and every fine detail you learn of him, to me. And then, I want you to bait him out and I will torture him, for as long as his pathetic human life lasts for, just as he had done to my own familiar. To Whitney, he took that lifetime away from her, and he took both of our happiness,” Tythian hissed, in his most exposed expression.
I wanted to kill Whitney’s brother, just as much as he did; for what he had done to the precious and joyful Whitney, but it was Tythian’s right above everyone else’s. It infuriated me that I was lied to, and he stole the memory and truth from Whitney. But, I could not pass that judgement any longer in this deformed world. He did what he thought to be best for Whitney. And her brother certainly deserved a lifetime of torture. While Tythian focused on him alone, I could kill all those that practiced on humans in such a way, to try and create new Hunters. I did not care for the humans. But I cared for one in particular, and that moment with Whitney, was what would propel me into fixating on the human facilities. If not for Tythian’s and my own alignment- but for my own sought out justice and blood thirst. I wanted those humans dead.
“For all the time in the world you stand here and debate with me, you have left your friends exposed without both of our protection. We should be heading back for the tunnels.” Tythian held out his hand and looked away, as if my touch revolted him.
“I will go with Yolo. I can do that,” I agreed. This was something that we both wanted. For a moment, I thought I saw a streak of relief pass over the usually so composed Tythian. I grabbed his forearm and was instantly thrown back into the tunnels, and in front of the door. Chase now guarded the front, his arms crossed over. I detested that he was left to guard the door when he himself was at risk of being overthrown by the vampires of this coven.
Stop doing that, Chase growled at me internally. He had no connection with me when Tythian and I went elsewhere. He opened the door. Connor and Yolo were impartial to his entrance.
“Well, baby sis looks a bit healthier,” Yolo said, with a gleam in his eyes. I looked at my mother, still foreign to the ideal of an extended family. She stood against the wall, finely narrowing a piece of wood with her knife.
“What is your plan of attack?” She asked. It was very different to see my mother as she is now. We were never within the same group, even within the Guild. We didn’t so often fight together. So to now have her by my side and instead initiating her own plan and to wait for mine; was both an honor, but also a precautionary on her behalf- Because I was the ticking time bomb. She had to follow my movement as she knew she couldn’t restrain me. My mother fought by my side, but only because of her own purpose; which for all Hunters within the Guild, it was to protect humans, we no longer had that. All of us Hunters here; had no purpose, and to follow someone, who thought they knew what they were doing, seemed easier. I had no idea what the right path was, but I never doubted my steps. The first and foremost was getting the Hunters out of here and finding a safe place for all of them, including Chase.
“I want to go to the human facility with you,” I said to Yolo. “My first priority is finding somewhere safe for Julia and Dillian. If they can live amongst humans, then I would like to find out if that place is safe for them.”
“A place where they experiment on humans and are trying to create new hunters; what makes you think they won’t experiment on a pair of hunters?” Connor said distastefully. Connor’s hatred and distrust in the humans was obvious, even if I hadn’t been informed of it, the hiss that came of the word ‘human’ when he spoke was blatant. His worst assumption of the humans was one I had already
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