Not exactly his fault Val had a tendency to hold most men up to the standards of s certain brainiac that sired her. His Italian had of course, been flawless, and his Spanish as well, and every other language Val heard him speak, to include the German of the country in which he’d found her. She had no doubt his English was just as perfect. She wondered how his accent might sound. Or did he hide it as she did, an effortless side affect of speaking the new language for more years than many in that land had been alive. Very few ever could pinpoint her true accent, but that was the old Caló, the language still living among the Gitanos.
To say that her own grasp of English was perfect would be a lie. But wasn’t their some charm in that? She after all, shouldn’t be expected to know as many words in that tongue as he did. But she expected he would at least have known more of his native German than he let on. And there she’d been trying to bond with him. After all, that was a language she knew better than any.
She understood perfectly the pain that came from such a hit. And that she used to her advantage. Was she supposed to feel bad for that? Would he have felt bad for snapping her neck? No, he would not have. By the look in his eyes and the heat of his anger, she knew he wouldn’t regret it for a second. Not until his veins began to ache for her that was.
And he had no knowledge whatsoever of her to be even thinking of her as a mother. To judge her on what he’d seen and knew would be akin to judging him on the same. Neither would come off looking like the better choice.
Did he really think that a good beating would keep her down? If he did then he truly had a lot to learn about this new world in which he lied. Val after all, had taken far worse than he would be able or willing to dish out. Mush as he wanted to hurt her, she doubted he’d be able to stomach some of the cruelty a man like Sergio could produce. Some profound differences between young vamps and old demons. She’d leave him alone if and when she decided to. Not before. Unless of course she were restricted from the school and he decided to lock himself away. It was unlikely she’d stick around making a nuisance of herself. A game like that could get really boring really quick.
One thing Val didn’t do well was boredom. One thing she did do very well was knock down, drag outs. She’d even let him take the top, since he seemed to like it so much, and since she was so generous, and since she wanted to see what he had. Plus, there was that whole, attempting to rip her hair out at the roots bit.
"Make it good, Charlie." She laughed almost sweetly, like they were having a tickle match. "Show me what you got."