A Moment Between Friends

As Draven brought Myst inside he would set her down near one of the fires they had started to keep warm. Looking down at the frail and barely living girl, that was wrapped up in his jacket. He knew she was barely hanging in there. And seeing the empty look that she held in her gaze. Struck him to the core. It saddened him to see someone as young as her, with a look of hopelessness. With a look of not wanting to continue going.

The cries of the man and the woman who had allowed her to be in this state. Loudly pushed their ways through the air. If this were any other day, Draven wouldn't be willing to go as far as he had. Just for another. But seeing the state that she was left in. It wasn't acceptable to let them live.

Placing a gentle hand on Mysts head, he would smile at her with the most convincing smile he could muster. Trying to show her that at least she was in the right hands. "Don't worry little one. The worst is over now. Soon, you will be able to live a happy life. One that won't be as bad as what you have had to endure." He would say to her wiping her icy cold tears with his warm hands. "That much I can guarantee."

Myst would find herself returning to reality the moment she heard those words, her tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Taking deep breathes she fell to her knees gripping her chest. A tightening sensation grasping her lungs making it much harder for her to try to catch her breath.

Looking at the images that lay scattered through the floor. Her past would continue to stab her heart with emotions. As the entire reason why Aurella's situation felt so familiar to her. Was because it had happened to her long ago. And it nearly had cost her, her life. And all because other people didn't see the value she held as a person.

It reminded her of how weak she used to be. How dependent on circumstances she used to be. Yet even though it was all in the past for her. It hurt more than any physical injury she had incurred. And even that was a incredible feet, considering who she had to spend the last several years training with.

Maurice would be walking down the hallway, expecting to meet Myst halfway. Was met with a empty sight. Nothing but the doors, walls, ceilings, and the floor. Raising her eyebrow, Maurice would back track and go looking for Myst. Looking through, the halls, the storage, and laundry rooms. And even the upstairs armory.

Odd. It wasn't like Myst to waste precious time. Especially when it came to someone close to her. Frowning, Maurice would begin to realize that the only place that she hadn't checked was Myst's mess of a room. Taking a breathe Maurice would make her way down the hall and to the room of her good friend.

After a few moments, Maurice would eventually find her way to Myst's room, seeing the door left slightly ajar. Being already on edge about the entire situation, Maurice would slowly pull out a silvered knife before entering the girls room. Only to be greeted by the sight of Myst sitting on the floor a sobbing mess of tears.

This was a sight that caught Maurice by surprise. In all of the time she had known her. She had never been known to give into her emotions, and break down into a crying fit. She was always known as the level one, out of those in her generation of being a vampire. That was with herself included.

Hurrying over to Myst, Maurice would drop her knife and wrap her arms around her. Trying to be as comforting as she possibly could.

"Let it out Myst...Don't hold in these emotions any more than you have to...this is a hard time for everyone involved with the situation." She would say in the most comforting tone she could manage. Which honestly sounded more like she was scolding the young vampire instead of actually trying to help.

Myst would grip onto Maurice tightly as her tears continued to flow out of her, seemingly endless. Just how much tears did this girl have held up within her? That was the one thought that crossed both of their minds.

Looking around the horribly filthy room she found herself in. Maurice would notice the pictures that littered the ground, and she would see the image of her as a little girl. Deathly thin, and with lifeless eyes. Wearing Draven's shirt, since there weren't really any available clothing for her to wear at the time. It was truly amazing to see how the girl turned out over time. Eventually getting her will to live back. And that wouldn't have been possible without the help of Julian and his siblings. It was no wonder why she was so close to those three. Because, Alongside Draven, who basically became her father. They were responsible for essentially saving her life. Whether they knew it or not.

"You remembered something painful didn't you?" Maurice would ask in a softer tone, now that she realized just how the situation was. Realizing just what she had possibly remembered.

Myst slowly nodded after a while of crying. The panic, pain and sadness she felt eventually beginning to dissolve away. If only by a little bit. It was hard for her to even return to the state of calm she was previously in. It was hard for her to truly deal with the reality she had been faced with. And even harder for her to relive it.

"This is hard for me...to push back these memories and these emotions. Any longer than I have been. Trying to keep them hidden away with keeping myself busy with training or missions." She would eventually say her voice hoarse from the tears she had been shedding. "It is harder than anyone truly knows...keeping myself together with a façade while everyone walks past not knowing the truth...And eventually, something causes that gate to open...and unleash the true feelings."