BLOODHOUND ࿐ THE MIKAELSONS

02

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chapter two
"fucking werewolves"
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There comes a time in one's life where you must push past the boundaries of normalcy, where you must forget all about how you're told to behave, how to think. Where you must crush the abstraction of ethics and morals with your bare hands and watch yourself fade away into a forgotten land you played in as a child.

Call it childlike wonder, call it madness. There's no difference.

That time had come for Ravenna, it had punched her square in the face and knocked her down onto her knees.

Fucking werewolves.

Who had she become? To have seriously pondered and investigated the very existence of what we are told is myth.

To have figured it out within the matter of months. As if it were nothing, as it if were easy.

What was time anyway? Everything is a blur now, She doesn't remember the last time she felt real. She can't pinpoint a time where her mind hadn't been consumed and corrupted.

She wanted nothing but to force the thought of werewolves and vampires out of her head. To hold it in her first, throw it onto the ground and stomp on it.

But then she'd be stomping on her dreams, on her passion. On herself. She would've wasted her months of work and dedication, her months of unfortunate and unwanted neglect towards her friend.

Ravenna was still standing in the middle of the car park. She had to pull herself together and remind herself that she's not invisible and that people can see the strange girl who hasn't moved a muscle in minutes. A peculiar girl whose face looked like she had just seen a ghost.

In a way, she did. The ghost of herself if she continues down this dangerous path.

But my God, she couldn't stop herself. She had spent too many years of living in a life of melancholy to the point she believed that the sadness would last forever.

Now that she finally has something that makes her feel alive. She cannot let go of it.

It had gone past the point of a personal investigation and into a growing, lethal need for an electric feeling she wanted to stuff inside a jar and watch it like a trapped insect.

Like a moth to a flame.

She looked around, Stefan and the man were out of sight. She doesn't know how long she's been standing here but she knows it's been too long. She decided it's best to head back to Kenji now.

Ravenna's breathing was heavy as she nervously prowled back to the bench. Looking down at the ground in an attempt to make herself unnoticeable, as if she had somehow become a target. She hasn't.

With her gaze glued onto the floor, Ravenna felt a sudden, forceful bump of her shoulder and she stumbled on her feet.

"Woah! So sorry about that." A man's voice exclaimed, holding onto her shoulders to help her regain balance.

Ravenna looked up at him, her breath hitched as she immediately recognised the face.

It was the guy Stefan had been talking to not too long ago.