Dystopian Future

Ezra nodded and prepared three cups, and soon sat down in the chair opposite to Zemin and handed it over. Ezra didn't know what to answer Zemin tho. He could see that there was a good thing when it came to know how you mate felt, he could see why people found it handy, maybe it was cheating in a way, but better than not knowing. However he didn't feel to comfortable with it, he preferred that people didn't know he felt most of the time, and hearing that Zemin could tell without needing to do anything was, hm maybe not scary, just annoying. He didn't know, he just hopped that it wouldn't last forever, preferring to be able to hide what he felt.
"That's....good" he finally answered, feeling it would be considered rude not to answer. He could tell that Rivik knew how he felt about it, but the fox kept quiet as he placed himself in the Shaman's lap and Ezra handed him the cup and the spirit held it with magic.

Exra let his eyes wonder towards the picture of the vampire, studying him.
"He looks awful, just as the rest of his shitty people" Rivik said in a disgusted voice and Ezra patted the fox.
"It's because you can tell what he is, and see his true nature" he commented as he looked at the vampire. His looks was what people dreamt of, without a doubt, but Ezra couldn't say he was, maybe because he wasn't interested in people that way, maybe because he knew that he was a vampire and was after him, or maybe he just wasn't his type. Ezra couldn't say he even had a type, but he knew it wouldn't be vampire, not even as friends.
"He looks boring, and like way to much trouble and shit to handel" was all he could answer, in a honest way. The man's look didn't do anything for him, not that anyone else looks did either, but the man really looked boring in his opinion.
"He sounds like a fun at parties" Rivik snorted and Ezra smiled. The vampire wasn't much different from how other leaders ruled, he was more powerful due to his race, but he seemed to think exactly like everyone else.
"Let's just hope he doesn't find us before that happens" Ezra sipped from his tea, still not worried. "So when he does visit the other places, how many people do he takes with him? How does he travel? How well guarded are the other places?"
He felt like he needed to start somewhere, and knowing some basic information was always good.

When a steaming cup of tea was placed in front of Zemin, he looked up towards Ezra and smiled. It was a rather cute smile, heartwarming and absolutely adorable. People rarely told him no after he’d shown them that sweet expression that was full of expectations and hope. Anyone who would resist something as pure as that was just very strong willed. Alec definitely didn’t fit into that category and neither did Xue. They were both younger than the oldest Wang brother, however that didn’t seem to play that big of a role. Maybe because they didn’t look younger, were taller and looked way more mature.
The wolf pouted when Rivik's words cut through, abruptly ending all thoughts about that mesmerising smile of his. It was only a teeny tiny bit too self confident of him to think in those lines, but many people actually considered it to be the truth!
“You can’t say he looks awful, Rivik”, Zemin protested and shook his head with a roll of the large eyes. “Even you know that’s not true..all vampires are designed to look appealing, wether any of us likes it or not. Even the women are hot, and that’s really something when you start considering the fact that I’m as gay as they come”, he snorted and straightened his back while bringing the cup towards his lips.
The hot liquid burned the brittle skin, making it tingle and string for a couple of moments. Then the burning calmed itself and the werewolf carefully placed it back onto the desk. He observed the documents he’d laid out before Ezra, trying to remember every single detail concerning them.

”He usually keeps a few people around, and that’s probably not even necessary as he’s strong, extremely strong..and fast and agile. I don’t really tend to worry before taking down a target, not even if it’s a vampire, but this one's different”, Zemin mumbled and pulled the black eyebrows together. “It’s going to be tough and difficult, especially if he ends up finding us first. I’m nothing compared to him in strength, not even a percent. Hopefully he’ll respond better to magic than physical strength”, he continued quietly and brought another file forward. “During the last year he came to visit my unit three times, but that’s only due to his interest in my stupid werewolf bloodline. He only visited the other three units once during that entire year. But I do have some information that states that there’s a bar he frequently visits.” Zemin raised the brown eyes and looked from the shaman to the spirit, unsure of where he should look. It was very confusing how one could see the world through another beings eyes. Very strange.
“Here, in an alley next to the main shopping street with all the expensive brands”, he stated and placed his finger onto the map that currently placed at the front. ”I believe that’s our best shot.”

