A Fued

Eleazar a God who even controlled his future and now even his past was falling apart.

He moved down to the prison built in the castle's basement to see Joseph.

"I can't sleep, I feel like my arm is bitting," said Eleazar, knocking on his cell, as he was standing facing his back.

"Did I forget to tell you," continued Joseph turning to  him. 

"What?" asked Eleazar.

"Every time you shed the blood, the bond will reach its extremes. You'll be united like never before, isn't it funny," he said, laughing.

"I should've just killed you," Eleazar said, crushing his teeth.

"It's not late for that," Joseph replied, meeting his gaze.

"Very soon just after Winter," he said, moving out of the basement furating.

******

Another bandage was wrapped around her arm, she was studying on a bench in the ground, as Daniel was busy practicing for his next finale with his team.

Eleazar left his seat taking his bag with him, to finally approach them.

"You look fine," Eleazar said, approaching Daniel who was standing on the border of the field.

"You should worry about Brain, I think you haven't contacted him, yet," Daniel replied, meeting his gaze.

"Brain?" Eleazar narrowed his gaze.

"I could have killed you, but you're linked with her so the puppet would be enough for yesterday's backstabbing, it'll take him two days to die, he'll be back soon," Daniel said, meeting his gaze.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Eleazar, crushing his teeth.

"God of Dark arts," replied Daniel, meeting his gaze.

"You stay away from her, and I'll stay silent," Offered Daniel a deal.

"No she's mine, you stay away and I'll let you live," replied Eleazar, raising his eyebrows.

"Then you can try your best to change her heart," said Daniel, leaving to join his team back.

"I should've just let him meet his final death," Eleazar thought, exhaling heavily.

"Find Brain?" Eleazar texted Brain's brother Henry before leaving for Winter.

"Mr. Smith told us to do the history project together, if you don't want to do this with me, I'll submit yours too," he said, shifting after Winter's bench.

"I'll do it myself," she replied.

"It's a group project and tomorrow is the deadline," he replied, directly meeting her eyes.

"Why're telling me now?" She asked, shutting her book.

"Don't you think. You shouldn't talk to me like that," he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"If you want to graduate this year, I think you should start working on this now," he replied, with a straight lipped smile before leaving.

"I don't want to involve myself in physical violence with hashtag whatever you're,"

"God of Death," Eleazar said, cutting her off.

"God," she repeated, exhaling heavily.

"What are we doing?" she asked, as they both moved to his black SUV.

"This is your town and you're asking me," he said, as he opened the window of his car.

"I thought it's a team project, How about your house or that cathedral both are historic?" She replied, sitting on the passenger seat.

"Your taste is boring," he commented, with a chuckle as he pressed the accelerator.

"The cathedral, someone burnt it before my eyes, a priest did something punishable, he tried to kill a god, so they killed him and burnt the whole cathedral down with him," he replied.

"Yes scary," she continued with a sigh.

"It was 1720."

"It was 31 December 1719," he replied, turning his gaze at her.

"You're trying hard to pretend you were there," She said, meeting his gaze.

"I was there," he replied, as he tapped slowly with his finger on the car's steering wheel and got busy with roads again.

"You were there no way, how old are you?" she asked, with her eyes wide open.

"Two thousand year nearly," he replied, as they applied the break because of the red light.

"Do I look this stupid to you?" She said, with a scoff.

"Two thousand year," she mouths, with a smirk.

"Do you think I'm lying, why would I?" he asked, raising his one brow in an arch.

"Just say something understandable I can bet you're not even a vampire," she practically screeched at him.

"They'll prove it to you," he replied, with a scoff looking at her.

"And if you couldn't just get the hell of the school, and if you did I'll do what you'll say, bet?" she asked, in a breath.

"Aren't you scared of me?" he asked.

"Why would I, you're a god not a vampire," she replied, pouting.

"Yes, I'm!" he thought with a scoff.

"Okay I'm in," he continued.

"The origin of this town, we can work on this."

"That's too old, the first house was built in 1300 AC or something,"

"It was 1100 AC," said he, cutting her off.

"Don't tell me you were there too," she said.

"No I won't, because I built the house," he continued.

"Want to go there?" he never thought in all these days he would go to a place, he burnt himself down.

"Okay," she replied, shrugging her shoulders.