“What do you want?” she glowered at him. Both her voice and body trembled, as she was straining every part of her nerves to move, uselessly. His smile stopped, and for a while, there was no answer.“You are so ignorant, and willful,” he remarked quietly.“What is that supposed to mean?! You’re just another bloodthirsty parasite, aren’t you?” she rambled on, trying to hide the fear inside. “That’s why you’re here. You want my blood. You bloodsuc—,” Suddenly he stood right in front of her, having crossed the distance between them in a blink of an eye. She tried to attack him, forgetting she couldn’t move. “So impudent. I don’t like mouthy females,” he spat out. “Or males, for that matter.”‘What the hell? He insulted her first.’His height towered over her, standing too close. She couldn’t and didn’t need to look up to know if he was angry. He was. And that made her even angrier than him. Who was he to invade her home and treat her this way? She didn’t care why he was here anymore.

And yet, after a half-an-hour wait, Danica was still alone. The whispers had stopped for a long while. For her age, ‘she’ might need more time to prepare. With that thought, she tried to relax, but couldn’t with all the worries. She stared at the colorful shapes on the table and the carpet near her feet, trying to calm herself. Through the stained glass of the windows, near the ceilings, the sunlight had transformed into red, yellow, and blue patterns. After staring at them for an unbeknownst amount of time, she shook her head and headed out of the study room to ask if everything was alright. She couldn’t go back empty-handed. Marc’s life was in danger. Steve was nowhere to be found; neither in the entrance hall nor in the kitchen. e living room was the same. She approached the stair to take a glance upstairs or call out, perhaps. As she stood at the foot, she heard people talking: two, most likely Steve and Ms. Donna. This time was a lot more than mumbles. “Why didn’t she bring t

The table was stained dark red. The wine glasses were overturned by the swish of air he had caused. The heady liquid had dripped down and dampened the hemline of her dress. Since she had not taken a sip of her glass, it seemed to soak everything. Danica looked up at his fiery eyes as he towered over her. The pigments of deep scarlet had taken over the irises, which sometimes appeared to be drained any color. With his jaw set and his eyes burned, he might set her soul on fire if he could. “Ugh,” she gasped, from the dull pain in her right hand. His long fingers were around her wrist, to wrestle away the gun. He was almost twisting it. Hate filled her heart. “I’ll kill you,” she declared.“Do it,” he enunciated. “Kill me.”She jerked her knee towards his most sensitive parts. He avoided it, but doing so, he dropped her arm. She took that opportunity to slide out the wooden dagger. He stopped it, and his hand ended up on her thigh. She felt his fingers brush her inner thigh briefly.

Steve chortled, amused by the huntress’s anxious attempt to catch him, all the way back to his home. She had been chasing after a car, on foot, like a crazy girl, her dress flowing, and they didn’t give a damn. He saw her face hitting the street. That was so funny. She was a stupid, stupid girl. A human like her was no match for him. Under normal circumstances, he would have shooed her away as the first time he met her. Having to apologize to her was him stooping low. That had been fine, he gritted his jaw. Living in a mortal territory was so irksome. Driving a car as a human. The tires ground the uneven street; they made grating noises. The cottage was around the corner. They had chosen this far end of Umbre City where any soulless creature who knew them was miles away.Celine must be already in her bedroom, asleep. She slept too often. The woman was old for a mortal. Despite living in the same house, they were different in every way. Look how she bothered meeting the girl yesterda

Steve couldn’t differentiate Master’s complicated feelings towards the girl. Did he hate her or did he… Master was not someone who hid his feelings normally–if he did have feelings in the first place. He admired him for many things, including his void of emotions. When it came to her though, he could be so moody. He ran away out of fear but not of her. Master could be merciless, everyone knew that. Since she was a hunter, she was no stranger to getting her hands dirty. She would try to kill the old bitch after he left. Something sharp nicked at his bare feet. That didn’t hurt him, just a simple knowing. A broken ceramic it was. He was on the highway. An express coach drove down the intersection. Passengers inside, pumping up with red blood. He imagined. The bus wouldn’t stop; it had already passed him by. He gazed at the horizon. He knew he was going to be summoned soon. He’d have to meet him. He wanted to. ***Her green eyes reflected in the sheen of the blade as she swung her ka