"He do looks awful" Rivik glared at Zemin, forcing Ezra to do the same and the shaman sighed.
"Spirits can see peoples souls, differently depending on spirit, the race of the creature and how pure it is. Vampire rarely have pure souls, making Rivik see them, making him think they are ugly, no matter their looks" Ezra explained before Rivik started an argument about something that shouldn't exist. But the fox liked to do that, argue with people just because, and often without giving them all of the information. Ezra didn't felt up to it at the moment, feeling that they had more important things.
"Seeing someone as beautiful has nothing to do with your sexuality. Even someone who is gay can find the other gender attractive, just not in a sexual way" Ezra gave him a look, feeling like it was such a strange comparison, like your sexuality would be a measure of beauty. He never felt attracted to anyone, hating every living people, he could see why people saw others as beautiful. And to him it didn't came down to gender, but maybe he was the wrong person to even say something, seeing that he couldn't remember ever thinking of anyone as beautiful.

"That sounds assuring" Rivik glared at the wolf once more before he sighed, he was worried about Ezra more than what the man could do, and the shaman patted the fox, calming him down. He wasn't worried, and he didn't want the fox to be either, knowing whatever happened would happen, but worrying about it wouldn't help. "I can't say how he will respond to my magic, I am neither a wizard or a witch, not having as strong magic as they have. My magic is different from theirs, and in some levels I am not as limited as they are, bounded to types of magic, but since I can use it more freely, it's also weaker."
Ezra wasn't even sure his magic would affect the vampire in anyway. He could call for more spirits, he could manipulate the area around the vampire, drawing power from the spirit world, but it required a lot of energy, and he couldn't do it for long. He wasn't even sure if he could be to any real help here.
"We will help you in anyway we can" Rivik stated and Ezra patted the fox once more, knowing they would, but they could as most attack him in their animal form, true they were stronger than their kind normally was, but they didn't had unlimited strength and they could still be hurt. However Ezra knew he needed them to even stand a chance. Ezra looked at the map when Rivik did and he knew the area. The street was often filled with people, and he doubted anyone would get in the way, and he didn't care if they were killed, only problem would be if the guards started meddling, but it would be impossible to hinder them from doing so, if it came to that.
"How often does he visit? And is their people in there that would aid him if something happens?"

”Many things can be beautiful, but gay men are rarely attracted sexually to women..I probably put it all wrong”, Zemin hurried to explain before falling quiet again. So Rivik could see people’s souls? Was that why he didn’t like the oldest of the werewolf brothers? Because the wolf’s soul was everything but pure by all standards. Sure, he hadn’t committed any despicable acts entirely by his own accord, but he’d still done it in the end. He’d mostly killed people, however nothing more. First he’d tacked them, found them and lastly gotten rid of them. That was how it always went down, without any flaws in the system. When it was done he usually made sure someone from his crew would take the body and burn it. After a couple of hours all that was left was a pile of ashes - something that was easy to spread and dispose of. Could that be the reason to why the fox spirit really seemed to hate him though? Was that it? Zemin pulled his eyebrows together while the sharp teeth started gnawing at his lower lip. The theory actually made some sort of sense to him, even though he couldn’t fully explain why. Anyways, it was probably best to leave it at that and come back to it later. They had things to do, documents to read through and files to dissect.

The brown eyes eventually looked up towards the other two beings, round and cute as always. No, it didn’t sound assuring at all actually, but he didn’t want to plant any false hopes. It was important that all of them understood what they were throwing themselves into, both for himself, Ezra and the spirits.
“I didn’t say it to give you guys any false hopes. I’m merely telling you the truth and if you don’t like it then..then you can just get lost”, Zemin snapped and glared towards the fox. He was obviously loosing his fragile temper again, or rather; he would loose it sooner or later due to the spirits stupid whining. How had it even turned that way? That unbalanced and weak? It’d never been that way before so it just had to be because of the shaman. There was no other reasonable explanation.
“Any level of magic can be useful, since there’re so many of us”, he mumbled and stared at the map, trying to calm his rushing heart which kept skipping beats every so often. “He won’t be able to withstand all of us, I’m sure of it. Nobody could ever manage to, it just isn’t possible. Not even for powerful vampires.” He smiled briefly towards the other two before returning to biting his lower lip. It was, least to say, addicting in the worst way possible.
“To be honest I’m not sure..sometimes it’s once a week and then there’s times when he visits every other day. Of course there are also periods when he doesn’t leave his complex for many weeks, maybe even months. Or no, he does leave, but not to go to the bar..the pits have tournaments a couple of weeks every year and I guess most influential people are interested for some reason..even though I can’t understand why you’d want to see animals fight until their death. It’s disgusting”,
Zemin whispered and lowered his gaze, allowing the teeth to penetrate the skin. Extremely disgusting and everything but human.

