Julian couldn't believe it. It couldn't be, could it? At first, all he'd seen was a glimpse through the shadows on the stairs. Burning purple eyes and a crazed mop of red-black hair, once belonging to a child, now worn by a tall, elfin young woman. He couldn't have been sure it was her, if he hadn't seen the scar decorating her face. It stood proud against her pale skin, giving a fractured look to her face. Where many saw it as a weakness, an embarrassment, an imperfection, Julian could only see how beautiful it made her, a badge of honour painting her as strong and brave.
Talitha crept around the top floor of the building, mildly curious and mainly bored. Running her fingers along the edge of a family portrait her eyes went to the small, golden-curled, blue-eyed boy nestled in his parents arms. Talitha loved children. She thought of them as dolls, playing with them and caring for them, making them laugh and smile. Until she got bored, casting them away.
Looking at that picture was like showing a child a new toy. A toy she'd do anything to get.
Photo up top is close to how I see Talitha, Cat and Julian. If you imagine them differently, well, I can't stop you.
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Game On.
FanfictionA forbidden game fan fiction featuring Julian and some new characters. Takes place after the the kill. In the dark, Julian could see the determination expression set on her face. "I am not afraid of you."
