⊹ 《15TH JUNE》
Perhaps Jet would regret telling her about the hunt.
Whatever. She would have gone in search of prey, either way.
'Come with us.' He'd texted. 'A church that called us in an emergency. Forget those bloodsuckers.'
But she couldn't. Not when they were Muroni.
Kiaravell would never admit it, preferring to keep an emotionless mask when she was hunting or doing business of any kind, but there were creatures that she hunted purely for sport. Muroni vampires were at the top of that list. Their empowered blood was simply the icing on the cake. Never was there a Muroni who wasn't arrogant and mortal-hating. No, forget that. They brought chaos to everyone and everything outside of their clan. And tonight, she'd be hunting newbloods. All the better.
It was satisfying, their expressions before and after she'd captured and drained one of their own. The cockiness draining from their faces. But that's when it starts to get interesting. When they decide to go all out. Muroni's and their blood magic. Formidable... but they were still prey. And after all these years, the Black Angel had pretty much learned all of their tricks. Their most lethal was blood magic.
"Shame." She said, seemingly disinterested. "My blood does not bend to your will."
Kiaravell was quite bored after having dispatched the seventh one. She stared down the last two. These were different. They didn't back down nor showed the slightest hint of fear. And then, they changed. She was caught off-guard and could only stare at who was now in front of her.
Kaleovell; her had-been king and father.
Kianvell; her precious baby brother.
Both she knew to have been gone for centuries now.
From that point on, their tactics were predictable. A long-winded guilt trip. Before the fake-Kaleovell could finish his fourth or so sentence, Kiaravell caused him to disintegrate with the barest touch of a finger. She'd vowed never to use the curse against anyone, not even her enemies, but right now... there was nothing but anger. The remaining one sputtered and broke his illusion, possibly out of disbelief that they were seen through. Kiaravell stalked over to him.
"You..." Bloodlust dripped like poison from her dulcet tones. "You tell him to prepare himself. You tell him that I'm coming."
She watched as the newblood scampered off, tripping over his feet a couple of times before flitting off to wherever it was they were hiding. No sooner than when he was out of sight did Kiaravell sink to her knees. Her head was spinning. Her entire frame was shaking from barely-controlled rage. It was him. All along, it was him. The illusion, the trickery. Why didn't she realise it sooner? Only a Muroni would be able to pull off something so real... but how? How did he know about her past? How much of it? He knew enough to bring back her loved ones and to make her believe that they-- that she hadn't lost them.
How dare he desecrate their memory.
She couldn't take it anymore. Everything around her either slowly disintegrated or was reduced to ash by blue flames. Both her flames and curse were going berserk, but she couldn't care less. There was no one around for her to hurt nor hear her screaming bloody murder into the night. It was hours before she finally calmed down and made her way back to the Chez Tzaz. She did say she'd be there in the morning.
On her way, she passed by a television store and briefly heard, "... no traces of what locals said to have been an 'unearthly blue flame' anywhere. The buildings and trees around the area simply disappeared."
As if on cue, her phone rang. Jet. "What is it?"
"Don't give me that. What the hell were you thinking?!"
"It was abandoned."
"Someone could have seen you."
"I'll talk to you later."
"Wait-"
Just like that, she hung up.
The minute she entered her room, Kiaravell locked the door behind her. She dug through her things until she found several clear bottles of liquid; the medicine she'd bought from Sam. She hesitated, at first. She knew what the consequences would be, but goddamn. Anything to have these ugly emotions in her disappear. If that meant not being able to feel anything at all for a day or two, then so be it.
"I'm sorry, Jet."
-Summary of a private RP.-
