“Oh, I’m afraid not. It’s… it’s a long story.”
A hand scratches at the back of her neck, sadness and anger entangling her soul all at one.
This topic was touchy.
“Apologies, dear… my name is Mary. Mary Reid.”
She stretches her hand out to the other, offering a toothy grin.
He was going to say something else until he heard her confession. What? Her own brother? If he thought Cazador was a bitch transforming and hunting people on the streets...how can a brother do that to a sister.
“Your own brother? No wonder you tried. Little bastard...tell me »
“Oh, I can assure you, dear, that I’m not lost and harmless.”
She chuckles softly, quickly slipping away as a sudden numbness came over her at his question.
“…My brother.”
She looked up to meet his eyes. Even after 200 years, her brother being her master still fuels her +
Her brows furrow together in sympathy.
“Your master sounds quite… malicious. I’m glad you escaped.”
She tucks a strand of her long, black hair behind her ear, sighing softly at his words.
“I hope bigger animals taste better than rats because that was… disgusting. Can you +
He blinks...that was something so peculiar.
“Only humans? Hmm. Quite the talent or brutality. Or both. I never drinked from a person until I escapes my master, you know? Only rats, vermin. Disgusting blood.”
He scoffs looking at the woman now.
“You can drink other animals. »