L'appel du vide

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Seven years had past.

Humans had somehow discovered about lycans and vampires, even the hellhounds. Many of the hellhounds and lycans are practically malnourished, newer ones were similar to seven years before. News was going mad about the fact these apparent urban legends came true. First everyone was allowed out on the street freely, now you can’t even go out without someone believing you are one of the three. Many of the vampires were killed of when Marcus was freed. Including some of the most respected ones. Lycans were killed as well. Hellhounds aren’t targeted that well, at least, compared to the Lycans and vampires. Death dealers are scarce as well, many FBI agents and anybody who has a gun with silver bullets have hunted most of the creatures down. Selene had killed Marcus. Marcus had somehow released William, his twin werewolf brother who had gotten driven by insanity. Selene’s boyfriend, Michael killed William. Nobody knows much about what happened. Yet, Selene is hunted by Lycans and vampires. Many things had changed over time. Selene had a hybrid child as well. Lycan and vampire. Michael was the same, mostly lycan. All the elders are dead now, Amelia, Viktor and Marcus.

Angell had managed to find a house to hide out at. She forced Val to leave as it was to dangerous if he was there and an hellhound had spotted them together in her opinion. The house is a modern like safe house. The house was cold at night but never silent. Whether it was the TV news, the sound of pouring liquid. The sudden glass smashes. The sound of the ice machine signalling late night or early morning. The nights were cold yet never silent. Angell wasn’t the only vampire in a safe house, there was plenty around the area but she was the furthest away. Yet easiest to get. Angell hadn’t gone much over the years. Whenever she did, she wasn't out for long. Angell only started focusing on herself ever since she heard about Marcus being killed. It burned her heart. Even if he did kill many vampires. Angell had new abilities and had changed over the years. She lived in her safe house with Haro, yet he mostly focuses on his girlfriend.

Angell became very mature and wise in a certain way. She barely even mumbled. She held a sadness in her eyes, you could almost touch the scars of her old soul. She had grown use to the hellhound side of her, not using it a lot, only if she needed too get past hellhounds. Angell’s hair was styled differently from when people last saw her in the coven, now with a long braid or a wolfscut. She had a scar below her right eye, slightly faint. It was as if she turned her emotions off, seeming miserable all of the time. Her eyes were dull. Her body’s curves were mostly covered by her jacket, rarely spotted unless you walked into her house. She had a defined scent to her, so you could easily define who it was if you smelled her.

Gunshots could be heard in a room, coming from Angell and her duel wielding guns. Haro was watching, as if he was trying to teach her to be good at it. She was well at it. She turned to Haro, handing him the guns, revealing it was Haro who needed the teaching. She watched as Haro shot at the fake internet designed lycans. “Shouldn’t this be about hellhounds?” He got annoyed, missing a few shots. He threw the guns to the ground, hissing at them. Angell let out a sigh. “The guns did nothing to you, relax Haro.” She had a stern tone, Haro listening. “What about your swords?” He asked as Angell turned her back to him. “You need to practise guns first.” She muttered. “Fine, I’m taking a break.” He huffed, pushing past her. She looked at him with an annoyed look. “No need to be rough Haro.” She calmed herself, walking to the kitchen. Haro grabbed his phone, answering his girlfriend’s messages. “Angell.” He suddenly said. “Mm.” Angell hummed, grabbing her rings and slipping them onto her fingers. “My girlfriend wants me to go to the hellhound manor.” He looked to Angell, with a pleading look in his eyes. She took a few moments, remembering what happened with Gillian. She let out a sigh through gritted teeth. “Fine, use your necklace if you get in trouble.” She smiled subtly to Haro’s eyes lighting up. Her smile quickly faded, turning around to face the sink. She grabbed the dishes, starting to clean a cup.