Chapter Seventy Four

"Evil is what makes somebody humanity. Living beings have as many negative traits as positive ones, and wickedness is merely one of them. Wrath, resentment, envy, and lust for power of these emotions are part of what makes us humans. Just because someone lacks any redeemable characteristics does not imply, that he is not human. You can't underestimate it," she said, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry for not believing you."

Her tone was so faint that I couldn't hear her, but I felt the pressure of her remarks, which seemed so much like a farewell.

"I should really have believed you as much as you believed me. I'm not going to allow him to use me to throw any of you in jeopardy..."

"Mikaella-" I began.

She lunged forward and dug her fangs into John's fingers around her neck, sucking blood in one swift animal-like motion. The pistol bursts off with a loud boom because John twitched. Mikaella's head was easily pierced by the bullet, which exploded out the other side was a powerful