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I can still feel her sadness even through our reunion and I pull back, searching her features in puzzlement. I don't understand why she would be sad about killing the child, about severing that obstacle that liked to be in between us all the time. Couldn't she see that the child demanded too much? That it spent all her time and kept her from me? I believe this proves that father's love for mother wasn't all that strong or he might have killed us when we were born. When we were small, we were all over Natalya, alwyas clambering for her attention and for his when he was around. But as we got older, I came to rely more on my sister, to fall for her like nothing else and I knew then that I could never let her go, that I could never sacrifice as he had done with Natalya. No, they didn't have true love. If they did, he would have killed us. Her words make air hiss through my teeth as I back off of her, no longer pinning her to the ground. Int his moment, I don't want to touch her, as if the absence of my touch would be punishment for what she's saying. How can she talk of having another child? Another to put between us? My lips curl, the growl thickening in my throat. I speak through gritted teeth. "Do we not honor her through our love? Do we not show the strength of our lineage together? Why must there by another to hold such an honor? Why must you push for such weakness? You admitted it yourself, the child was weak. So why try again? Why risk another? They say the definition of madness is doing the same thing over and over, hoping for a different result." I can sense her strength returning, that sweet surrender that tasted like heaven slipping from my grip. She is wanting to push again, wanting to fight and I hate when she's like this. When she talks of it bringing us closer, my eye flashes and I lunge forward, snapping at the air before her. "LIES. Did the last one bring us closer? NO. She pushed us apart. She's the reason you left me. She's the reason you were GONE." I say the word through another gnashing snap at the air, anger rolling in my veins, making my body shudder with power, power just aching to get out. Turmoil like a tornado blurs my mind. I want to touch her, I'm aching to taste her blood, to embrace her and never let go. Why must she ruin it? Why must she wish for things to drive us apart? I take a step forward then a step back, my legs shaking with uncertainty, my body quivering. My fur stands on end, my words rugged with anger. "You're right, I don't understand. I will never understand how a weak pest is an accomplishment, how we are not enough, how I....am not enough." Adonis_male_six years old_entranced by Atania_father to 39", 190 lbs. Devil May Cry x Natalya * sired by Brother to Atania |