"Where on earth is he?" Michka asked in frustration,
The play was about to start and still, no trace of Eero.
"I suggest we find a better replacement before we lose this competition" Mia suggested, filing her nails non-chalantly.
"A good replacement, where on earth can we find someone that is better than him"
"Girl, I think you're exaggerating a bit, first, Malfoy isn't even a lead character— the play can do without him. Besides, Eero wasn't even meant to play the role in the first place" "if you ask me, I'd say you reorganise your cast before you actually lose".
Michka sighed, to think of it, Mia and Jamie were right. Even if Eero was to show up now it wouldn't make any difference. But she still hoped he'd come.
'But why? What was this feeling?'
Meanwhile...
Arrgggh! "You stay away from me!" a voice yelled from inside a building,
--Inside--
"oh com'on, you don't need to overreact like that" a voice spoke from the other end of the room, dark and eerie, not bass but heavy though.
"I mean.. I haven't even done anything" Eero said, coming out of the shadows, an apple in his hand.
He smirked.
"Who would have thought that we'd run into eachother after so many years —Drex Lusue"
"How.. how did you know my name.."
"Don't play dumb with me or I might just increase your punishment you moron!" Eero cut in, his voice laced with contempt.
"Eero. You haven't aged a day, it's been ten years"
"Glad you could recognise me!" Eero exclaimed with sadistic delight
"Now let's decide.."
He sat on an armchair, crossing his legs "..what your punishment shall be"
"It was just a mistake.. I'm sorry" Drex pleaded.
"Do you know what irks me more than anything? It's when an enemy begs for mercy. You made yourself my enemy the moment.. whatever, doesn't matter"
"Dad !" a frail mutter screamed from the other end of the room.
Eero looked in the direction of the cry, it was Drex's son. Sympathy excluded Eeros eyes however and he shot Drex dead on the spot—before his son.
Lutham stared in disbelief at what had just unfolded before him.
"I really don't use guns, but you happened to just piss me off". He looked in the direction of Lutham, cocked his gun; but on a second thought, he lowered it and turned away.
"It's no use. You'll turn out like me anyway".
He turned to leave.
The memory still edged in his head. He didn't regret killing Drex—afterall, he deserved it. He only regret doing it Infront of Lutham, he didn't want anyone to go through the same thing that he went through as a child... How the vampire brothers killed his family and left only him alive.
He had no other choice..
"Just to be alive—to live.."
He abandoned his humanity to live.. This wasn't the life worthy of living
"Was it?"
Killing humans that deserve penalty —Unnecessarily.
"Is this the Eero Sie I was born to be" he always questioned himself.
At least there was one side of his humanity he hadn't given up yet.. his ability to love.
He felt that years ago.. for Sophie but now.. she was gone thanks to him.
Michka suddenly came to his mind.
Eero strode across the front porch of the Lusues.
Night had fallen so he sat on the swing Infront of the porch.
Why was he suddenly thinking about Michka?!
What was the deal about her? Michka?..
Suddenly, it hit him hard— the play!!
"Pfft! What do I care about a silly play. It's night already, no way I could turn back the hands of the clock"
Tsk!