Ezra turned towards Zemin, understanding how he felt about Rivik's comment.
"Actually, I prefer that you are honest. It's better than you lied, bragged about being able to handle the vampire, getting us both killed" he gave Zemin a smile before he turned towards Rivik, making him face himself. "And I asked you to be polite, so can you for once be that. I need Zemin's help, and he has offer, so fucking behave for once. You would do even less damage against the vampire than he will"
He felt how Rivik got surprised by his words, taking Zemin's side. He rarely disagreed with the spirit, at least not when it came to people, and it wasn't always he thought what Rivik said about Zemin was wrong, but in this case he thought that. Zemin had made no promises of taking care of the vampire alone, and Rivik shouldn't be rude towards him. He understood that Rivik was worried about him, and did it out of care, but if he was rude against Zemin when it came to this, well the wolf didn't need to help him, and he told them to get lost, but he could as easily leave them. He could tell that Rivik thought about his words before he stood up and left the room, maybe it was for the best. Maybe it was better to not have Rivik there if he was going to argue with Zemin about everything, even if Ezra had preferred if he stayed. Not only because he could see, no he had hoped that the fox would be able to help them in someway. He was after all very old and knew things they didn't know, but he didn't order him to stop, he only ended the contact and let Rivik be for the moment.
"I apologise for this" he told Zemin now only seeing darkness. "Do you mind explaining things to me I can't read, or do you wish for me to call for another spirit?"

"I am not a really a fighter, for obvious reasons" he smiled, if he attacked he did it from the shadows, or let one of the spirits do the job "But I will aid you in anyway I can, and let's hope we can bring him down together"
He took a sip from his tea, wondering how much a vampire could withstand. He had never fought anyone, only read that they were extremely strong, but without something to compare to, it didn't revealed much.
"Because they get pleasure in seeing animal and people suffer. It give them a since of power, knowing that the creature are at their mercy, knowing that if you wish to end it you can. Knowing that the creature capture will either try to fight their way towards freedom, or do whatever you ask for to live another day. People like to know that" he stated coldly, knowing it all to well. He hadn't had a chance to fight his way to freedom, or give up and die. No he could do nothing, at some point he didn't even try, not until he got his powers, but even with those it took years before he did something and broke free.
"Let's just hope we can find him before he goes to the pits" Ezra only said as he continued drinking his tea.

Just the plain sight of Rivik leaving the room, not even considering the possibility to argue with Ezra, made Zemin baffled. He looked after the spirit with his mouth slightly open until he disappeared around a corner, vanishing out of sight. Only then did the wolf turn back towards the shaman, frowning because of his undeniable confused state. Had the fox ever done that before? No, no he hadn’t, at least not in that way without making a fuss. It seemed so odd that it took quite a long time for the man to return to his senses, completely thrown off of his track when he finally did so.
“D-don’t apologise”, Zemin protested and shook his head to the point where the light brown hair stood out almost completely from his skull. “And If you don’t mind I can read and explain everything to you..because I know at least I don’t mind doing so”, he continued and went back to flipping through the files. Why hadn’t Rivik argued with Ezra and why on earth had Ezra ended up taking the wolf’s side? Everything just seemed so darn strange, almost to the point where he couldn’t go back to work. But then the other man started talking about the vampires and the pits, how they liked knowing that there were so many other creatures that were simply below them. That ended up bringing Zemin back to his actual senses, where concentration and organising was a part of him and not only that confused shell of a man. Hearing the shaman speak of all of those horrible thoughts and reasons behind it all, made the younger one shiver. It started far down his back and traveled up towards the slim neck, covering the rest of his body completely. Suddenly everything felt so cold, distant and horrid. All of it just because of a simple line of thinking, a path of destruction powerful sadists enjoyed to travel down.

“Even if we find him before he returns to the pits, it won’t stop it all”, Zemin pointed out, clenching his fists with an uneasy facial expression riddled with pain stroking across his otherwise handsome face. “It won’t stop until we manage to kill every single person who thinks in those lines, who’d even consider to put another being in that position.” He let out the breath that he’d held in, allowing it to escape and go back out into the despicable world they lived in. Disgusting, not just despicable, but also disgusting, dark and evil. Every single corner of the streets were hiding places to some form of destruction. Wether it was rouge vampires, ghouls, demons or something else, it just didn’t matter as long as they existed at all.
“Even if you’re not a fighter I strongly believe you’ll be able to help me out a lot”, Zemin assured Ezra and stared slapping himself across the puffy cheeks, trying to calm himself down. “I mean, I’ve already gotten myself an idea of how skilled you actually are, so I’m not even doubting it and you should do the same!” A bright smile covered the plump lips and the brown eyes lit up, even though the shaman wasn’t able to actually see him. They had to stay positive, that was the big key to success.

