~ GRAY WAOTSKI'S POINT OF VIEW ~
Emilia follows me to the hallway, I know she's after someone who abruptly walks away from her earlier.
Most of the vampires are laughing freely as if there have no problems at all. The only thing that matters to them is to search for their victims, for blood and their daily needs.
"Aren't you going to stop, huh?" said a woman from behind.
Her sweet voice becomes husky, broken and embroidered with pain. "It's not a big deal, isn't it? But why did you act that way? You even walk away in front of Jack, of Thalia and me!"
"I am tired...," I replied shortly. Turning my back on her. Both of us are not in a good condition, and this conversation will only lead to an argument. And perhaps leaving her alone is the best way to do... for now.
"Turn your back on me again and I'll bite your neck!"
For the first time, my heart stops pounding because of the woman who said those words angrily... courageously.
