Written in Her Blood

Chapter Three

The four story house loomed before Natasha as Anna removed her helmet and pulled out a set of keys from her jacket pocket. Anna glanced over her shoulder, waiting for the awestruck girl to her. "Is it bigger then you expected? My family can't seem to resist large houses... you should have seen the vineyard in Paris." She smiled and walked up the steps, the taste of her family's wine tingling on her tongue.

The interior was just as extravagant as the outside, from designer flooring to rare painting on the walls. Anna seemed to be walking with renewed vigor as if she might get caught and scolded for leaving mud on the Persian rugs. A beautiful woman rounded the corner, blocking the girls' path. Her red eyes probed Natasha like prey. "Ooo, Anna who's the cute snack?" Anna scowled at her mother, trying not to gag. The woman was such a pain in the ass. Had they not been blood related she would've killed the bitch. "None of your concern, Marsa, now if you'll excuse me. We've got studying to do..." She shoved the older woman out of the way, sending her crashing in the wall and clearing a path.

Upon entering Anna's room, Natasha was overwhelmed with the by the number of sketches, framed poems, journals, books, sketchbooks and paintings were scattered throughout the room. Most of the paintings and the sketches that hung from the walls were  two girls together. There was one that hung over the bed that was just one girl. her hair was the color of fire and blood and her eyes were a vibrant icy blue. Natasha stared for a long time seeing her own face staring back at her. She looked at the largest painting on the walls. two girls sitting under the trees everything tinged a red-gold. "Her name was Sandra. Sandra Carson." Natasha looked surprised. She looked so peaceful with her head in the lap of the singing brunette. "Who is this singing? Is that you?" Anna looked lost in thought . "None of your goddamn business.." Anna picked Nat up emotions swarming in her mind. "Forgot you ever came here, do you understand? For your own safety, FORGET!" She dragged her to the front door and tossed her out slipping something into her pocket as she did so. "See you at school Wells.." The great oaken doors of the mansion closed leaving Natasha alone on the front steps.

Anna smashed her easel. What the fuck was she thinking. She risked a shit load by bringing her here. Her family could've killed her. She could've killed her. Or worse she could've have kissed her. All her old wounds were opening up, Sandra's death hit her with full force yet again her body was numbing it self as she sank to the floor.

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Natasha wandered towards her apartment trying to process everything. Why was she jealous of a painted woman... and what the hell was Anna trying to hide? She had just met her and yet everything she knew about the supernatural was going down the drain. Her hunter instincts told her to kill Mark and Anna but she didn't have the strength to do it. She reached into her pocket to find a piece of paper. What the.. Scrawled quickly was two words: I'M SORRY. She shoved it back in her pocket and kept walking trying to get the freaking vampire girl off her mind. A world class monster hunter couldn't be consumed by emotions for a vampiric demon.

They're monsters. Nothing but monsters.

She walked with a renewed vigor and rushed into her apartment, slamming the door behind her. She lean against the door, letting herself slide to the floor. Why do monsters have to have the faces of angels.... Nat hugged her knees not knowing that, half way across the city, Anna was doing the same thing behind huge oaken doors. The nights event had sent shockwaves through both of them but one thing was perfectly clear:

They were both falling for the one person they could never had.