AN: life update... aaAaaah!!!! It was my bday yesterday. I was determined to be the Slothiest of sloths. I slept most of the time, but life ain't my friend, so the almost perfect break of mine was ruined when my old electric fan broke... Haah... It's hot. I jave to save up to buy a new fan.
Anyway... Advance chaps and new novel at patreon and Ko-Fi, links at the end of the chaps. Of yall just want to send a one time support and not subscribe, i recommend Ko-Fi... If yah do, i can buy a new fan? 🤣 not mandatory, i still post a chap a week for free here, and the it's not like the story is life changing right? It's just amusing, just a little.
Seriously, fam, health, life, etc, how can somebody not feel gloomy and doom post when you're being attacked at all sides. Tak.
Anywho. Sorry for the rant.
Oh here's the chap
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3RD PERSON'S POV
It was a quiet night outside the pub, or at least it was supposed to be. Robin leaned against the brick wall with Rosalie by her side, both watching Alexander as he paced like he was gearing up for some dramatic declaration. His katana was strapped to his back, which didn't make him look intimidating—it just made him look like someone cosplaying a Samurai Pizza Cat.
Robin crossed her arms and broke the silence. "Alright, Mr. Edgy, let's hear it. Why were you stalking that woman last night? You owe us some answers before Rosalie decides to high-five your face again."
Alexander stopped pacing and turned to them, his golden eyes narrowed. "If you must know," he said, dragging out the words like he was auditioning for a soap opera, "I've been tracking my family tree. She's a distant relative."
Robin blinked, unimpressed. "Wait, hold up. You've been stalking her because… she's your family? That's your big secret? And I thought I had issues."
Alexander straightened, clearly offended. "It's not stalking! It's… research. Look, I've lived a long time—longer than either of you. To quench my boredom and hold onto what's left of my humanity, I track my descendants. It gives my life purpose."
Robin raised an eyebrow. "You've got a weird way of showing 'purpose,' buddy. Ever heard of Ancestry.com? Oh, wait. It's 1990. Guess you're stuck with creepy lurking."
Rrosalie scoffed. "So let me get this straight: you're older than us, and you think that means you deserve some kind of respect?"
Alexander nodded, crossing his arms like he'd just dropped the mic. "Exactly."
Robin gave him a long, blank stare before bursting into laughter. "Respect? From me? Oh, honey, you're barking up the wrong tree."
Rosalie, however, wasn't laughing. She didn't like his tone, especially toward Robin. Without a word, she spun on her heel and kicked Alexander square in the butt with enough force to send him flying into the nearby lamppost.
The sound was atrocious. A loud crack echoed through the night, making both women pause.
"Did I just—" Rosalie began.
"—break his butt bone?" Robin finished, her pink eyes wide with mock concern.
Rosalie tilted her head. "Or maybe his marble skin? Either way, not my problem."
On the ground, Alexander howled in pain, clutching his gluteus maximus like a wounded animal. "You... you kicked me!" he managed to yell, his voice high-pitched and full of disbelief.
Rosalie shrugged, brushing invisible dust off her shoe. "Yeah, and I held back. You're welcome."
Robin grinned, leaning closer to Rosalie. "Amazing aim, love. You didn't even make him explode. That's control."
Rosalie smirked. "Think I deserve a reward for my efforts later?"
Robin's voice turned teasing. "Oh, you're definitely getting one when we get back."
While the couple flirted, Alexander was still rolling around on the ground, moaning dramatically. "You're ignoring me!" he shouted, trying to sound tough but failing miserably.
Robin rolled her eyes and finally gave him some attention. "Alright, drama queen. Get up. You'll regenerate soon enough after you chug some animal blood or whatever."
Alexander pulled himself to his feet, still glaring at them. "Who are you two? And why were you involved with my relative?"
Both women stared at him like he'd just asked if water was wet.
"Are you serious?" Robin asked, her tone flat. "You were standing close enough to hear everything last night. You do have vampire hearing, right?"
Alexander's mouth opened, then closed.
Rosalie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "He's not the brightest bulb in the box, is he?"