Ezra didn't need to be able to Zemin to know that he was surprised, but his voice helped tho.
"Don't ever be surprised by anything Rivik does. He has his reasons for what he does, but also because he will use it against you, either by taunting you, or messing with you" Ezra gave Zemin a friendly advice, knowing the fox all to well. Sometimes it was a wonder that they had became friends, but maybe because both him and Rivik had been through things, were different from others, or maybe they were just as messed up. Two broken, messed up souls finding each other and becoming friends, it sounded most likely.
"And I has nothing against the idea of you reading it for me, just needed to make sure, thinking not everyone would like it. It's not always the easiest to have someone blind around you" he only said. Even if he didn't spend time with anyone else, he knew how other blind people had it, and if he had a good day he even helped them with smaller things. He was lucky to have the spirits, because without them, well he would most likely not be able to do anything. He didn't had any education, no family and friends, and when he was young no money, so he would most likely be living on the street or be dead. Even if he rarely said it to the spirits, he was really grateful to have them.

"It's true that it won't stop just because one person disappear, but you has to start somewhere, don't you? And with him gone, well someones life is going to be better, and that is going to mean the world for that person" he simply saying. He hadn't been able to stop the humans from doing what they did to him towards others, but by killing the ones he did, someones life got easier, knowing those persons would never touch them again. They could of course be replaced by others, but those could be kinder, or if the money was lacking, none existing.
"Zemin are you alright? You sound...hm how should I put this, different? Like you are tense or so?" Ezra asked, he couldn't see the other man, but without sight the other senses got stronger. He could of course be wrong, but he needed to ask. "And don't worry, I don't doubt my own powers, knowing what I can do. I doubt how well they will effect the vampire because of their strength and how well I will be able to do something that gives you a chance because of it"
He was aware that he was powerful, but if the vampire didn't get to effected by his magic, well then he couldn't do much to help Zemin.
"Well if that's the case, I should at least be able to protect you so you won't die" he added, knowing that he would be able to do that, and in worse case he may need to take Zemin to the spirit world, hoping the man would survive that.

“I can't exactly hinder myself from being surprised since I can’t, not even for my life, understand Rivik. Not a single, small bit of him..he’s like the perfect mystery according to me”, Zemin explained with a laugh and started fiddling with the teacup, pushing it back and forth before bringing it towards his lips once again. He took a careful sip of the hot liquid, as to not burn his tongue. His poor body had already been through enough shot by then and it was definitely in need of a good amount of rest. Hopefully he’d manage to recover fully before they went forward with their plan. Otherwise they’d be in deep shit, since Ezra couldn’t take the vampire down all by himself. And of course that went for both parts, as Zemin himself couldn’t succeed in his plan without the shaman. They needed each other for this and there was no doubt about it.
“Sometimes it almost feels as if you’re not blind, but I guess that’s because of the spirits. I mean I’m not changing the way I act because you can’t see..probably because I’m somewhat stupid and lowkey dumb”, the wolf mumbled and rolled his eyes. For the most part he was neither of those things, however sometimes that seemed to change. Maybe it was because of all the primal stuff mixing with the human aspects? He actually didn’t know to the full extent why his behaviour changed and turned so much. Xue’s didn’t, because he always managed to act as he always did. Better self control? No, Zemin doubted that as the younger brother had a tendency to snap from time to time. Well, it was all a mystery obviously. In time he might reach a full answer, but until then it was probably better to leave it alone.

Once again, Zemin found himself fiddling with the cup. He just couldn’t seem to hinder himself for the moment being.
“Sure, I'm fine”, the werewolf muttered and frowned even further, making him look like an angry kid. “Or you know what? I’m not, I just can’t stand the thought of people that just wants other beings to suffer. It’s so goddam disgusting and wrong, so deeply wrong”, he exclaimed and started scraping at the table. “And it just got even worse because..because that’s where we’ll have our best shot at getting to him. You have to buy me and then he’ll try to make an exchange, that’s how we’ll get him away from his guards. It’s the black market, the best place to make great deals..” Zemin smiled a bitter smile, filled to the brim with disgust and uncomfortableness. In the beginning it hadn’t fully occurred to him, but as they’d started speaking about it, he finally understood. It had sparked a sparkle inside of the man, whom had finally realised what they had to do. He didn’t like it, but it was their best shot after all.
“Do you understand what I’m getting at?” Zemin mumbled and leaned closer to Ezra.

