Foxx glared. “Answer the question.”
“Friends wise, after re-evaluating my ‘relationships’, there are some that I could stay with, but they are not close enough. As for family… I have no family.”
Foxx frowned at that. What could he ask that wouldn’t be too invasive? All the questions sounded pretty awful in his head. “I know how that is. My family is made. Though, truth be told, when I was still human, I wasn’t too fond of my blood relatives anyway. Though they are the ones who abandoned me first.”
Harlow’s gaze flicked to him. “Didn’t get along?”
“I was considered a monstrosity by the church, before I was ever a vampire. Becoming another species just upped their hatred for me.”
“You are gay, right? I’m not imagining that, am I?”
Foxx chuckled. “No. I’m definitely gay.”
“I’m going to guess, that back during whatever time you are claiming you were still human, it probably wasn’t accepted.”
“Not accepted is an understatement. Homosexuality was demonized, not to mention illegal. Hell, even now, I suppose it’s not looked fondly on by certain groups. Some of the same fucking groups as back then. Some things never change, no matter how much time has passed.”
“There are many various churches, with their heads pretty far stuck up their own asses, so I wouldn’t expect them to change any time soon.”
“Well, fuck my original family. I have my made family. That is enough for me,” Foxx said with a small smile.
“Your sire?”
Of course Harlow would assume it was his sire. Most made vampires had sires who usually became like family to them. And logically, since Foxx had once been human, the man assumed that was who he was talking about.
“No. I don’t know who my sire was. It was sort of…” Foxx frowned. “My turning was a deal with a stranger.”
Harlow’s brows rose. “A deal? Aren’t there rules against that? At least against making a new vampire and then letting them run free without training.”
Foxx shrugged. “There are. Though they weren’t as strict back then. I imagine whoever did it could have gotten in trouble, if found out. I do have an older vampire in my life. He's the closest thing I have to a father now. But he is only connected to my best friend sire-wise. Though, he isn’t Alastair’s direct sire, but the sire of his sire. Either way, he is not of the same bloodline as me. But, while he is not my sire by blood, he is by actions.”
“I see.”
“What about you? Did you not get along with your family?” Foxx asked.
Harlow shrugged. “Wouldn’t know. Didn’t have a chance to not get along. The only ‘homes’ I knew growing up were foster care.”
Foxx winced.
At Foxx going pensive, Harlow sighed. “Don’t go getting upset about it. I really don’t care. There was always something wrong up here.” He tapped at his head with his right hand. “So even if I had a family, I doubt I’d be much different than I am now.”
And Harlow really didn’t care. His lack of family had never upset him. It was odd to him how others wanted so many around them. He didn’t understand the urge. Harlow would much rather be left alone to his silence, and violent career choice.
A career he liked—most of the time. Harlow tried to stretch his back out a bit in the seat. There were a few popping noises, but no real relief from the pain. Yeah…right now was not one of those times. He was stiff as fuck, and still achy from the explosion.
“Still…that is rough,” Foxx said softly.
Harlow cleared his throat, feeling awkward. He didn’t do well with these types of emotions. “I sort of have a found family myself… Well, one person. He is…twenty-seven now, I think.” Harlow snorted, thinking of Gavin.
He blinked. Wait…why was he even telling Foxx all this? Had he been tricked? Oh, natural conversations were dangerous. He needed to change the subject away from him. “So, you worship that one Goddess… What's her name?”
Foxx frowned, his freckled nose wrinkling, no doubt confused at the sudden subject change, but he answered anyway. “Nycinthea? Most do, eventually. Even if they worshiped others at first. One can’t help but feel her connection to us. Her care. She is our creator, even if she only had direct intervention in the creation of the first six of us.”
“She is also the reason why religious memorabilia from the various sects of Christianity works against you.”
Foxx crossed his arms with a hmphed. “ThatGod and his disagreements and anger at Nycinthea are his own fault, and can’t be blamed on her. Though the religious hypocrites do like to use it to justify their hatred towards my kind.”
Harlow eyed him and snickered. “Are you pouting?”
