The last time...
That morning was the last time I set eyes on Will. When I left for my room, Grandpa and Will had been talking about something that he hadn't wanted me to hear.

     Then I never saw him again.

Day after day, I waited.
Weeks turned to months, seasons shifted, months decayed to years... One year, two years, three whole years.

    I was bound to lose hope of ever seeing him again. He could have been dead for all the world cared. There were too many villains out there, each, wanting to dominate Black Hills. I was drawn into the war, ruling beside Grandpa... Together, we crashed most of the rebellions.

      After the first two years, things seemed to settle. The Cruise was in control, more stronger and vibrant.
Our territory had grown. But so many humans, Natalines, and Undeads had lost their lives in the war.
It had been nasty, the TV never ceased broadcasting all the killings that happened.

       I had wanted to stay. But Grandpa had sent me off to some countryside in Europe, as if they wouldn't get me there. Fortunately, none ever did.
  
Finally, I had returned to Black Hills months after things fell back to normal. Everyday, I peeped outside the window, hoping that someday, I'd see him.

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   "It's your twenty first birthday Agatha!" Mary yelled over the loud music booming from the wide speakers situated and every corner and inch of the pub.
   We were dancing, but I was more lost in the kind of scolding I'd get from Grandpa if he found out I was in a club. Ha! He could suck it up!

     "So?"
She grinned stupidly, whirling around so fast that her hair splashed all over her face.
   "When was the last time you kissed a man?"
I stopped moving to think. Bodies continued slamming into me from any side, and I wanted to punch someone clean.

   "I don't know."
With that I continued flowing to the music.
Suddenly, my wrist was caught and I was dragged towards the edge of the dancing  floor. The countless bottles behind the counter shone with utter glory in the purple light. They were calling for me, I almost drooled, but a little slap hauled me back to earth.
     
   "See there!" Mary asked pointing at one of the males sitting by the counters. He wore a fitting black T-shirt and I could see the black boots from under his stool. "Pretend you're drunk and throw yourself at him."
   "Oh my! He's a damn Nataline Mary. I can smell him." I barked at her fiercely.
A sly grin kissed her raspberry lips.

"I know. Which is why it's bound to be fun. Not like we're at war anymore." She spat rolling her green eyes. "Do it if you're no chicken." When I opened my mouth to protest, she interrupted with chicken mimicking. "Qwuack! Qwuack!"
"Okay. Stop that! It's really weird and odd!"
   Gathering some feminism and courage, I inhaled, the matched towards the male. Act drunk, drunk people don't walk straight you imbecile! My inner self scolded.
I started staggering, never glancing back, though could hear Marys laughter.
   As if I didn't give two cares, I pushed myself between the counter edge, and the man's chest. Placing a hand on his left shoulder to look into his eyes, my fake drunkard state poofed.

     Those charcoal-black eyes, that hair, that face... Sure other features had changed, like his jaw. It appeared more firm, and prominent. And his upper body, like he had lived in the gym his entire life.

"W-Will?"
His eyes sent a dagger in my chest. A cold loathe-full scowl that promised to break every inch and space in my body.
    "Get the fuck off of me you little whore! Is that how girls in Black Hill behave?"

He forgot. Oh no! He forgot me!

I swallowed embarrassedly, and slowly lifted my body off of his lap.
   A snort from him  pondered the shock of his words like a hammer in my chest.
...girls in Black Hill...
What had he meant by that? He had once lived here? How could he speak as if that had never happened.

Suddenly, two familiar slim hands took my arms. I'd long forgotten about the loud blasting music, about Mary, about, myself.
"Has that bastard hurt you? I'll go square his-" "No!" Snapped quickly. "I...I don't feel too well. Please, let's leave."

   Mary frowned.
"But we haven't finished our date yet. It's been only one freaking hou-" "I have a headache. Let's go!"

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, studied the short red hairs crowding at the edges of my head, the mascara hadn't worn off, nor the eyeliner.
    "You look dazzling!" A whisper fell in my ear, before the intruder came in sight... I'd gotten used to his unwanted presence no matter how much I locked my door and windows.
Our eyes met on the mirror as he walked from behind the curtains like a reaper ready to harvest a soul.

   "What? I came to check if you're here. Was told you had gone for a drink?"
I just glared. Hoping he'd shoo off on his own. "Don't give me the silent treatment honey. I'm just concerned about my soulmate." Harry Blue said with raw mockery.
"Get out!" I hissed at his reflection.