Robin turned back to Alexander. "As for your other question, we're mates. Wives. Soulmates. Whatever term floats your boat."
Rosalie nodded, wrapping an arm around Robin possessively. "And don't forget it."
Alexander raised an eyebrow. "You're… mates? Married?"
Robin smirked. "What gave it away? The constant flirting, or the fact that she just kicked your butt to defend my honor?"
He ignored the jab, moving on to his next question. "Alright, fine. But why are you two so strong? You're not old enough to be this powerful."
Rosalie grinned, folding her arms. "That's because I have a battle-crazed mate."
Robin shot her a playful glare. "Hey, it's not just me. I just think everyone should know how to fight. I've been training my family, coven, and even the Volturi guards. Sometimes we spar against each other, sometimes we hunt rogue vampires. Keeps things interesting."
At the mention of the Volturi, Alexander's eyes widened slightly. "You're involved with the Volturi? What, are you their dogs?"
Robin's smile vanished. Before she could react, Rosalie stepped forward and delivered a slap—no, a high-five—to Alexander's face so hard it cracked his cheek.
"You really don't learn, do you?" Robin said, clicking her tongue in disapproval.
Alexander stumbled back, clutching his face. "What the hell is wrong with you two?"
Robin leaned in, her tone icy. "Let's get one thing straight. I'm no one's dog. I don't follow anyone's rules. The only people who can boss me around are my—" She stopped herself, glancing at Rosalie.
Rosalie cleared her throat pointedly.
Robin sighed. "Fine. The only people who can boss me around are my mom and my wife. And even then, I mostly do what I want."
Rosalie nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Which is why one of us always has to be around to clean up her messes and make sure she doesn't cause too much chaos."
Robin grinned, leaning into her wife. "Admit it, you love the chaos."
Rosalie smirked. "Maybe a little."
Alexander, still holding his cracked face, groaned. "You two are insane."
Robin shrugged. "Probably. Now, are you done being dramatic, or do you want Rosalie to break something else?"
Alexander hesitated, then shook his head. "No, thanks. I'm good."
"Good," Robin said, smiling sweetly. "Now, let's start over. What's your name?"
He sighed, clearly regretting every decision that led him here. "Alexander."
Robin raised an eyebrow. "Well, Alexander, it's been a pleasure meeting you. Try not to lose your katana again, okay?"
Alexander muttered something under his breath but wisely kept it to himself.
Robin leaned closer to Rosalie, whispering just loud enough for Alexander to hear. "Think we should kick his butt again, just for fun?"
Rosalie smirked. "Only if I get another reward later."
Alexander groaned. "I hate both of you."
Robin grinned. "Aw, don't be like that. You're growing on us."
Rosalie chuckled. "Like mold."
And with that, the couple turned and walked away, leaving Alexander to nurse his wounded pride—and his gluteus maximus.
Understood! Here's the extra scene detailing Alexander's backstory, as per your request:
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It was still the quiet that evening, but now they changed locations so they can find somewhere to sit.
With the trio sitting outside under the soft glow of the moon. Robin leaned against a tree, lazily spinning a rock in her hand, while Rosalie sharpened one of her knives on a whetstone. Alexander, standing rigid like an ancient statue, finally broke the silence.
"I need to ask," he began, his voice steady, "what exactly are you?"
Robin raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "What do you mean, what am I? I'm Robin. Incredible, stunning, and occasionally terrifying."
Rosalie smirked but kept sharpening her knife. "Don't forget humble."
Alexander wasn't amused. "No, I mean… your scent. It's familiar, like a vampire, but not. What are you?"
Robin sighed dramatically, tossing the rock aside. "Alright, fine. Storytime. Sit down, Dracula Junior."
"I'm not—"
"Sit," she ordered.
Alexander begrudgingly complied, folding his tall frame onto the ground.
Robin stretched her legs out in front of her. "So, here's the deal: I'm a hybrid—half-siren, half-vampire."
Alexander blinked. "Excuse me?"
