Since Emily was already up and dressed and pissed off at Eric, Emily decided to look in the mirror. She looked determined. Her eyes were an unnatural and perfect shade of blue. They flashed silver again. Was that a new thing that happened to people like herself?
Emily walked to the kitchen and quietly poured herself a glass of milk. It tasted weird. She instantly vomited it back up. Was it expired? She checked the expiration date. It didn't expire until July the 20th. The day before Emily's birthday. It was brand new. Emily looked outside. There was lightening in the distance. It was going to storm later. She grabbed some kitchen knives. She needed to be trained in all weapons if she wanted to protect herself from Eric and keep him away from her.
No matter how much she ran, Eric would always find her and he would eventually get to her. If she could do such a terrible thing to Ian, she could surely kill Eric. She certainly hoped that she could.
"You've already tried to kill me remember? That didn't turn out very well." There had to be a way to kill Eric. She would ask her uncle or maybe research how to kill....Emily didn't know the name of what she was. She just knew that, according to her uncle, she was a descendant of a spirit. A brutal spirit of revenge and murder.
What could that possibly be called? Emily considered this for a moment. The word descendants popped into her head. She liked that name, she felt a connection to it. That was what she was; a descendant.
Emily walked outside and started throwing knives at the tree. She was good at it. She never missed. She took the knives out and laid them down. She began up kick and punch the tree. She was practicing, she was training. She wasn't normal. She would never be normal but she wasn't going to be a monstrous killer either.
Hugh smiled as he drank his hot and steamy cup of blood. His niece was screaming in frustration and anger. She was training perfectly, as if she had been trained before. He was amazed at how everything came so naturally to her.
He was extremely proud of her. She kept training and training and training. She trained for nearly seven hours and she wasn't even exhausted at all. In fact, she only seemed to get more and more energy, as if she was feeding off of something. What was she absorbing energy from? He worried because she was showing her natural affinity for the element of spirit which she got from her father.
