Thread: Hunted. [ Michie Mich x Russian Vodka ]

The slayer was struck speechless in hearing that he had not given the orders, but watched from afar at the ensuing chaos that befell her family. You... You merely watched? Her eyes slowly closed as she brought a hand up to her head, fingers gently massaging at her temples before she lightly shook her head. And I was meant to die, hm? The revelation made her laugh as she tilted her head back, her brunette tresses to fall from her shoulders as she looked up at the moon, letting it's light her skin before she closed her eyes. Well, I didn't die. I'm alive and when I find them, I'll kill every last one of those bastards. She couldn't believe it. They really did intend to slaughter an innocent family that night, but clearly, they had failed for she was still alive. Well, as alive as any hybrid could be. Ever since then, she knew that she had changed. She didn't even know if her heart was dead or alive What was human in her anymore? Sometimes, she felt like an outcast, but she would always remember that she had something to fight for and no matter what, she wasn't going to let anyone bring her down. The memories surged through her She could remember how she had heard strange noises coming from her parents' room so she had gone to investigate, but clearly she shouldn't have. The sight... was unbearable. She could remember the canopy over the king-sized mattress having blood splattered against it like red paint against a white canvas. The sound of sucking filled her ears and she could remember seeing a vampiress covered in, feeding off of her mother. Oh, how badly she wanted to scream, but she knew that if she did, she would be dead, too. Her heart began to beat faster at the realization of what had happened before she looked to him, her body stiffening slightly as she felt his hand cupping at her cheek She had not let many people touch her since the death of her lover and the sensation of skin against skin made her worry. Madeleine, hm? She repeated, turning her head away for a moment as she listened closely, surprised that he actually spoke her name. Even after she had turned away, she could still feel the light touch of his thumb against her lips, but she soon shook it off. Once she had turned back, she noticed how his gazy was still looking directly towards hers, emerald hues never leaving his as she crossed her arms under her chest. I love more than my family They were the only ones I had. What you had in one person I had in two, three. She added, the imaged of her lover appearing in her mind. Your same vampires found me after years I had finally settled down and I was going to get married but your vampires... They killed him. They killed him to get back at me for being alive. Her hand slowly moved up and pressed it against her forehead, holding in her emotions as she thought of the man she lost. You remind me of him, my sweet Alain. She whispered softly, sighing softly before she moved her hand away, his lips soon occupying her forehead with a soft kiss. She looked to him, slowly shaking her head. I've met many of your kind, my dear Maximillian, and I can safely say that most, if not all, have showed me that they want me dead They want to finish what they started many, many centuries ago. The feeling of his hand dragging down her chin made her close her eyes once more as she listened to him then nodded. You are right. I will never give my blood willingly. Not to any vampire. She admitted sadly, her hand moving to curl her fingers along the hilt of her blade before her eyes opened. Perhaps, you have changed my mind that not all vampires are horrible creatures, but if we leave without fighting, they will give reason to chase us both. She stated and slowly unsheathed her blade, taking a fighting stance. I am sorry.