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RE Never meant to get along - Me and Blink The scent of blood, the flash of action, the sinking feeling in her stomach... Darryl's expression of pure anger... Lydia woke with a start, a shout caught in her throat. The vampire woman shivered as the night air met her chilled, sweat covered skin. The bright blue of her eyes travelled around the building her brother had found for them to rest in for the day. But Lydia had rarely gotten a good day's rest since they were forced out of the village that long time ago. With the fear of someone coming after them, hunting the blood suckers down and killing them in their sleep, it made it difficult to find any sort of comfort. She understood why her brother was hated, but from how he explained what happened, it wasn't Damien's fault. If the wolf had just kept his mouth shut... It was too late now. The deed was done and all anyone knew was the werewolf had been attacked and was brutally murdered by the male vampire. But the look of pure hatred in her friend's eyes haunted Lydia for years. At one point, Darryl had been close to Lydia, enough for her to believe there was a connection between the two of them. Of course, that's when she was twelve. That was when she didn't know better and before the incident. Now she was older with a bit more experience under her belt. Her time spent living outside of the village had made her wiser, far more careful and more in tune with herself in a way she never was or probably never could be if she had remained around Darryl. The eight years she had spent with her brother, fighting to survive with another group of vampires opened up a whole new world she never thought existed. The brunette had made several trips into the city to see what was inside of the walls, but each morning, the crew she and her brother travelled with would return to their typical headquarters to recover from the insanity of the city. Despite being so close to the city she had grown up in and despite watching it every night, Lydia never tried to go back and see what had changed inside. But finally the time came for their small little caravan of mysterious creatures to take a trip into the city. They did this every so often, so it wasn't uncommon to see strangers in the city, from the odd vampire or two to a wide selection of the other creatures found in the world. And just as it typically happened, the crew came in on horseback, with carts of collected goods to sell to those inside, a few followers willingly tagging behind to see what the village had in store. Lydia was part of the few who followed behind, having changed quite a bit since she left. Not only was she older by eight years, but her looks were different than what they once were. The young and innocent twelve-year-old had blossomed into a woman just shy of twenty-one, her brown hair lit with shades of red. The blue colour of her eyes had only strengthened over the years, bringing a strange and wild eagerness that was rarely found in those that had been defeated like she had all those years ago. Her body had grown into one to be proud of thin yet healthy with curves that could catch any man's eye. And the clothing she had wrapped around her body only brought out her fit form. With a low cut top, exposing much of her stomach and an angled, wrapped skirt to cover her lower half, it was clear that this girl was not only a fighter but a dancer, used to entertain those she wished to show off to. A pair of fresh sandals covered her feet and gave her plenty to walk on and carry her without any sort or worry of their soles cracking. Damion was following his sister, his matching blue eyes scanning the city around them. He remembered just what happened that long time ago and while he didn't regret it, he knew better than to bring it up again. Not until he knew just where the siblings and the village stood.