Ezra finally asked him.

She tried not to stutter in the presence of the young man.

—Sasha only told me that she would cure cancer and that's why you were here, to make sure she does it.

Ezra laughed loudly while at the same time, his brother Enzo, laughed softly, staring at Sasha. He couldn't stop looking at the ground with his head down.

—Do you think we care about humans, Elize?

—I don't know, maybe humanity...

Ezra cleared his voice.

—Elize, you are indeed a cure. But not the one you believe. You are the cure against vampirism.

—Against vampirism? —she repeated, surprised.

Ezra shook his head with a wry smile.

—Believe it, those things exist.

—So you don't come from the future?

He laughed again.

"From the past, more like," Enzo interrupted.

She sought refuge in the redhead's gaze, but found no help in him.

—We didn't come to protect your doll race, we came to protect ours.

—Does that mean you are vampires?

"We are the fallen of the night," Ezra snapped.