"Well born lycan's, need to take a human life to activate the curse and turn into the wolf. So he compelled a man to kill himself with my hands. So once I had killed, I would be a full lycan." she sighs at the old thought that hadn't cross her mind. It pained her to know that Elijah would always blame himself for turning her into the monster that she was. And even more so that she felt that turning into the monster was inevitable. That feeling that if he hadn't, she would either be dead or would have turned anyway. "Really? And when was this?" he asks jokingly, braking her train of thought. "Late 1430's." she pauses and then continues, "1438. To be exact." she says with a strate face. "Your serious?" he asks not really expecting an answer. "So Derik was for real when he was talking about vampires?" he asks almost excited. Okay so you don't know about Elijah, wow. " Yea, I think it would be safe to say so." she says as if she could answer any question he throw her way.
" Okay, well you never answered my first question, what are you? I mean you not a beast, are you???" he asks prying just a bit, "Me?" she asks, and he nodes his head yes. She swallows the lump in her throat and gets on with it. "I'm what they call a --- hybrid." she says almost chocking on the word. "A mixture of things as you well know. Lupin or werewolf, the not so broken parts of my DNA, that now runs in your veins. And vampire. I must worn you, not to recreate, by any means." she puts some emphasis on the last three words. Her eye's turn red , and she blinks it back to gray. "Someone's here." she whispers. "Remarkable, I've never meat anyone that could hear better then me." Vincent says in astonishment before retreating back inside. Yea if only it was my hearing that picked it up. She thinks to herself frustrated.
Hunter listens in down stairs, when she suddenly hears rocks move, and then, an all to familiar smell. Blood! When she hears quick movements down stairs she knows, Elijah. It has been so long since she had surrounded herself with vampires, she had almost forgotten about the blood lust that even she herself could succumb to. After taking a deep breath, she rushes down stairs top speed. It would be the only way she would be able to ketch up with him. Elijah eye's black and teeth sharp stands ready to swing open the door. Hunter finds herself in the only situation Elijah had ever told her to avoid at all costs. In-between a hungry vampire and fresh blood. Back to the girl standing in the now open doorway, Hunter looks to Elijah, "No!" she states trying not to breath in the sent this close to the source. When Elijah comes to the realisation of what's to happen, he immediately backs down. Hunter vanishes up stairs, to breath by the open window and listen in down stairs. Elijah finds himself steps behind her. "I had told them that it was safe." he says as if asking for forgiveness. Knowing how much Hunter hated apologies, he avoids the major words that would set her off on a rampage.
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A Wolves Cry
WerewolfLife knowing you're the only one of you're kind, and that there will never be another, is bad enough. After six centuries of going through the best and, WORST that life has to offer. The now constant nightmares and incessant hunger are the lest of...
