The Hell
t hear you?
The moment he turned, her eye hit his chest directly, noticing those faint marks that could never be mistaken for her identity, traces of dagger stab wounds, she held her breath, raising her eyes to the scar that adorns his cheek. She explained herself about the reason that kept their tracks despite his nature, that he is a vampire, and vampires do not bear the traces of their wounds, no matter how deep, thick or dangerous they are.
« Eva, Eva!!! »
He shouted at her, his eyeballs burning in anger, reluctant to stare at her with a scar openly and without reservation.