Thread: A Bloody Cause ( Ava & Valanaer)

It was interesting to hear a death threat from one of the VanBuran household, unfortunately it didn't seem like she had the ability to follow through with such a threat and she knew it. The real question was if she would be calling her brothers to take care of the evil DeLune in her care or if she would stick with the kind and caring routine and continue to patch the one man still left capable of leader the Vampires greatest enemy. Of course whatever happened he was in no shape to do anything, he knew that. Gabriella seemed to make her decision soon enough though and she insinuated that while she could no longer help his people that she wasn't going to give him up to her brothers or the Vampiric army. Seth raised an eyebrow and looked up at her, a bit speechless that she wouldn't give him up even after hearing who he was and while it could still be a lie her shock had been genuine, his identity had caught her off guard. That is exactly what I find so funny, without me my people would struggle among themselves for power and they would each be crushed one by one or even if the Vampires didn't take advantage of the confusion enough of them would die or split off that we would be crippled. So you saving me has saved my people from near genocide one way or another. A small smile had risen on Seth's lips, he wasn't trying to make her feel bad but it was the truth, the fate of the DeLune's and their people had been saved by a VanBuran and while it may never come to light it was certainly an interesting fact. She didn't stop talking though, her incessant talking felt nostalgic almost and as she continued he couldn't believe how wrong she was about his so called advantages. Slow down and stop gabbing... I have no advantages right now. First of all I may be in the heart of your home but I can barely eat or drink, much less move. Besides I am no damn beast I wouldn't dare kill the person who saved my life, even if you are a VanBuran my honor would not allow it. Besides over one-hundred of my soldiers watched a silver blade pierce my heart, they will not be searching for me but instead the soldiers will stay back as the elders argue over the next clan leader. The VanBuran was frantic though and he didn't quite understand it, very few people could identify him, only a few ever survived a battle with him and if nobody entered her room without permission it seemed like if someone found out it was her fault, he wasn't about to scream and reveal his identity to a castle full of his enemy. Perhaps she simply liked to talk, it could be a comfort for some. The servant came in and out again and while she kept herself from blurting it out at the same time she acted oddly suspicious bringing another rough chuckle from Seth, If you do not try and act normally someone will find out and both of us will be in dire trouble. Yes she could be branded a traitor if people thought she knew but at the same time he would be tortured until he finally died and that did not sound fun to him, it was a fate he wished to avoid. The irony of their situation wasn't lost on his though, it wasn't just a Vampire and Lycan together but a VanBuran and DeLune, it was to the point of taboo and quite honestly if he told this story to others back home nobody would believe him, the mere fact that knowing who she was didn't trigger a rage was miracle enough. Do you want to hear the truth about what you should do with me? You should kill me, that is just how it is, kill me or let me die. Not that I wish it but if you are so worried about what may happen it is your only option. You could even dump me back on the battlefield and avoid seeing it happen, that way you can believe it wasn't your fault. If you do that your people will be able to overpower mine and you can rejoice knowing you have eliminate the only leader ready for battle from the direct DeLune bloodline. Sure my little brother will grow up with the knowledge that your people slaughtered his family and then it will come back around but at least you will get a few years to cripple and slaughter my kind... Another pitiful laugh escaped as he looked at the ceiling, his elder brother had been killed in a village raid with innocents and chances were he would die after being tortured and perhaps even used as an example, it was no wonder nobody could stop fighting, they all lost loved ones to the other faction and it was an endless chain of hate and bloodshed.