"Polly, beautiful Polly, will you be unkind to me? Let me sit beside you and I can tell my heart. I want to be married to you and never be apart. Oh, Polly, beautiful Polly, you will do to me..."
James pushed open the basement door. He didn't know how to interrupt the scene he saw. Zach held Louise in his arms and sang in front of a mirror.
"You broke my heart, oh Polly, let us get married and see all the beauty in the world..."
"Okay." Turning her back to James, Louise lifted Zach's arm around him, "Go up, I'll be fine."
Zach, who failed to sing the last note, did not respond. He looked at James's reflection in the mirror, then hugged Louise before standing up. Whatever expression he had before, now it turned into a smile. "Don't ask me to sing it again in the future, I might sing it completely differently. And don't ask me what song it is, I don't remember it."
Louise shook her raised hand, probably smiling, because the two red lights in the mirror were squeezed and bent slightly.
Zach walked towards James, grabbed him when James was about to speak, turned him 180 degrees, took him out of the basement, closed the door with his backhand and lifted him up the stairs. The smile was gone, and Zach was in a bad mood, "What's the matter with you?"
James tugged at the corner of his mouth, and pushed his arms to get out of Zach's grasp as he went upstairs. His tone was sarcastic, "Isn't it interesting? I don't know how you did it, and I don't want to know! Get it first! I came back before and acted like this, now I am pretending not to know."
"What are you talking about?" Zach glanced at James and already walked up the stairwell. Looking at the suitcase placed by the door, James frowned and said, "You brought your suitcase." He stated. "I hope this gives me a gift." Statement. Of course, this was a joke. Zach knew that James' home could not be inhabited now, and what he saw in front of him made it clear.
"Tsk! I'm not in the mood to continue playing with you!" James frowned, "Now, to answer my question, let's start from Wales..."
James shut up. Because Zach began to look at himself seriously, the vampire's gaze made James uncomfortable, "What are you looking at..."
"You're healed." Zack frowned. He actually stretched out his hand and pressed it on James' chest, "Even the cracks on your ribs..."
"Don't touch me!" James slapped Zach's hand away, "I told you I'm not in the mood to play with you!"
"What are you playing for?" Zach looked at James. Crossed his arms. Poker face.
James was stunned for a moment with his mouth open, and then said, "Tsk! It's funny, it's so funny, now, I'll give up! No matter what bad intentions you have for doing this kind of thing, I give up! Are you satisfied?! Stop playing, I need to know what exactly Wales did yesterday. And." James' head tilted to the side, in the direction of the basement. "What's the matter with Louise? She didn't look well just now."
Zach said nothing. He just stared at James with no expression.
"Don't say anything." The corner of James's mouth twitched and he looked at Zach, "Still silent. Okay, very good. I didn't expect you to be so persistent in your bad taste. It seems that I have never misjudged you. You are a …”
Zach's eyes turned sideways, and along with his body, he walked out of the door as if he was ignoring James, and stood on the back porch, waiting.
The reason why Louise asked Zach to leave the office was not that James was coming, but other visitors who were coming from the west side. It's not quite accurate to say I came here. In fact, I arrived a long time ago. But after arriving at Grande, I was directed to the cemetery on the west side, where I met Mr. and Mrs. Lang who were choosing a cemetery, and then we came back together.
"Hey! I'm talking to you, right in front of you..."
"Quiet James." Zach raised his hand to stop James. "I have no idea what you are talking about." Zach waved his hand impatiently, "The only thing I know well is..." Zach He glanced at James indifferently and said, "You have recovered. The last time I saw you, you were strapped into the ambulance and the medical staff were wrapping a bandage on you."
James blinked, probably stupid.
"Now you are standing in front of me as good as new, asking me for information." Zach looked away, "I feel offended. It seems that besides me, you have other 'friends' to help you." I don't know. On purpose or not, Zach emphasized the word 'friend', "Why don't you bother with this, 'friend' and leave me alone for a while."
After a brief silence, Silly Queen struggled again, "I told you! This isn't fun! Stop playing!"
Zach shrugged, "Still, I have no idea what you're talking about, I'm not playing anything."
Out of nowhere, James trembled, and his speaking speed suddenly increased, "Were you not at my house before? Didn't you secretly put a glass of your blood on the bar? Didn't you hide and continue to watch me and Kou like you did yesterday? Sen’s game? I yelled so many words into the room and you didn’t listen…”
Zach glanced at James again, already thinking about who the person he just called a 'friend' was. Humph, who could it be? There are only a few vampires that James can know, "James." Of course, the truth requires James to jump off the cliff again, and this time, Zach is not going to push James. Mus people.
This is James's own problem, don't expect help from others.
"You see, do you think I have the heart to play any games with you when Louise is in this state? So, all the above questions, no. After yesterday, I have not been to your house, nor have I I sent you blood, not to mention hiding secretly and listening to your shouting. Yesterday, I learned that the case of the remnants of the club had been completely solved and you would no longer be in any danger, so I didn’t bother to care about you. I have my own things to deal with. You think too much of me."
"I, I..." James opened his eyes wide. After a long pause, his face began to turn pig liver red, and he unconsciously covered his stomach with his hands, "I... what did I drink..."
Yes, James should have thought so at the first time, what was he drinking when he was at home!
The answer is simple and not up for debate, vampire blood. Miraculous healing effects. Not the cabbage on the street. The question is, whose.
