They don’t feel fear. They are incapable, of that was well as feeling joy. Zombies of a sort, walking the earth without conscience. The dead blood are simply that, dead. No beating heart, no soul. Devoured in whole by the one who could not hold his own against himself. The Dark blood who could not resist. So they couldn’t track by the scent of fear, it was why even with his heightened dark blood senses, he still needed her.
“So then do you ever get scared?” His voice was low as they sat in the darkness waiting.
She was still as a stone, and had he not been aware that she was there, could he not scent her, hear the slow soft beating of her hearts, he might not have known that she was there at all.
Her voice was less than a whisper, only because she knew that he could hear it. “What do you think hunter?”
Her mind wandered to a time before, the days earliest. The way life was before the cleansing crusades of the humans. As a child she was very close to her father as her twin brother was close to their mother. Their kind were guardians for the both the dark bloods who lived amongst the humans of Sparta as well. They lived in harmony, as a single population, it was the way of things; it always had been, Someday she and her brother would also train to protect the city they all called home. But that was before the movement against her kind. Before their differences mattered. Before the thread of their existence unraveled, before the battle that changed everything. The only thing she’d ever feared was losing her father, something that for their breed was improbable at best. But as was his duty, he too followed their king into that famous battle, the battle that none of them walked away from, the one they knew would be a last goodbye. She remembered his last words to her, “Be a good girl, mind your mother and know that I will always be in your hearts, as you are in mine.”
Her one true fear was real, she knew that would be the last time she saw him, heard his voice. At the time she could only nod. “Don’t be afraid of your destiny little one, embrace it.”
She could still feel his last kiss, his lips against her cheek. She could still taste his blood on her lips as she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips against his shoulder as her teeth extended into his flesh. Father and daughter, together one last time.
“I think everyone with something to lose does, anyone with a heart at least.” He laughed under his breath, “And since you’ve got two.”
“Then you’d be wrong.” She replied.
She heard his breath as he was about to retort but she spoke before he could say anything.
”Hunter make ready. The soulless approach us in 20 seconds.”
As he made ready to initiate the slaughter, she thought of her destiny. Like their father, and her brother, this was their destiny. They were warriors, combating the righteous fight for survival of what was left of the clans. His voice echoing I her soul, reminding her always that destiny was to be embraced, not feared.
To be continued…