He then, after taking a moment to let the fresh air in, he looked around, taking in the sight of it. The moonlight snuck in, giving the room a hue of blue, blacks and greys. There was a thick layer of dust on everything, including the floor, every step he took, left a size 13 foot print in it's wake. There was a counter with an old cash register, a few shelves with nothing but dust on it, but otherwise it was empty. There was a backroom and an office, and a garage beside that. Levi took in the sight of it all. Wondering if there was where his father, a face he didn't even know, spent all his time. He could honestly say in his life, he'd never seen the inside of this place. He always knew it belonged to him. His birthright, his mother liked to say, it sounded sexy. Birthright, like he was some lost prince and it was his throne to claim, but it wasn't something he ever wanted. He would have preferred to have his father then his father's shop. He wondered all his old childhood thoughts. Who was he? What was he like? What did he like to do? Am I like him? That question he knew the answer to and it was Yes. He was alot like him. He knew he got his....temper from that side of the family. His mother never knew about his father until after he died, and Levi Changed for the first time. It was a helluva thing for her to find that her little boy was really a monster and the man that she loved had been one too. Apart of him blames himself for her drinking. His constant changing, his temper, his incredible need to consume flesh on a full moon. It was hard for him to bare as a child, he could only imagine how hard it had been for her to watch. There was a lot she didn't know about him, which was probably why she never spoke of him, nor ever wanted to. She never even shown him a photo.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, breaking him from his thoughts. He pulled out of the phone and frowned. Serena? He hasn't seen anyone from this town in years and without fail, he was being swooped back into things. He wasn't joining any packs, not now, not ever. He didn't want to when he was a kid, and he certainly didn't want it now.
He let the phone ring until she left a message. "Gimme a sec?" He told Gerald with a semi bashful smirk. "Girl..."He said with a reluctant rise of his brow and stepped a little further in. He rose the phone to his ear and listened to the message.
"I don't know if you're back in town or if I'm imagining things but we could use your help right now. We have a biter on main street and with the pack split there is likely going to be a fight since both packs are after the same bloodsucker. Anyways I have to go, she's trying to lose us." She said and it was over. His shoulders slumped. "Hello to you too..." He sighed to himself before clicking the phone off.
This was a big reason why he left this place. This godforsaken turf war with the vampires. Let any one of them tell it and it was likely his father was killed by one of them but he didn't know nor did he really care as harsh as it sounded and right now he couldn't even complain because Gerald was very human and probably knew nothing about the weird shit of this town. He sent her a quick text.
{Serena}
{Hello to you too, Reni, it's only been 4 years.}
{We talked about this...I'll call you later, don't get killed}
"Uh, anyway, did you need a ride someplace or you just hanging out, there's not much to do here since I'm probably gonna be dead by morning." He said with a shrug. " honestly, I could use an excuse...any excuse not to make that return call." he said, oddly pointing back at where he'd been standing, with sheepish grin.