willingness on your part toward me would seem at least suspicious.”
I grin implicitly, looking at her the silver bracelet on her wrist that I once wear. She put her hand quickly on the bracelet. Now she knows that I know.
“So... You came to kill me?”
Her voice slightly trembles.
“I came to do only what you did to me. The only difference between us is that I am not going to fail, of course.”
She stares at me, slowly sipping from her glass.
“If you do this, you will become Hunters Order’s enemy, you know that. There will be no place in this world where you can hide by hunters.”
My smile just becomes larger.
“It seems to me that you just said that everyone thinks I have gone, or that I'm dead.”
“Not Nikos.”
I look at her pretty amazed, waiting for an explanation.
“Nikos never believed that you have simply disappeared. He is convinced that something happened to you have, but he can’t believe that you're dead.”
“Probably.” I say. “But just as well no one will know what will happen here, today.”
But in my soul I know that by killing her, I sign my own sentence. I know that killing her means that I will no longer have peace until I have got rid of my pursuers, hunters and vampires. But without doing what I came to do, it would be to live equally, staring over my shoulder, wondering who would want to kill me, and who will succeed in the end. So it would be the same thing. Because my signature scent it will show clearly to the hunters who was here today, and who it will be Cassiopia’s killer. She reads in my eyes the lack of hesitation. She doesn’t even sigh.
“Will you ever say to Nikos that I loved him, and how much? Will you tell Nikos why you did what you are now about to do?”
“I don't have to apologize to anybody for my acts.”
“Perhaps I should thank you that you’re not going to say anything to him, how I tried to kill you. But I won’t do it. I won’t do it, because I hate you and I despise you too much for that.”
“Don't you worry.” I say sarcastically “I don't need your thanks.”
I get up from the armchair, adopting a fighting position.
“It won’t be the case for that,” she says. “I don’t want to fight you. I want them to find me as beautiful when my hunters will come.”
“I know you’re not going to fight me. If you had it in mind, perhaps, you haven’t behaved so unworthy for a huntress to make deals with the enemies of the Order, with the vampires.”
I see that my words a touch her heavily. Her dark skin becomes pale. She put the glass down, with a sudden gesture. She starts coughing. She tries to clear her throat. She leads a hand to her throat, as if she can no longer breathe. Then, she starts to wheeze. The moment she falls, I unintentionally catch her.
“What have you done?” I ask her softly.
She grimaces, while white foam gathers around her red lips. I can clearly see now the despise on her features, this time a contempt towards her own person.
“What I know best. To choose the simplest path, the path of the cowards.”
I lay her carefully on the couch.
“You were right. I couldn't fight you. Because you're better. You are better than all of us. And now, if we have fought, it would have been just as useless. I knew I don’t stand a chance in front of you. In a fight, or for Nikos’s love.”
Another spasm and cough cut her words.
“But what really does thrill me, is that you don't even want him. What makes me hate you with all my fiber is that you hurt him, that he unstoppably suffers because of you.”
“Stop talking.” I say to her. “Maybe there is still a way to...”
“No,” she wheezes, “there is no way for me to escape. This vampire blood is nothing but a poison…”
I sardonically grin.
“I understand now why you were so generous with it.”
Once again, I'm glad I resisted the call from inside me, and I never poured that stuff in one glass as she was absent. She clears her throat once
I grin implicitly, looking at her the silver bracelet on her wrist that I once wear. She put her hand quickly on the bracelet. Now she knows that I know.
“So... You came to kill me?”
Her voice slightly trembles.
“I came to do only what you did to me. The only difference between us is that I am not going to fail, of course.”
She stares at me, slowly sipping from her glass.
“If you do this, you will become Hunters Order’s enemy, you know that. There will be no place in this world where you can hide by hunters.”
My smile just becomes larger.
“It seems to me that you just said that everyone thinks I have gone, or that I'm dead.”
“Not Nikos.”
I look at her pretty amazed, waiting for an explanation.
“Nikos never believed that you have simply disappeared. He is convinced that something happened to you have, but he can’t believe that you're dead.”
“Probably.” I say. “But just as well no one will know what will happen here, today.”
But in my soul I know that by killing her, I sign my own sentence. I know that killing her means that I will no longer have peace until I have got rid of my pursuers, hunters and vampires. But without doing what I came to do, it would be to live equally, staring over my shoulder, wondering who would want to kill me, and who will succeed in the end. So it would be the same thing. Because my signature scent it will show clearly to the hunters who was here today, and who it will be Cassiopia’s killer. She reads in my eyes the lack of hesitation. She doesn’t even sigh.
“Will you ever say to Nikos that I loved him, and how much? Will you tell Nikos why you did what you are now about to do?”
“I don't have to apologize to anybody for my acts.”
“Perhaps I should thank you that you’re not going to say anything to him, how I tried to kill you. But I won’t do it. I won’t do it, because I hate you and I despise you too much for that.”
“Don't you worry.” I say sarcastically “I don't need your thanks.”
I get up from the armchair, adopting a fighting position.
“It won’t be the case for that,” she says. “I don’t want to fight you. I want them to find me as beautiful when my hunters will come.”
“I know you’re not going to fight me. If you had it in mind, perhaps, you haven’t behaved so unworthy for a huntress to make deals with the enemies of the Order, with the vampires.”
I see that my words a touch her heavily. Her dark skin becomes pale. She put the glass down, with a sudden gesture. She starts coughing. She tries to clear her throat. She leads a hand to her throat, as if she can no longer breathe. Then, she starts to wheeze. The moment she falls, I unintentionally catch her.
“What have you done?” I ask her softly.
She grimaces, while white foam gathers around her red lips. I can clearly see now the despise on her features, this time a contempt towards her own person.
“What I know best. To choose the simplest path, the path of the cowards.”
I lay her carefully on the couch.
“You were right. I couldn't fight you. Because you're better. You are better than all of us. And now, if we have fought, it would have been just as useless. I knew I don’t stand a chance in front of you. In a fight, or for Nikos’s love.”
Another spasm and cough cut her words.
“But what really does thrill me, is that you don't even want him. What makes me hate you with all my fiber is that you hurt him, that he unstoppably suffers because of you.”
“Stop talking.” I say to her. “Maybe there is still a way to...”
“No,” she wheezes, “there is no way for me to escape. This vampire blood is nothing but a poison…”
I sardonically grin.
“I understand now why you were so generous with it.”
Once again, I'm glad I resisted the call from inside me, and I never poured that stuff in one glass as she was absent. She clears her throat once
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