Thread: Hunted. [ Michie Mich x Russian Vodka ]

A triumph, was it? She asked him, turning her back to the male vampire as she shook her head and slowly began to clench her fists. Her eyes slowly closed before she took in a deep breathe then turned to face her tormentor, her eyes shooting open Still, she began to show that playful demeanor again as one side of her mouth was etched in a sinsiter grin. You all think that you took down a family of vampire slayers, no..? To herself, she nodded, but merely continued to grin as she began to pace herself back and forth, her high heels sinking into the ground slightly. Oh... You are very much mistaken. Was the intended response that she gave as she stopped moving then stood in front of him with her hands resting idly behind her back. You killed three innocent humans with your bare hands and disgusting canines. Not only that, but your kind had changed me into one of your own. Well... attempted to, at least. With her last statement, she continued to nod and began to stride into the same path of pacing as her eyes closed very slowly and quite calmly. You see, I've regained my human dignity. I am a part of your... kind, but I am still my own. It was a sincere tone that she held, but not in the sense when she talked of her undead breed. She was spiteful towards the fact that she had part of the race that had killed those closest to her inside of her blood stream She was undead, but not undead. It was a complicated story, to be sure, but she always told it to those who were curious. She had come to terms with the fact that she may live forever, but if she could just find those that killed her family, she would be fine with living alone for the rest of her life. Justice came first, for her Nothing else. What your kind did to my family... What your kind did to an innocent family... It is what drove me into becoming a slayer. I fight for them. I fight for myself. I will not let vampires continue on in their injustice to kill humans and drink them dry. I refuse. She snapped, clenching her hands into fists as she slowly tried to regain herself. When talking of vampires or even the injustice that they can pressue, it made her angry It made her furious . Her family was innocent Why? Why did her family have to be killed? It was a question that had always plagued her mind and that would most likely remain there because she was certain that the vampires who had slain those she loved, would never tell her why did it. You are sorry that I lost them? She asked softly, remembering the sight of seeing her mother, father, and the man she loved dead, drenched in their own blood. The fact that the vampire had thought it even safe to come towards her shocked her, but his touch was gentle, especially for a vampire. For a moment, she closed her eyes and imagined that it was her lover touching her face while she listened to him then opened her eyes to look at him. Again, I must remind you that they were not hunters. They were innocents . I am the only one within the family to be a hunter, just me. She told him then looked up at him as he pulled away. So, what will it be, Maximillian? What are you going to do to me, hm? She asked, the mocking tone clearly showing it's presence.