"And what if we don't want to stay?" she spits bitterly, which earns her a few surprising, but not unwanted, hisses from the crowd. "What if we don't want to end this war, or live with the angels in some fabricated peace?"
Upon finishing her statement, outrage ensues. Never in my life did I hope to see such a similarly attuned reaction than the one which seeps like a black mist from the hordes of angels and vampires. Red eyes turn to glare at the lone vampire like crystal rubies, separating her from the crowd. With the intoxicating feeling of euphoria still swirling around the room and intensified emotions continuing to swell amongst the crowds, at last everything seems to come together.
