Trevor was running, he has been running ever since he saw...him. He continues running until he reaches a river that is when he stops and falls on the ground, kneeling. There was a moment of silence until he saw the reflection of himself on the river and began to cry, his cries grew louder as he clenched his face. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
At Tera house the four were in the kitchen after their failed mission. They needed time to heal and think of a better plan. Besides waiting for Trevor to come back safe. He's alive, they believe but gone somewhere. These thoughts were in Tera's mind while making tea, Annette was pacing back and forth trying to think of a plan but coming up with blanks, and Maria was sitting on a chair with Y/N while examining her arm to see if she had suffered any more wounds.
'I told you I'm fine' She said.
'Better safe than sorry' Y/N remarked making sure the nails weren't poisoned tipped. Maria nodded and looked at the wound on her right arm. Wondering how Y/N healed her arm despite no magic being done. Just watching her wound heal back to normal.
'How?' She asked, Y/N looked up trying to hear what Maria had to say.
'Hmm?'
'How did you heal my arm? I didn't see any magic being produced, it looked like it healed naturally' Maria elaborated. Y/N nodded and explained while examining the arm.
'It was a technique my master had taught me, by hovering my hand over the wound or touching the person, I pour my energy into it the wound being healed naturally'
'Amazing' Maria simply said with her eyes wide.
'Well it does have its drawback, I can't heal any fetal wounds though' Y/N said letting go of Maria's arm. Maria smirked a bit. Still better than no healing at all.
'Still amazing, you must have had a great teacher' Y/N nodded. Remembering what his old master has taught him.
'He was wise beyond his years' ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
In the Chateau the remaining Vampiric nobility and the red hooded Vampires all gathered in a cremation for the late Marquis late in the night. Listening to the sound of his wife crying and sobbing dressed in her black funeral outfit while holding the Marquis head in her arms. With Tzuentes and her bodyguard Nikolai she brought along. Being branded by the messiah on his head with a half sun sign that covers his left eye. Both not being interested in this funeral as possible.
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'His wife is saying she intends to keep the head' Nikolai told Drolta while wearing her noble wear, the french silly hats and black jackets. She looked back, seeing the wife of the Marquis holding his head. Mourning her loss.
'I shudder to imagine what she's planning to do with it' Listening to her wail some more and would definitely not want to talk to her in that sorry state. As well as not liking being in funerals because of things like this. Holding her head in frustration.