Ezra smiled, he wasn't sure if he had ever seen Rivik as a mystery, he saw him as annoying in the beginning, but that went away as he got to know him. But he guessed the spirit wasn't a mystery to him because they had some sort of connection even before they became friends.
"Maybe, but just don't try to figure him out, he will hate you even more. Can't say that he will ever like you, but with time he will accept you at least" he knew that Rivik had started to accept that the man was in there, he didn't like it but he accepted it. He wouldn't point it out, because he knew the spirit would work against it, being even ruder towards Zemin. Ezra almost smiled, sometimes Rivik was so childish, even worse than Jax's.
"Well since I can seen through the spirits, I don't act blind. But trust me put me in a place I have never been without the spirits and I would be a total mess, more than other people who were blind. Others often learn ways to function in life, like using sound system and other things, I have none of those things, therefor I am lost without the spirits" he had been better in the beginning without the spirits, but as soon as he got those he stopped learning how to work without them. He didn't know if it was for the better or worse, he was lost without them, but he could see, and function like everyone else, more or less. "And I actually prefer that you aren't changing your ways, not only because I am not blind all the time, but also because I need more help when I don't see, but I don't need anyone to babysit me, treat me like I can't handle anything, which many does. My neighbors often think I will fall down the stairs, like I can't fucking walk because I can't see" he sighed, wondering if people thought you lost the ability to do anything when you became blind.

Ezra felt how Zemin leaned closer and he turned towards the sound of the man's voice.
"Yes, you are an idiot" he said bluntly "How on earth do you think that plan will work? He wants' both of us to start with, and if we just walk in there, what say that we will ever get out. Why would he even wish to bargain with me, if he can just capture us both? And what am I suppose to do than? If he takes you, I can't help you if needed, and the risk of of you dying, well let's not even think of that. What on earth would I even tell your brother? Sorry the vampire took him to the pits, so you will not be seeing him again. Or it would result in him going there as well, trying to save you, making me the reason both of you dies, not to keen on that."
He saw way to many risks with that plan, risks he wasn't happy with, mostly for Zemin's sake than his own. He didn't wish to see the man ending up in the pits, not one bit, because if he wished for that, he could have taken him the first time he met him and sold him. He turned away from the man, continue drinking his tea, as he tried not to be angry at Zemin for even suggesting something like that.

Okay, even someone as dumb as Zemin understood that his plan had way too many flaws. He suddenly felt extremely stupid for even proposing such a stupid, rotten idea. It’d only end up with both of them being caught. But to his big defence, there were still parts of it that could work out. All they had to do was switch out the people, or rather positions. Because the vampire was in fact looking for the shaman, however he didn’t have anything to do with either Alec or Xue. The wolf didn’t really want to bring any of them into this huge mess, but right then and there it seemed like their best option.
“Okay, okay, I understand that that plan is completely useless”, he admitted and raised his hands in front of him. “Or well, not completely useless”, he quickly continued thereafter and shook his head. “Because we have to get him into a corner and get rid of all people around him..and that’s the best way to do it, we’ll just have to switch positions.” The dark brown eyes lowered themselves towards the cup that was still half filled with tea. He couldn’t quite place the taste of the warm liquid and it almost ended up annoying his tastebuds. Because he knew the taste - he recognised it so extremely well. Damn, it was irritating. At the same time he couldn’t ask the other man about any of the ingredients. No, even Zemin understood that was a big no no.

A small smile wiggled itself across the plump lips and the young man rested his head between his hands, silently observing the shaman. For some reason those words made him happy, pleased and everything in between. Did it actually mean that the other man cared about him? At least to some extent?
“Do you actually care about me and Xue?” Zemin wondered and smirked, unable to obtain his stupid emotions. “I thought you only cared about yourself and your spirits..but I guess I was wrong. You’re angry at me because I proposed something that’d end up getting me into a whole lot of trouble? Doesn’t that mean that you care? It does, doesn’t it? It’s nice to know that, you know”, he thereafter mumbled. “Well, I think it’s nice at least and I don’t even know if it makes any difference, but I care about you. Both me and Xue do and I bet Alec’ll come around eventually.” While he spoke those small words, he begged to god that Ezra didn’t mind them, that he might actually find some sort of comfort in knowing there were people that cared about him.