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The rain poured down on her as her red eyes looked out over the horizon from the balcony of her room, the sky was filled with electricity and lit up like it held 10,000 chandeliers at random yet close intervals. She gazed down at the blood stained ground while her fathers palace burned behind her trying to think back on how this all started.
The screams of the innocent meant nothing to her, it neither pleased her nor upset her. She didn't care about screams of the people she knew, she didn't even care about the innocent bystanders anymore, she wanted to hear one person scream but as she looked over the grounds she realized he wasn't there.
She heard shouts of pain and anguish as someone died on the battlefield she had set so she could carefully survey as the actions took place.
So many people she knew, or rather, there had been many, but now they were being whittled away one by one.
"Where are you..." She whispered as she paced back and forth, her eyes still locked on the madness below. Her blonde and blood red hair was soaked from the cold rain, but she didn't care! Where was he?!.
She heard a crash from behind her and calmly turned to see the one she was looking for, a tall, lean young man. Young looking at least, though is eyes showed his true age as his dark blue eyes locked onto her blood red ones, pleading. He was blood stained and even bleeding himself, the woman half wondered who had been good enough to get to the Prince who had spent so much of his time growing up learning the ways of battle. His black and Dark Blue streaked hair was soaked like hers, and through that you could see the family resemblance.
"My, My, Damian...you seem to be slipping. Bleeding from multiple wounds and is that a limp I see as well?" The woman called, still standing calmly in the rain.
"Veronica, Come on we have to get you out of here, the floor could collapse any moment." Damian replied, panting as though he had just ran several miles.
Veronica smiled at him, "Interesting battle wouldn't you say?" she said, half turning to study the carnage once more, "Instead of one race against the other, Werewolves against Vampires, it is now the good of each race against the contrasting evil of their own races..." she continued.
"Too much blood has been spilt Veronica and you know that!" Damian replied, taking a step forward, gently though, the fire beneath had began to weaken the beams of the upper floors.
"Too much blood? Nonsense!" She turned to look at him, "It has only just begun my brother."
"Why have you started this!?" Damian yelled back, beginning to think of the loved ones he had lost in said battle.
Veronica paused and looked back at the people, Werewolves and Vampires alike, beating and attacking each other...Where had this all began?