ʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴀɴᴛ • ᴄᴀʀʟɪꜱʟᴇ ᴄᴜʟʟᴇɴ

Intro

Malakais mind has become a raging ocean.

There is complexity in every individual thought- every wave- every plan and thought is carefully constructed. If someone were able to, if they could withstand the breaking water on the surface, they'd be able to jump far into the depths of his mind and keep swimming down. Nothing in there was shallow, nothing was made from being rash- nothing was left undiscovered.

In other words, he has thought of everything that could happen, everything that can go wrong, everything he can do to get what he wants.

Or so he thought.

When he steps out of the woods and into the clearing, One clawed paw at a time, he makes no audible noise. He is a ghost caught in the daytime; anyone would think that would cast him out of his element- but he isn't. His minds perfectly crystal clear, a calmness to it that should not be possible for an ocean this dark and deep.

And it's in the stillness of his movements, of the woods, of the air, that Laurent realises something is wrong. So terribly, chillingly, wrong. He has gone from hunter to hunted in the space of a second- or was he ever the hunter to begin with?

Laurent's hands- curled up and ready to strike down the human in front of him- weaken, going limp at his sides. There is a gasp, not from the vampire, not from the wolf- but from the human girl that Malakai had not thought of, had not prepared for. She's very much as shocked as Laurent feels, but Laurent can't express that, not now, not when death is so dauntingly hanging over his shoulder. He abandons his mission to kill and turns his back to her, instead facing head on to the hunter.

"You," Laurent realises, horribly quiet, looking at the wolf from across the clearing.

Me, Malakai agrees with a fanged grin.

•••

It does not take a lot for a person to resort to revenge.

It takes a little tragedy. Perhaps, something of yours is now gone. Perhaps, there is nobility in realising that you've been stolen from. See when you're so used to having something, when it's gone, when it's absence is painful, you'd do anything to get it back. And if you can't get it back, you get even.

Here's what they don't tell you about revenge:

It starts off as an idea, a thought taken from anger so deeply routed there's no question that it's righteous. You start to plan, you start run, you start to hunt. Years pass in the blink of an eye. What is time passing in the scale of things? What's distance in this game? Why adhere to rules when the other players are not?

Because you're vengeful, not monstrous- you'd think.

Aren't you?

You don't realise how far you've come until you're looking down at the blood on your hands, when you're looking behind and seeing the person you were so very, very far away. They are foreign to you now. You could not go back if you tried. The only way is forward. The only option is this.

Here's what everyone says about revenge:

It doesn't bring them back. It doesn't fix the wound in your heart. It's not going to make you feel better.

Here's what everyone's wrong about:

Blood from revenge always tasted sweeter than the innocence you once had.

Hello! First little chapter/intro done. How you like it? I know it might be a little confusing, kinda changing character perspectives but it's only for this chapter :)