"A hybrid," Robin repeated, grinning. "You know sirens? Pretty voices, luring sailors to their watery graves? Karaoke queens of the ancient world?"
Alexander frowned. "I thought they were just legends."
Robin shrugged. "Most myths have a grain of truth. I was born a siren, but I had an unfortunate run-in with death as a toddler. My adoptive mom—Esme—bit me to save me. Now I'm a mix: siren and vampire. A two-for-one deal nobody really asked for."
Alexander tilted his head, processing this. "So, what does that… entail?"
Robin smirked. "It means I can still eat food, bleed red, and I don't sparkle like a disco ball in the sun. But, yeah, I do glow a little. Lightly. Like a reflective dream filter."
Rosalie chuckled. "Like when sunlight hits a shiny surface."
Robin groaned. "Yes, okay, I'm a walking glow stick. Happy?"
Alexander leaned back, crossing his arms. "Interesting. You're… unique."
"Thanks, I think?" Robin shrugged. "But enough about me. Your turn. You're not exactly your average vampire either. What's your story, Alexander the Tall and Broody?"
Alexander's golden eyes flicked between them before he sighed. "I was born in 349 BC, in Macedonia."
Robin whistled. "Wow. You're older than dirt."
Rosalie snorted, muttering, "Be nice."
Ignoring the jab, Alexander continued. "When I was 14, I joined Alexander the Great's campaign. I served in the hetairoi, the Companions, his elite cavalry unit. We fought alongside the king in some of the most brutal battles."
Robin's expression turned serious. "That's intense. So, how did you end up like… this?"
"I was wounded during the Battle of Hydaspes," Alexander said, his voice quieter now. "A nomad named Hispati found me. She… turned me. I didn't understand what I was or what I had become. I left my people behind, not wanting to be a monster among them."
Rosalie softened. "That must've been hard."
Alexander nodded. "I wandered for centuries, trying to understand what I was. I settled in western China and studied their martial arts. It was there I discovered my gift—control over carbon. After years of training, I realized I could compress carbon to make it harder than diamond."
"Fancy," Robin said, impressed.
"It wasn't just a trick," Alexander continued. "It became a weapon. I made swords, knives—tools to defend myself against other vampires."
"So that's where the katana comes from?" Rosalie asked.
"Yes. I traveled to Japan in the 14th century and adopted their style of combat. After a few encounters with ninjas, I crafted twelve knives that I could control remotely. They fly around me in battle, like a shield."
Robin smirked. "A vampire ninja. That's… kind of awesome."
Alexander allowed himself a small smile. "I suppose. I spent centuries honing my skills, moving across continents. In the 16th century, I found myself in Africa, where I stumbled upon a diamond mine. I created a mining company to finance my life, forging identities as I moved from place to place."
"Smart," Rosalie said. "But why switch to animal blood?"
"In 1936, I moved to Canada and met someone who suggested it. At first, it was a struggle, but with discipline, I stopped reacting to human blood entirely. I've been living this way ever since."
Robin nodded, impressed despite herself. "You've lived quite the life, haven't you?"
Alexander met her gaze. "And you? You mentioned being a hybrid, but your strength—it's… unusual for your age. How do you explain that?"
Robin grinned. "Easy. Training. Lots and lots of training. I've been fighting since I was old enough to swing a punch. Rosalie and I train together all the time. I've taken down some of the worst vampires out there, including a few jobs for the Volturi."
Alexander raised an eyebrow. "You work for the Volturi?"
Robin's grin disappeared. "Look at you saying dumb shit again, want another tap on the face?Work for? No. They give me jobs, I take the ones I like. But I'm not anyone's dog. I'm like a freelance partner. They can't control me"
Rosalie coughed. "Don't forget you're married now."
Robin chuckled, correcting herself. "Fine. I'm not anyone's dog except for my mom and my wife. Happy?"
Rosalie smirked. "Very."
Alexander shook his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "You two really are… something else."
Robin leaned forward, her grin mischievous. "Oh, you've seen nothing yet."
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AN: ok, so that's one more chap uploaded. I already ranted a lot in the beginning so imma just do the usual plugs.
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