Somehow they had learned my pathetic story and as they all understood from it what they could, the look in their eyes went through so many motions. Love, pain, fear, and sadly worry had made their imprints on their faces. It was heartbreaking to see Chloe's eyes dim a little, her smile disappear and her head burry itself if Aidan's chest. Aidan's arms naturally wrapped around the weeping girl and he held her so close into him that I was afraid she might melt into the very essence of his soul.
"All I could do is kneel by her side and pull her limp body to my chest." I finished feeling tears forming in my eyes as they all left.
Out of the blue, she stood and pushed her chair into the wall. The noise from this sudden movement triggered a protective side in Aidan, who now squeezed the child even tighter than before, as if Lilith's anger could reach around his shield and pierce us all. She came towards me with the tact of a panther, her eyes glistening in the light with such a predatorial glare that froze my blood within my veins.
The blanket on her shoulders hit the ground as her hand found my neck and pressed me into the brick wall behind me. She sneered and growled and as her face came within inches of my own, her voice broke through the silence.
"You idiot! You fake!" She screamed. "Don't sit there and lie to us about feeling sorry. Look me in the eyes and tell me your body didn't fucking convulse at the sight of her blood. Tell me that your body wasn't whimpering for it!"
All I could do was look at her, the anger within me surfacing finally.
"You pathetic piece of dirt. You know you wanted more than anything to dig your face in her wounds and have one last taste of her. One last drop of sweet, incredible blood before it was all over. Don't sit here and make them all feel sorry for you. DON'T feel sorry for yourself. You're a predator. The being that goes 'bump' in the night. The hunter of the hunters! Yet you see yourself as a damned angel. As a fallen from grace creature. No. Look at yourself! You're pathetic! You have no pride to be what you are. No will to fight for what you believe in. You're a waste of space and energy, and better yet, a waste of my time." she let go of my throat and knelt next to me after I slid down the wall and onto the cold ground.
"I'm sorry." she calmly said after a few moments.
"Don't be. You're right."
"I don't like people who feel sorry for themselves. It makes them weak. You cannot fight for something and someone else unless you fight for yourself first. You are what you are and ought to very well accept it before it eats you alive, before it consumes you, before..." she paused and glanced at me for a long moment "... before you get yourself taken away from me. Love makes us weak. Only our predatorial instincts keep us safe. We fight for ourselves and then fight for each other. Uderstand?"
"Love makes us weak?" I asked her. "Then you truly have never been in love. So close to someone it hurts. So close it feels so good. Have you? If love makes us weak, I'd rather be it than a cold creature. You have that role covered." I spit back in her face.
Then. Then she kissed me.
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