Heartbreak

Wang's Pov.

I lay in bed thinking about what Liu said about green-eyes not being human. I agree with him, but he seems oblivious to the supernatural world. Maybe his mother's necklace, which he mentioned, could be the key to unlocking the mystery. It was important to me that I find out the truth and see if this necklace would help me get a better understanding of the situation.

When it was 10 p.m., I freshened up and headed downstairs. I noticed that Wen was always surrounded by people, but I didn't perceive any demons. I didn't trust him, so I bought my own blood and made my own food. I knew I had to be careful and not let my guard down.

Jia dished a plate for herself and asked, "Wang, care for food?" I replied quietly, "A little, please," not wanting to offend her. I knew everyone had heard about what happened earlier, and Jia wouldn't push herself on me anymore.

After finishing our meal, we all headed out to the club. The atmosphere was noticeably different from the other nights we had spent here. The music was loud, the lights were bright, and there was excitement in the air. I ordered my usual cocktail and remained vigilant, not letting my guard down for a moment. I held onto my cup tightly and kept my eyes on the server, making sure nothing suspicious was happening.

An hour had passed since I arrived at the club, and I was enjoying my drink, minding my own business. Suddenly, someone slipped a note into my hand, interrupting my peaceful moment. At first, I wasn't interested in the note, but out of curiosity, I decided to open it. To my surprise, the note was written in green-eyes handwriting. It read, "Can we talk outside?"

I couldn't believe my eyes. I felt a sense of urgency, and I quickly gulped down my drink in one go and rushed outside.

The cold air hit my face as I stepped outside, and I looked left and right, but I didn't see anyone that looked like him. I waited for a few minutes, but no one showed up. I started to wonder if I had imagined the whole thing.

I was about to turn around and go back inside when I felt someone hug me from behind. Startled, I turned around to find a stranger standing in front of me with a soft smile on his face.

I quickly pushed him away, not wanting green-eyes to get the wrong idea about me if he saw us. The encounter with my wolf scared him enough, and I didn't want him to think I couldn't be trusted. I wanted to show him that I was trustworthy and never intended to hurt him. As I stepped back, I could see confusion in his eyes.

With a deep breath, I turned and walked away. But before I could take two steps, he pulled me back and kissed me.

His appearance and smell disgusted me. He had blue eyes that seemed lifeless, pale, ruddy skin that looked sickly, and black, greasy hair that was unkempt. The smell of fresh tobacco emanating from him was overpowering and made me feel nauseous. I couldn't stand him.

I sneered, and my vampire face showed, scaring him. His eyes widened, and he stepped back, looking at me with fear. He looked like he wanted to run away, but he was rooted to the spot.

I felt a pang of guilt as I thought about how scared he must have been. He stutters and shakes, his voice trembling, as he tries to explain himself but says nothing.

"It's Zhan," he finally says.

"I don't care who you are; just stay away from me!" I hissed, my voice low and menacing. He stepped back in fear, his hands shaking and his eyes pale. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me.

Tears rolled down his cheeks. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He seemed to be struggling through a tough time. However, I couldn't let my green-eyes suffer because of a halfling. It wasn't fair to me or to my green-eyes.

"I'm sorry I scared you," I said, "but I don't want my boyfriend to see us together and get the wrong idea."

I could swear my words hurt him. He looked heartbroken, but I had to be firm. I had never dated a halfling before, and I didn't want to give my boyfriend the wrong idea. I know it wasn't fair to him, but I had to protect my own feelings and our relationship.

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "What is a halfling like you doing here? Don't you know what they do to your kind?"

The halfling looked up at me, startled. I regretted talking, but I couldn't take them back now. "Why don't you leave the city?" I continued. "I could give you some money."

The halfling looked at me skeptically, but I could see desperation and hurt in his eyes. He seemed hesitant to trust me, perhaps because of past experiences with outsiders. I could sense his wariness.

I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. How could I judge someone for their race? "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that I've heard stories about the mistreatment of halflings in this city."

He looked at me for what felt like an eternity before he ran inside, tears streaming down his face. I felt a surge of empathy wash over me, and I wished I could take back my words. I knew that I had hurt him deeply, and I wished I had been more sensitive.

It's obvious he's a hybrid halfling since he's taller than a pure halfling. I wonder what he is doing in Uscana.

I waited for another hour outside in the cold, but green-eyes didn't come. My heart sank as I realized he might not come at all. I started to feel scared, wondering if he had seen what had happened between me and the halfling earlier. I knew it was a mistake to let him kiss me, but at that moment, I couldn't help it. Now, I fear the consequences of my actions. The wind was biting, and I could feel my fingers and toes getting numb. I decided to head home and forget about the whole situation. However, fear and regret lingered in my mind, haunting me throughout the night.