The hunt was successful, she had killed the named target and one of her own targets, that was one less monster in the world full of monsters, only difference was she too was now a monster. She had drunk the blood of her last kill, fed on them until they were dry, not even a drop spilled on the streets. She could have used her powers to incapacitate her victims, but she was not sure how to do it, if there were rules or limits on its usage and asking questions was not a good idea, she did not wish to appear weak, especially since she had just been invited, accepted into their ranks.
She hung around near her family's old home, it was peaceful, she risked being seen, sat upon the roof, looking down but she did not care, she just wanted to feel close to them, it made it hurt a little less, her broken heart was not at their loss, but at the fact that she would never see them again, she would never look upon their faces, so similar to her own, and be able to tell them she avenged them that their murders did not go unpunished.
"You come here often," Bowen commented as he climbed up and sat beside her.
"Yes, there is an odd comfort in it," she admitted, letting a tear roll down her cheek. "I suppose you are going to say it is wrong, am I right?" she asked as she looked out into the distance, her eyes illuminating the night for her.
"There is no shame in mourning those dear to us, those we have lost and will not see again, just as long as you are careful," he replied with a gentler smile than she was used to, it almost suited him perfectly, but she had gotten used to his haunting smile.
"Did you lose someone?" she asked.
"A daughter, it was many years ago. She was taken by the guards, abused by them, tossed around like a plaything for them. It took her two days to die, I could not end her suffering for her, not my own child and I was weak, ill, I could not defend her. I avenged her, of course but revenge comes at a price."
Every avenger knew that price, not just on the mind but on the soul. Killing someone killed a part of the soul, left a void that could not be filled, it broke the person until there was little left on their mind but vengeance. She was going to be like Bowen one day, a tutor, a teacher and an avenger for just others, having taken the lives of those who did not deserve them yet arguably, that made her the same. There were many questions, debates that could go on forever about taking lives, how it made someone no better than the monster whose life they had stolen but No One was not interested in those arguments, she lived by the rules of her allies now, her own choice, of course.
He put his finger to his lips as he pointed to a guard. Her smile turned deadly, as cold as ice. If it were within her power, she had no doubt the man would be frozen solid, but that would be no fun at all, instead she crept, sliding down from the roof, keeping a safe and reasonable distance from him. He had not seen her, her senses guessed he was not looking for her, just looking for trouble but the gods had presented them both with a rare treat, another victim.
Bowen was close, she could sense her own. He crept up right behind the guard, slamming his hand down on his shoulder, syphoning his energy to make him weak, make it easy for the pair, it was not as fun but there were fewer chances of it being witnessed by others, a guard or two was easy enough to handle but a mob of people? That was tricky.
She ran her brother's dagger across his throat, drinking his blood as it squirted but she was not just after the blood, she wanted something more than that, she wanted his life, to mark another name off her list of victims. Every guard she came across was on that list, they were all given permission to raid, to kill any house their commanders pointed to, usually it was anyone who had given them trouble, but No One was not going to wait for the commander to point that guard to a home, where another family would be butchered for fun, their home ransacked, their items stolen. If she could prevent it, she would, no matter the cost, forgetting the cost.
"I need to learn to do that," she commented.
"Syphon? Easily taught."
"About your daughter... how old was she, when she... died?".
"Sixteen. She would be in fifties by now, if she had lived."
"You still miss her?".
"Always."
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No One
Vampire***Cover by trista-*** No One describes a girl of seventeen who has lost everything and everyone. To survive, she becomes something else, begins to walk down the path of revenge, hoping that vengeance will bring her the joy she seeks. Revenge i...
