[ The father of her child, dear God. She'd said he was controlling. She hadn't said he was this level of controlling. D'Artagnan has never met him, but dislikes him at once. ]
But taking from people, and making them forget that you did. That's no better.
Hope's father is an asshole. Like he's really bad. He's the reason people fear vampires. He's also got a lot of enemies and is half werewolf, so killing him is like impossible. Everyone thought he was invincible.
Then there came Hope. The daughter of a werewolf and a hybrid with witch blood in her veins. She's everything someone shouldn't be and the key to so much. She's also the biggest asshole in the universe's daughter.
So a bunch of pissed off witches found a way to kidnap a pregnant me in labor, got me in a church, made me give birth to Hope on an altar, let me hold her for a tenth of a second before they cut my throat and took my baby.
God, a witch's blood? This is everything the Church would have burned at the stake in his world. Suddenly, he's in no doubt about what she means by hunters. He knows far less what he thinks about it. He should think they're all monsters. That's the automatic thing.
Except that he knows Hayley. She's his friend. She's been his friend all these months. Does this really change what he thinks about her?
Should it?
What is the honourable thing to do, to side with what he knows others would say, or to trust his friend?
The thing is, d'Artagnan's friends always come first. Always. ]
They took your baby.
The witches. What did they want with her, would they have hurt her? Or was it something else?
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Shit. I shouldn't have told you.
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Yes you shI didn'tWhy?
It's the truth, isn't it? I'd rather hear it from you than someone else.
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What will you do now, make me forget I ever knew?
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[ The father of her child, dear God. She'd said he was controlling. She hadn't said he was this level of controlling. D'Artagnan has never met him, but dislikes him at once. ]
But taking from people, and making them forget that you did. That's no better.
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Have you been threatened?
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Hunters exist. And other sorts of monsters.
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I can't believe any of this. You have a daughter, how can you have a daughter if you're what you say you are? Vampires rise from the grave.
Don't they?
[ Has he been speaking with a dead woman all this time? ]
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Hope's father is an asshole. Like he's really bad. He's the reason people fear vampires. He's also got a lot of enemies and is half werewolf, so killing him is like impossible. Everyone thought he was invincible.
Then there came Hope. The daughter of a werewolf and a hybrid with witch blood in her veins. She's everything someone shouldn't be and the key to so much. She's also the biggest asshole in the universe's daughter.
So a bunch of pissed off witches found a way to kidnap a pregnant me in labor, got me in a church, made me give birth to Hope on an altar, let me hold her for a tenth of a second before they cut my throat and took my baby.
But Hope's blood brought me back as a hybrid.
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But a vampire had sired the baby. And -
God, a witch's blood? This is everything the Church would have burned at the stake in his world. Suddenly, he's in no doubt about what she means by hunters. He knows far less what he thinks about it. He should think they're all monsters. That's the automatic thing.
Except that he knows Hayley. She's his friend. She's been his friend all these months. Does this really change what he thinks about her?
Should it?
What is the honourable thing to do, to side with what he knows others would say, or to trust his friend?
The thing is, d'Artagnan's friends always come first. Always. ]
They took your baby.
The witches. What did they want with her, would they have hurt her? Or was it something else?
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Look. I'll keep the vampire stuff far away from you.
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You're my friend, Hayley.
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I know you who you are. That's more important than knowing what you are.
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because i can actually stand you and it would have sucked if you were a vampire racist.
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At least I don't think I am.
I don't know if I'm 'okay' with it. With biting people, hurting them. But I'm fine with you. We can work out the rest.
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Thanks, though.
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Sorry I dropped all that shit on you.
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