if you like, would you do a snippet about the daughter of a vampire hunter who frees a captive vampire from her father?
The vampire looked only a little older than her. Seventeen, maybe. Eighteen. Myna knew that didn't count for much - you couldn't tell a vampire's age just by looking at them, but still.
She was beautiful too, of course, in the way that all vampires in some way were. Her bloody eyes were striking, ethereal things that tracked Myna's every movement into the room. They paused on the keys clutched tightly in Myna's hand and then flicked to her face. The vampire's head tilted.
Myna stopped in front of her, just out of reach.
"Will you attack me if I release you?" Myna asked.
"Would you believe me if I said promised no?"
It was a good question. Myna wet her lips, nervously, and the vampire's gaze darted to those next.
"No," the vampire said. "I have no desire to linger here, not even to hurt him."
But the vampire did want to hurt her father. That much was obvious, but also understandable. Maybe Myna was making a mistake. Maybe she was under a thrall that was simply masquerading itself as morality, because though desire was more insidious it was easier to resist. Maybe she would only know when the vampire was gone, and she could think clearly, or maybe she would always wonder.
Myna hesitated, shifting her grip on the keys.
"He does not like my kind."
"Your kind are monsters."
"And your father's behaviour is monstrous." The vampire shrugged, light and almost careless. Almost. She raised a delicate eyebrow. "But you know that or you wouldn't be thinking about doing what you're doing."
She'd been raised to believe that vampires were pure predator, unnatural and evil, but the more she had actually seen of them the less she could possibly believe that true. The less she saw of...her the less Myna could believe it.
Her father said that was how vampires operated. They mimicked passion, love, the human things to ensure their own safety.
Myna usually felt like she was faking it too, though.
Most of the other girls at school thought hunting was archaic, barbaric. It also felt an entirely different thing to kill a vampire and to keep one one captive for weeks on end in a converted wine cellar.
Most girls always seemed to know what to say, while Myna felt like her script had got lost somewhere and so she kept reading cues all long,.
If faking was the standard for being inhuman, for being evil, then what did that make her?
"How old are you?" It was a silly question, in the grand scheme of absolutely everything.
The vampire blinked. "Twenty three."
It felt ancient. It felt a world away. Twenty three meant life away from her father's house and no more school and the freedom to do whatever she wanted. She knew, though, that it wasn't very long at all. She knew what a human lifespan was supposed to be. She knew how old vampires could get.
"How old are you?" The vampire's tone was strangely soft.
"Sixteen," the vampire echoed. A wistful sort of smile curled her lips. "Sweet sixteen girl."
"No." The vampire said it almost musingly. "You're something much more enticing. More interesting."
Myna cleared her throat. She felt heat rise, ridiculous and unbidden to her cheeks, and stepped closer. She was glad she didn't fumble the locks, but her heartbeat still picked up the second the metal hit the floor.
She scurried back swiftly, even as she was aware her swiftness was a snail compared to what the vampire was.
The vampire stood, slowly, even to Myna's human eyes, like she was trying not to scare her.
"Thank you." The vampire seemed a little unsure. She wet her lips, and Myna's gaze darted treacherously to them. "It gets better," she said. "I promise."
Myna looked down, because the words weren't what she'd expected and she didn't know what exactly she'd wanted. "You should go."
When she glanced up again, the vampire stood right in front of her, barely a breath away. Myna's breath caught.
"You could come with me," the vampire said. "Your father will be angry with you for freeing."
Myna's stomach churned, but she squared her shoulders. "He won't hurt me."
"Tell him I thralled you," the vampire said. She reached her hand up, pressing the pad of her thumb over Myna's bottom lip. "He'll believe it."
The vampire smiled; wicked and feral and everything that Myna thought she might be too, if she was only brave enough. The vampire pressed the sweetest of kisses to Myna's lips.
"All a vampire is," the vampire whispered, "is everything human with the volume turned up. Your father doesn't like what is reflected back when he thinks of us. Humans can be awful."
"You," the vampire said, "will be feral when you finally get around to unlocking your own cage. I look forward to it, sweet sixteen."
And Myna could taste power on her tongue.
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