Millie immediately after the book's hold on her breaks.
AnonymousShe held onto it longer than she needed. She tugged onto that euphoric feeling, the feeling of bliss and comfort and exhilaration and freedom from her constant worries. She didn’t want to go back to the world before, not with a stained dress and dirty hair and no money and no food and rotting flesh under her nails. She didn’t want the realization of what she’d done, how gleeful she felt while doing it. She didn’t want to feel alone and scared again.
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“Hope’s a very silly thing,” Millie replied. Hope in the apocalypse anyway, though Millie’s own hopes had never seemed to work out even before the whole mess. “But, eh, what does it matter? It’s Millie. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” She made a small, joking curtsy.“It is silly, but it’s all we have. And it’s what’s keeping me and my loved ones alive, so I hope,” Catherine replied.
Tatsuya rounded up the surviving hunters into the SUV, helping one wounded woman into the passenger seat. Catherine is not looking forward to reading the casualty lists, all of the clan members were her family and some gave their lives to ensure that the truck that has her older sister and her friends are safely heading to Reed’s ship. Those who died are heroes, and the Enamis will not let their deaths be in vain.
“It’s nice to meet you too Millie,” she said as she helped the last soldier in so they can get to their HQ. “May we meet on better circumstances.”
“And it’ll make things all the worse come the end.” Millie watched the routine idly, waving at them before they leave. “Perhaps I’ll get to see the show.”
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Millie shrugged. “Call it what you like.”“That, unfortunately, I am still foggy on. I’m quite excited to see, though.”
“The fact that you know there are plans but you don’t what they are…Frankly, that worries me more,” Catherine replied, her grip on the pistol steady.
Then Tatsuya got up from being on his knees and eyed who his wife was speaking to. He got out his pistol in turn, but didn’t really acknowledge her. He ran over to his clan, telling them to get in the SUV now, the truck is far away enough and they need to retreat.
“So what’s your name, stranger?” Catherine asked, a smirk on her face. “I hope that after all this, maybe we can talk more. Yanno, when I don’t feel the necessity to keep pointing my gun at strangers.”
“Hope’s a very silly thing,” Millie replied. Hope in the apocalypse anyway, though Millie’s own hopes had never seemed to work out even before the whole mess. “But, eh, what does it matter? It’s Millie. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” She made a small, joking curtsy.
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“What a very curious dog….”
Toni, still trapped in her feral werewolf body, huffed a little and corrected her, “Wolf.” She leaned forward and sniffed to get the stranger’s scent. “Va-mp—ire?”
Millie shrugged. “Okay, wolf. And yep, though I prefer ‘Millie’.”
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“What a very curious dog….”
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Millie stood unflinching in front of the pistol; it was hardly the first one that had been aimed at her the past few weeks. Though, normally it was a human holding the gun, and that had grown to be predictable. At least this gave a nice change of pace.
“I don’t understand all this hustle and bustle over a silly book,” Millie said with a huff. “Not to make such a fuss over. And anyway, it hardly concerns me: I’m just doing what I think’s best given circumstances.” She scrunched her nose, smiling in a humorous manner.
“But golly, hasn’t anyone ever told you not to point a gun at strangers? Why, it makes you look like common street trash—granted, that’s basically what you’ll end up as…” Another chortle halted her speech. “And, given your situation, I wouldn’t want to waste a bullet on little ol’ me. I really have nothing for you, and those others…have you seen them?” An excited smile spread across her face as she paced about. “I’ve been following them for a wee bit now—it’s magnificent, really, the things they can do. Real horrorshow. And they sure have plans for you.”
“So you don’t know about the source of this mess, which means either you are clueless, or one of the crazies. And I don’t make it a habit to point my guns at strangers, but these are desperate times, you’ll understand,” Catherine, her pistol following the girl as she paced around.
She listened to Millie, nudging her husband with her foot to hurry up, another set of irritated grumbles was his response.
“What kind of plans are we talking about?” Catherine asked, her eyes flickered to her men, whom are losing a good amount of their own. She eyed Millie again. She looked like she wasn’t actually a threat, but it’s the ones that look harmless that will surprise people.
Millie shrugged. “Call it what you like.”
“That, unfortunately, I am still foggy on. I’m quite excited to see, though.”
