— @bayoeu gets a semi - plotted starter .
for as long as there had been werewolves and vampires, there had been a feud, an ancient conflict between their races that even after over four centuries walking the earth, henry still did not know the full story. the werewolves told tales that vampires had struck first, while the vampires maintained that it had been the werewolves. by all intents and purposes, he and hayley should have been counted among those that at best avoided each other and at worst would rather see the other dead but they were neither of these things.
henry still remembered when he had first found her. she had been young, too young, to have been through all the things that she had been through and gaining her trust had been hard won. ever since, henry had told her that she could count on him as an ally but life had its means of getting in the way of such vows. hayley had been a werewolf, and that had meant that she had needed others of her kind, regardless of whether henry was able and willing, he was not her kind and life had seen fit for their paths to diverge. and as contact with her had become rarer and rarer, henry had accepted that their encounters had ended. his life was long, people came and went and all he could do was trust that she could find her own way without him.
perhaps that was why he felt his heart rise into his throat when he caught sight of her in new orleans, surrounded by other vampires, and accompanied by none other than their very makers. it was the first time henry had been anywhere with more than a handful of vampires in a single location, the danger of such a meeting was not lost on him but it did not stop him from intercepting hayley’s path when he saw an opportunity.
❝ hayley! ❞ her name was still familiar on his lips and he was torn between joy, shock and concern when he finally met her eye, but it was something like a relieved delight that seemed to drown out all other emotions when he met her eye, ❝ now that’s a face i didn’t expect to find here. ❞