   He grinned. "We getting feisty eh? I've always loved your resistance. Makes me, crave for more."
   "Get out or I'll have you thrown in the dungeons!"

Harry stopped only when he was a few inches behind me. As he was about to touch me, a feminine hand grasped it. Ops! Mine. I'd improved greatly on my reflexes. Speed nailing it like any good fighter. And had killed close to a hundred bloodsuckers over the three years.

      I shot my right hand above his left side of the chest. Saw his green eyes go round.
"This where you love your aims, hm?" Mocked leaning closer to scowl in his eyes.
A sly devilish grin caressed Harry's features as he stepped even closer, letting my fingers dig deep to his flesh.
     "No. Actually, it's like this!"

I was spun in a blur, and fingers stabbed my back like daggers. His nails, deadly and sharp were starting to tear my skin. I flinched at my image on the mirror, caught Harry's satisfied smirk.
   "Now you understand how my victims feels before I rip their precious beating hearts out and lick the blood off my hand, before peeing on their bodies."
Had he said piss on dead, heart-less bodies? He really was a sick psycho bastard.

    "You lost your mind!" I accused disgusted.

   A roar of laughter erupted as he let go... I stepped to the side, leaving him to face the mirror while I reached for something from my waistband...
     "When will you give in and accept that I'm your soulmate, Agatha? I'm done playing hide and seek like little kids. You're twenty one now!" Harry hissed approaching me.
The hand behind me  clutched the dagger for dear life. My eyes watching his slow pace.
    He pushed back the blonde hairs at his front, exposing a scar I hadn't noticed. Generally, Harry had grown significantly over the past years. He allowed himself to grow till he now looked like was in his thirties. He had a beard, which he always shaved clean to get rid of its existence.

   True, the demon was good-looking than ever, but I'd never forgive him for ruining Will. He killed two humans in cold blood, as well as many others I had no idea of. There was this repulsion, and it's from way back at highschool.
     "I'm never giving in to you Harry. Not in this life, or the next! I'd rather offer myself to a street beggar than a monster like yo-"

     My elbow was caught, I was tugged, and body slammed against his.

       There was a glow in those green eyes, poison running through them, coldness as in the south pole... Harry Blue had died, and all I ever saw was the monster that had taken his place. Or maybe he'd always been a monster when he was human.
     

  Those eyes were lowered down between our bodies, and up at me with a lazy grin.
     "Wanna cut off my balls? You got guts honey." He whispered bringing his face down to mine. I edged, but the dagger remained at his crotch.

   "Why you moving? You're holding the weapon against me."

Something dropped on my balcony. I jerked snapping fully out of Harry's reach, and was rushing for the glass doors outside... He was there when I stepped out in the cold night air.

    "Get back in the room Agatha!" Harry ordered glaring at me over his shoulder.
       "Hell no!" Hissed back moving around him.

And on the tiled floor, lay a human, he was on his stomach, but his head faced the sky from a harsh twist of his neck. Then further down, a handsized hole on his back to the where the heart was. Which was missing... Whoever had done that, sure as hell was one psycho of a beast.

     I held my stomach, turning my eyes away to throw up on the wall.

      "Bloody hell!" Harry cursed.

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Every face on that dining table appeared to possess a blank clueless glint.
    I inhaled standing, having every eye on me.
     "I didn't call for this meeting to really wish to say hi because you don't give a fuck. Since grandpa is out, he left me in charge, so suck up your dislike for me and listen good..." Wow. Way to go badass Agatha. That's what being a leader means, cruel and harsh.
   "We all know that last night, someone, or something attacked. Whatever he or she wanted, was clearly not to harm either of us. Just to send a message to-" my eyes fell on Harry "-Harry. The dead man was his uncle. Lived in Miami, that's too many cities away from Montreal."

Paused to lock eyes with every one of them, from Becka, to Nadia the youngest cousin.

     "What baffles me is the fact that he or she has no scent. We all know every creature has a scent. So if anyone has any helpful information, now would be the time to speak out..."
Tik! Tok!
Tik! Tok!

For two minutes, nobody spoke up.
  Sighing, I walked around my chair. "Since we have no idea who the hell did that, be careful for the sake of Grandpa hm! Especially, those of you that have created a lot of enemies." Finished gazing eyes with Becka.
  She could have snorted, if she wouldn't end up in the dungeons and be whipped to blood like the last time she questioned me.