"Huh." Zach shook his head slightly and responded briefly. Express disdain. Zach, who already knew the truth, naturally wouldn't have any big reaction. He still remained indifferent, "Why is it so important?" He looked James up and down again, "It works very well." Then, he raised his eyebrows in an unexpected way, He raised his tone slightly, as if he had found something he was really interested in. "Is this a Morelin cut? Um—"
Zach curled his lips, already showing an expression of complete appreciation of James' clothing, "He did mention that the tailoring I prefer is too traditional (when making Matthew's dress). This outfit on you looks okay, I thought I’d try one…”
"Zach!" James' face was already red and he was too excited. "What's wrong with you! Is it time to care about tailoring now?" James slapped himself in confusion. "Do you realize what this means?! Someone left a cup of vampire blood in my house!" There is still room for advancement. "'He' is right there! My home!" James began to sweat on his forehead, "I thought it was you, and when I thought I was safe, 'He' was in the same space as me..." Also. Can push further, James' magazine is empty...
"Then he or she or it..." Zach said very comprehensively, "He generously gave you a glass of blood." The corners of Zach's mouth curved slightly, and James said that he thought it was Zach, and then thought he was safe. That means something, doesn't it? But what Zach wants to express is not here. "I thought our relationship was the only one, but it seems that it's not. Well, James, it seems that among the interpersonal relationships that you don't know, our combination is not unique. Huh, is it like you and me? My friend, it’s hard to say.”
Zach deliberately messed with James' thinking.
"You... what do you mean..."
Zach didn't need an answer.
Following Linda and Ozzie Cozier, James's mind began to be confused by the relationships he once had in the West. Do you understand? James knew all the aliens in Barton. Except for Zach, no one would be so kind to James as to give blood. That could only come from a connection to the West, where James was from. Linda and Oz have lived with James for so long while hiding their alien identities. All James can think of now is that there are some acquaintances from his original life who are aliens, or even better, vampires. Even better, it's the Sabbat vampire.
As for why Zach did this, it can be said that he was playing to ruin James' previous interpersonal relationships. The reason is quite simple. First, Zach is not prepared to tell James Georgina the truth directly. Second, James will become Anthony's opponent at some point one day, because no matter how much James resists now, it cannot change the fact that he is a pawn sent by the Western Sabbat.
good results. After taking advantage of James' deep rejection of foreign races, this is the current scene. James' throat twitched and he began to gag. But vampire blood is not normal food, right? You can't spit it out.
Zach ignored it indifferently and gave James some time to express his slightly artificial performance. "You'd better be more energetic. You want to leave a good impression on the guests who are coming next." Zach's eyes were already looking towards On the west side, walk towards the courtyard and prepare to receive it.
"Who is coming..." James shut up, because the car had already driven into Grande's backyard. The elongated body occupied the space of two cars in the backyard. The door was pushed open, and the first one rushed out. Little fat guy, Cody.
Then came the Langs who had just received them, and finally the middle-aged version of Cody, the owner of the top circle in the West End and Port of Marsa, Mr. Fisher.
After giving the signal, Fisher looked at James without smiling. Don't think too much. It was just because the situation was inappropriate. "Detective Lance." Knowing each other, naturally, putting aside the aura of the general's son, today's It's also difficult for the news to keep James' face low-key.
With just a simple gesture, Mr. Fisher turned his eyes away, but maybe with a little doubt. After all, James in the news was injured, but James standing on the back porch of Grande was not to mention injured. It's so glorious, Morilin's formal attire is a 'credit'.
Zach didn't smile, but pointed to the suitcase that James leaned against the door, "The detective needs a place to live for the time being."
Fisher nodded. He didn't expect an explanation, but since Zach took the initiative, he could only say, "I've heard rumors that Mr. Grande and Detective Lance have a good relationship. It seems to be true." of."
That's it. Once James and Grande are put in the same sentence, haha, it will be difficult to separate.
"Please, Zach." Zach nodded slightly, no longer caring about James' unnatural movements, he took the suitcase and went upstairs, probably to grab a room. Zach glanced at the four people who got off the car. Cody, the little guy from the Laura Five, had already turned around and ran towards Benjamin's warehouse. These little guys from the West District were all very familiar with Grande.
Before Mr. Fisher could stop him, Zach continued, "It doesn't matter. He and Laura were very comfortable when they came to Grande, so let them go. But..." Zach looked at the Langs, "I I think Mr. Fisher has already chosen the cemetery for you." Bringing the topic to the point.
Mr. and Mrs. Lang nodded, and Mr. Fisher took over, "Yes, I have asked Lang's permission to help refer to the funeral arrangements. I hope that Glenn... Hey, Zach, don't mind, and stay with me again. How about it."
"Of course I don't mind." Zach nodded and made a gesture of invitation.
Mr. Fisher did not rush to follow, but first held the hands of Mr. and Mrs. Lang, "You have done enough today, leave the rest to me." He said in a very sincere and comforting tone, and then signaled to the driver, "I'll send you back to rest first, and I will leave the detailed arrangements to you later, don't worry."
"Thank you, Mr. Fisher."
"No need." Mr. Fisher said with a sad look on his face, "Lon (the son of Mr. and Mrs. Long who died) is basically Cody's eldest brother. You have also served the Fisher family for most of your life. This is what I should do."
Of course, Zach would not rush him. He would wait for this to end and accompany Fisher to watch the car carrying the Langs leave before heading to the office together.
"Mr. Fisher seems a little worried. Is there anything that's bothering you?" As he went upstairs, Zach relaxed his deliberately solemn face and smiled. Because the people who have to talk about the funeral are no longer the parents involved, the heaviness will naturally be less. As for the reason for speaking like this, Fisher always turned back and looked in the direction of the warehouse, seeming to be very concerned about the state of his son Cody.
"Ah." Mr. Fisher also smiled and digressed, "I think I should abide by the rules that other people in the West District treat you. Just call me Fisher. No need for sir or honorifics, Zach."
The conversation is officially back in Grande and WestEnders mode. (.)