Zuriña was walking through one of the gardens that night and she stumbled of a familiar flower. Crouching to have a look,she recalled it was a flower she had once seen in a textbook with Yiannais.
The evening breeze suddenly changed to a very heavy one and she frowned on recognizing the presence of her sworn enemy.
"I don't know what changed your mind..." She was saying as she rose. "...but I'm glad we have met so quickly. Because I just might have blown up the entire Amelia island. Don't you think so?Yiannais...Let's finish this."
He slipped his hands into his pocket."You know I watched a recent news and the newscaster kept talking about the vampire disaster coming to an end because people have started to take the vaccine." He scoffed.
"Vampires disappearing? Disasters coming to an end? I mean in a few hours, the place will become a vampire's haven."
"You are crazy. You're completely insane."
"But I still haven't gotten enough power. That's why I need your heart. After eating your heart, the moment midnight strikes, every tv broadcast channel will be showing my live broadcast and most humans will become vampires." He said, expecting her to throw the first hit but to his surprise, she burst into laughter.
"What? Why are you laughing?...You think I can't do it?" He asked.
"Vampire world?" She laughed. "You were talking about it as if it's something amazing, but you think I don't know?" She asked as her laughter slowly died down. "You don't want to become a king."
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"You just want to kill every single human in this country. I kept on thinking about this...the reason you are doing all of this. I couldn't figure it out as I was feeling betrayed..."
"You don't have to know about it..."
"But I think I know now. Is it because of your right eye?" She asked and he turned to glare at her.
"Don't talk more than that." He snarled. So that was the reason.
"You think that's a valid reason? You really think it's a good reason to kill everyone? All the people in this country?"
"I said stop." He yelled, his fists burning almost immediately.
"You still don't get it, do you?" She asked and he advanced towards her, his fist pointed in her direction and she came hoverimg towards him in response. However, he was surprised when the flames on his fists suddenly went off without causing damage to her.
He raised a shocked look to Zuriña, who took advantage of the diversion to punch him hard, carving her fist on his face.
"You weren't a guy this psychotic." She said as she marched over to where he was.
"You were not." She screamed into his face and registered a jab to his nose. "Just why did you become like this?"
She sent another hit to his mouth and blood spilled out as he kept watching her beat him up.
"Tell me why...Give me a good reason." She yelled, pulling him by the collar as she shook him.
"Actually I have something I want to say to you, Zuriña...Do you know what it feels like to live in hell?" He asked.
"What?"
He turned to spit out the blood in his mouth before he turned back to her. "The pain feels as if water feels up your lungs anytime you breathe. No matter how hard you try...you can't get out of the water and then, dying slowly without knowing the reason why you had to go through all that."
"What the hell are you talking about, you jerk?"
"Have you ever gotten disciplined? You haven't, right? One day, my mom's boyfriend started to discipline me everyday...He would always claim he was doing it for me. And then, he introduced me to smuggling things to repay my mother's debt. Hope was never on my side.
Occasionally, I would see fathers walking their sons back home from school and discussing what they would have for lunch...but mine was never live that."
What was he trying to pull? She wondered.
"I would return home and my mother would smile down at me and took the money I had made for the day before asking me what he want for dinner. She never for once asked where I had gotten the money or what my source of money was.
School? It was hell too. I was bullied at school too and even teachers would turn a blind eye, despite knowing I was always the victim, for the fear of offending the parents of richer kids...I often ran away for fear of dying in school. I walked around searching for a place no one would recognize me and that day, I met you.
Do you remember the night you gave me that candy at the play ground?"
Her hand trembled on recalling the incident.