A conversation between monsters, continued from here // @burnxngslash
As the young man spoke, she decided to take a seat next to him on the park bench and listen intently. Barely audible sizzles could be heard as the unnatural darkness under her boots pooled around her, temporarily leaving the top of her shoulders exposed before it stretched over to where she would sit, snuffling out the light--and heat--of the apathetic afternoon sun.
She was immortal. She had time. She had too much of it--so she didn't mind, truly.
--When she sat down and her personal darkness--her piece of 'Night' expanded again to cover her body from her natural enemy, the Sun (in the form of a handle-less 'umbrella' that sat over her head and shoulders), she paid attention. Her eyebrows raised at certain points, her eyes widened, narrowed, calculated. She touched her hands and fingers together as if in contemplation. She would even cross one leg over the other, switch them and lean in closer to Eren as if this was the most interesting thing she's ever heard in years. Thing about it, it was.
When he concluded his explanation, she hummed to herself. Even with his story, she didn't quite understand what a Titan was--aside from the gist of it being an inhumane experiment humans did to see how they could mass-produce weapons of destruction. In other words, humans created a hellish world future generations had to deal with all because someone thought of better ideas on how best to kill each other.
The amused smile she had before had long since dried up into a bitter, straight line and hardened eyes. All the vampiress uttered was, "I see." See, see, see...
It took her a few moments after the natural silence to speak again.
"You have my condolences, Son of Man," she continued, sighing through her nostrils as her voice echoed. Perhaps she should actually learn his name at this point? Should she ask?
"If I experienced such horrors at the ages you described to me, I would want to wipe away everything as well. Humans do not deserve the very air they breathe." ...breathe, breathe, breathe.
She looked at him, green eyes glowing ominously against her brown skin. "You've seen that. Even if they are supervised, they will find a way to destroy things.
"--On the Earth I come from," she said, a hand on her chest, over where her heart was.
...If it could be called that.
"Humans created nuclear weapons of mass destruction and warred against themselves for years. Their foolishness killed each other and the planet. Earth became uninhabitable, the waters and air were polluted." Were polluted, polluted, polluted...
She then launched into her own explanation of how the Nobility--people like her--also known as Vampires intervened. How they took over by force since humans were not trusted to govern themselves. Some things were left out, such as how she knew all this, how old she was and her own precarious situation, because she figured the classism would be different to grasp. Born vampires were higher up on the food chain, more powerful and grew moreso over the years they stayed alive, while turned ones were often slaves, never allowed to soar higher than their masters; something that never sat right with her. Even worse, Vampires were dying out because they too, became diseased with arrogance and stagnation, with complacency...
And it got under her undead skin.
The classism bothered her for another reason as well: she was (re)"born" as a Vampire, but had no bloodline to speak for her. Whenever she did state what little she knew of her origins, she would be mocked, rejected, laughed at, attacked, and assaulted--resulting in the white-hot hatred she carried for her own kind in the same way she loathed all humans.
So what she ended up saying was exactly that--that as much Vampires did help, they also harmed humanity, and brought worse creations into the world such as mutated beasts that ate the flesh of anyone who dared wandered the Frontier at night. "--Tired of living in fear, they used the powers given to them to fight back, became Hunters of my kind." ...kind, kind, kind.
Then, her eyes closed momentarily and she threw a hand up rather lazily, weakly waving it around. "--But I assume you know that humans crossed the line again, indiscriminately destroying any vampires they saw, regardless of evidence they may have seen of us not being a monolith. Not that I personally saw any who are capable of loving humans," because she didn't. She had to be honest.
However, the implication was clear: it was possible.
With that same hand, she lightly rubbed at her temple, sighing again. Her eyes became heavy, yet unreadable. "In any case, Hateful Adam--I understand you. My hatred and rage is the same, my scope somewhat wider than yours." ...than yours, yours, yours.
Translation: they're aligned. They both wanted to kill and cleanse the Earth of what made it dirty and ugly: People.
It may not be her original Earth, or Eren's native one, but they were both on it now, and it was that Earth's problem.
And they would solve it, no matter the cost.
