Hermia smiled slightly through her hands, she quickly wiped her face as she looked at him for the first time since they'd been reunited.
She couldn't scream for help, she'd draw unwanted attention as well as wanted. She couldn't find her way home and she couldn't find her way to anyone else. Hermia growled slightly and chased off in the direction that River had gone.
"I don't know if I can stop..." She said, her head dropping into her hands as she fought back sobs. "What if this it what I've become now...?"
Hermia kicked dirt at the destroyed vampire, just to add a greater level of insult as it was impossible for her to ever forgive her for what she'd done. She looked around to see if there were any other vampiric onlookers she could take down while she was at it. She looked around, panic starting to set in as she realised the gravity of the situation: She was lost in a wood full of vampires and werewolves as well as the usual woodland fiends.
"I do..." She trembled. "I've said, and thought, and done horrible things since you left. I wanted to die, I wanted you to die, I killed... I hated you and I loved you more then I ever thought possible. I've drunk myself into a coma, I tried everything I could possibly think of to numb the pain, to forget... I don't even know me anymore, let alone you..."
She dropped the now still corpse onto the floor with a satisfied snort. Her chocolate fur drenched in blood. Ocean looked around, she'd lost her direction long ago. She was unable to figure out what why was forward and what way was back.
"I'm sorry..." She mumbled quietly, her voice shaking with tears she refused to let fall. She was too proud, too strong to break down into sobs, or at least so she told herself. "O-Okay..."
There was the darkly organic sound of tearing flesh as Hermia fulfilled her wolfish-duty; Protect the humans, kill the vampires. She was deaf to whatever sounds of pain came from the vampire girl as she shook her about. Meanwhile in another part of the woods Ocean was quickly trekking through the trees. She could hear noises in the woods, unsettling ones. Ones that made her feel like she was being followed.
"It'll all be okay..." He said quietly, trying not to disturb everyone else around them. He gently kissed her forehead.
"I know you are..." Hermia said quietly, removing her hand from his face and rubbing her arm nervously. "I-I hope you're right..." She whimpered quietly.
With a frightening speed Hermia jumped at the vampire girl, closing her jaws around the first thing it made contact with.
Casey squeezed her shoulder supportively.
"Yeah... Well..." Hermia said, looking down at the floor. Lake nodded slightly, trying her best not to let her tears spill down her face.
Hermia snapped Blaise, no longer trying to hold back. Her rage at her for trying to murder River bubbling up and boiling over inside of her.
Casey sighed and looked back to the front of the venue, deciding that it was better to pay his respects to his passed on father-in-law than glare at his useless brother-in-law.
"You thought what you were doing was right then I expect..." She said, moving her hand out of his hair and tracing over the scar on his cheek. Lake stifled a sob.
Hermia quickly grabbed the vampire by the front of her clothes, picking her up and shaking her around in her giant jaws before throwing her as hard as possible into the nearest tree and quickly leaping after her so as not to give a window for escape.
As Jordan made his more then just a little late appearance Casey looked over at him, daggers in his eyes. Though once he saw the bruises he gained a little more concern in his look, but not a lot. He was still furious at how ill Jordan had made Lyra through his immature behaviour, and that wasn't going to change any time soon. Once Elle had seen her older brother turn around to look she turned too. Her eyes fixed firmly on her brother-in-law/ex-boyfriend. She too was none to impressed with his shallow behaviour of late, but she at least had slightly more sympathy for him. For she too knew what it was like to be heart broken.
For the first time in years a small smile twitched at the corner of her lips as she softly ran her hand through his hair. "It sounds like the last six years for you have been hell..." She mumbled quietly, her lips barely moving as her eyes traced his face. In the last few years he'd even grown to look different, as had she. As she grew to realise this the sinking feeling of despair rose up in her stomach once again, they barely even recognised each other any more. She's lost all her wide eyed innocence the day he left, the girly clothes and big shining eyes had quickly faded away into something more practical. Less clothing meant less to be wrecked when she shifted, and it also got her attention when she walked down the street. Attention she couldn't hear or see because of the imprint, but she still wanted it. Just not from the strangers, she wanted it from him. "Why didn't he just tell us in the first place...?" Lake asked quietly, her voice pathetic and weak. It was obvious she was on the verge of tears, she hated people keeping secrets. And she hated her children being in danger more.
Hermia looked worriedly at him and gently stroked his hair in a comforting way. She didn't know what to say, there was a whole lot you could say to someone in that situation. Lake nodded in agreement, after six years nothing was taking her son away again. OOC- I'm going to head to bed now. Night night.
