Chapter Four // Part Two

I stop talking. Hoping that would be the end of talking for the time being. Damon cleared his throat. I guess not. I roll my eyes and look at my feet, "I received my prophecy from the fates, which I won't tell you by the way. It's none of your business. Ares didn't like the way the prophecy turned out. So he left. My mother didn't like the way it turned out either, especially the ending, but she knew that she couldn't leave me like Ares had. Plus, she was always one for fighting fate. I mean she was supposed to drown in the flooded river way back in the day, but she managed to survive and even become immortal. I like to think she's the one I get my fighting spirit from and not my father. Anyways, as the years go by, I'm continued to be disappointed by my father and his antics. At first he wouldn't visit us at all. It was just my mother and I for at least three years. Then he started to visit again, personally I think it was just because he missed my mom, but I try not to think about it that way. He visited at least three times a week from my seventh birthday to my fourteenth birthday. Then, once again, I didn't see him again. Not until he and your mother met us the other night. My mother and I, after he left the second time, my mother started to train me to be an eternal maiden. After being disappointed by father for so many years, I accepted the maidenhood easily. I think men are stupid creatures, who all continue in the same paths. Then you came along." I pause and look at Damon, he looks at me with a smirk, like I'm about to say that he changed my whole perspective on men, "Don't look at me like that. Just being around for the past couple of days has made me despise men more than I already had. Plus, I realize you're a stupider species than I thought. I was really giving men the benefit of the doubt. Now, you're to blame for me hating men even more."

I stop talking, in order to catch my breath when Damon speaks up, "So," he pauses, "You're not going to tell me that super important prophecy that Pan was talking about?"

I glare at him, "No, like I said it's none of your business."

I turn my head back to the road when I come to a sudden halt. Damon looks at me annoyed, "What is it now?"

I look at him, my eyes closed, as I rub my temples. "We left everything in the destroyed car. Including your weapon and my clothes."

Damon groans as he looks at the car. It was at least a mile and half down the road. I turn around and start walking to the car. Damon isn't far behind me. "So, are you gonna tell me more about you? I seem to be opening up to you alot, considering I have a rule about not opening up to men and letting my guard down around them," I say, "It's your turn to let your guard down."

"See, you have a rule about not getting close to men and opening up to them, I have a rule of not opening up to anyone," he says, not looking at me.

"Here's the thing though, I'm not just anyone. You heard our parents, our fates are intertwined. In fact, my father actually told me to ask about your past. You can't ignore a god can you?" I ask, only teasing a slight bit.

"I'll think about it," he says dryly.

"Fine, if you're not going to put the trust in me that I've put in you," I start, "Despite my better judgement I might add, then you can find another person to travel with for no other reason than to annoy them, since you've no place to go anyways."

I stomp ahead and get to the car a good half mile before him. I start packing my clothes into the suitcase that they were once in, and then pull it out. I also grab my backpack, which has my phone, my phone charger, extra snacks and clothes, and some hygiene products. I slip my two extra knives into each one of my socks. I reached into the magical pocket to make sure my sword was still there. It would go with me wherever I go, I just get a little scared that it might disappear sometimes. I grab my car keys and I'm ready to go. This is just when Damon walks up to the car and grabs his sword out of the back seat.

I start walking away, and I hear him follow me. I turn around and look at him, just a bit frustrated at this point, "Why are you still following me?"

He smirks at me. Gods I hate that smirk, it makes me want to punch him in the face. "Why, darling, would I ever leave your side?" he asks with an over dramatic southern accent.

"Perhaps, because you don't trust me? Also, please refrain from calling me darling or any other pet names that you would want to call me," I say annoyed. "I believe I've told you this once before."

"It's not that I don't trust you, although questionable, and hypocrite much? You don't trust me either so I don't want to hear that coming from you. Like I said though, it's not because I don't trust you. It's because my past is not a lighthearted story. It was incredibly troubling. I went through things that a three year old shouldn't ever have to go through. You thought yours was troubling, imagine it without either one of your parents. At least you had your mom, someone who supports you in everything from what I've heard. Just give me a little time and I'll tell you," he says looking at me.

For a moment, I wanted to tell him my fate, just so I could prove to him that I did have it harder. I quickly realized that it wasn't a competition though. He needed someone to sympathize with him, so I did something that took a lot of strength on my part, I patted his back and said, "You're right, take your time, I'm here to listen when you're ready to tell me."

He stopped walking and looked at me, then moved his head to try and look at where my hand was on his back. His mouth dropped open, as my hand dropped from his shoulder. "Don't look to much into it, I was trying to comfort you," I say annoyed that he was indeed looking too much into it.

He laughs and wraps his arm around my shoulder, "Oh, I don't think so. We're not going to ignore the fact that you touched me and comforted me! You know how--"

He stopped mid-sentence when I swiftly pulled out my knife and put it against his neck, "Get off of me. Stop talking about it. It's not a big deal," I say, coldly.

His hands go up and surrender and he slowly backs away, "Stop talking about what?"

"Exactly," I say, turning back to the road, "Let's find a pay phone so I can get ahold of my mother."