You were suddenly grabbed away from Lukas. Your eyes were still closed. You were too scared to open them and see what was in front of you at the moment, but things got more complicated.
Your eyes flung open in shock as you felt Mark's lips on yours. You struggled trying to push him away, but he held you tight.

Your eyes moved at Lukas, whose fists were clenching, with teary eyes as you struggled to pull away from the mythical creature.
You kicked him in the groin, but that only made him bit your lip making it bleed.

Then suddenly you were pulled away forcefully from Mark. You bumped against the trailer as you watched the scene.
It was beautiful and a horrific experience.

"I swear if you touch her again, I will rip your tail off just like how my father ripped your brother's." Lukas hissed. The scene was too real for a movie effect.

Blue and violet strings of auras filled the air lifting the huldrekall from the ground. The strings came out from Lukas' back and palms with his eyes glowing in total blue covering his irises. The air grew dangerously cold, but everything was all focused at Lukas.

The huldrekall choked up in the air struggling for his life. The strings around his neck tightened like an octopus' tentacle wrapping around its prey.

"Tell us, are you working for a cult?"

"Ack!" He coughed as he tried to speak. The strings loosened a bit, but he was still in the air in captivity. "Fine! I-I work for a cult. They serve the god Thor and their looking for a sacrificial bride. Y-Your friend was on the list." Suddenly the strings tightened on his neck harder.

You sucked in your breath in fear and worry. Your head swirled with questions why you were on the list. Are you secretly royal or something? Were your parents the leaders of this cult and you were some kind of head priestess? Are you actually a magic user like Alice and Lukas? Did you have some connection towards this thing?

"Okay, hold up!" You walked up towards Mark. "How the hell is my name there?"

"Y-You're a descendant!" He choked. "Genevieve escaped her judgement."

Your eyes widened as he mentioned your mothers name.

"Put him down, Bondevik."

"What?" He looked at you angrily, but your eyes were on full beast mode.

"Just put him down." You ordered. He sighed and dropped him down. The huldrekall coughed as you grabbed his collar and looked at him in the eye angrily. His mesmerizing eyes didn't affect you anymore.

"Tell me." Your eyes pierced through his. "What does my mother have to do with this?"

"Y-Your mother was one if the ideal brides for the sacrifice. Strong and diligent." He started to explain. "She was top one in the board exams for psychology so my master sent me for her years back." He coughed heavily.

"My mom was just a normal student who aced the board exams! What would your master want from my mother?!" You practically yelled as it echoed.

"E-Elf's blood." He stammered as you looked into his eyes in disbelief. "Your mother was a carrier of royalty. She was only a descent like you, not pure or half."

"Let me guess..." You sighed in frustration. "I'm the only one left in line with the royal elf's blood and blah blah blah. Am I right?" You gritted your teeth as he flinched and nodded.

"Sick fucks." You let go of his shirt and kicked him away in rage. "Why can't they leave her alone!"

Your actions changed from anger to pure rage. You bit your lip and slammed your back angrily against the SUV.

"I was an orphan because of the stupid cult you work for?! A shenanigan of weird ass crazy people who believe that a god from old myths is real?" You yelled. "For fuck's sake, where the hell is everyone's bitching humanity?"

You sat down on the ground, hugging your knees, and broke down from all the rage.
No, you weren't crying in grief or sadness. You were crying from all the anger and hatred you wanted to let out. You found out who was responsible for your parents' death.

"Tell me... Tell me one thing or I'll kill you." You looked up at the huldrekall who was under Lukas' foot. "Tell me if your cult was responsible for burning my happiness. TELL ME!"

"No-"

"Liar!" You stood up and kicked him some more.

Then you thought.

No, it's not his fault. But what if he joined them burning my love? What of he's actually innocent?

You were confused and angry. You stopped kicking the poor huldrekall and got down on your knees.

"Sorry..." You whispered softly and looked at the ground mindlessly with your fists clenched.

"Lets go..." Lukas helped you up from the ground.

He helped you into the trailer home with the huldrekall leaving the area perhaps scarred or full of anger from looking like a fool.

You walked to the couch like a zombie and sat there with your eyes all red and puffy. Your anger started to subside, but tears were still rolling down your cheeks. Finding out who killed your family wasn't just an everyday coincidence.

"Lukas..." You called out.

He didn't answer, but the sounds of the cabinets opening told you that he was getting ready to sleep in the trailer tonight.

"How would you feel if you found the murderer of someone you've loved?" You felt blanket wrapped around you as a coffee mug appeared in front of you filled with hit cocoa.

"Full of hatred I guess." He answered as you chuckled sadly.

"I doubt that you'd show emotion."

But you did a moment ago...

"So tell me, Mr. Bondevik... Would you like to hear my story?"

"Do as you please." He sipped his hot drink as you recalled the day of the fire.

~Flashback~

You were about six or seven back then. Yes , you still remembered the day. The day your happiness burned down to the ground.

"Mama! Mama!" You were so happy with the flip phone she gave you. "Listen to this!"

It was your first phone. Not only did you use it for call and text, but you also used it for reports you like to make up. You filmed yourself as you created fictional reports about your backyard, school, or neighborhood like a real news reporter.

"This is (Full name) reporting live at the (Last name) Manor!" You showed your mother the report you've recently made in the afternoon. "Today we are experiencing a weird heatwave as usual, but that will never stop me from reporting the world's greatest mom baking my favorite! (Favorite dessert)!" You giggled and smiled at the camera with the cute little gap between your teeth.

"That's wonderful sweetheart." You mother praised you as you ran around her like a roadrunner in the kitchen while she transferred the food into the bowl.

"Honey, I'm home!" You heard your father's voice coming from the front door.

"Papa!" You yelled in excitement as you ran towards the living room.

But when you came to the door, fear struck you.
You stared at the tall man who held your father's corpse. He wore a strange attire that looked like what trolls would wear in your fantasy books. The man had your father hanging from the ground pierced into a stake that went right through his heart.

"Papa..." You stepped backwards with your little legs as the man dropped your father's body and came near you.

"My queen..." He came closer as you screamed.

"(Y/n)!" Your mother yelled from the kitchen as you covered your eyes.

You felt blood splatter on you making you afraid to open your eyes.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)!" You open your eyes as you saw your mother covered in blood.

"Mama? Mama, papa..." You started to cry. "Papa is dead, mama!"

"Shhh... Mama is here, shhh, mama is here." She hushed you softly as you hugged her.

Suddenly you heard yelling in a foreign language you were unfamiliar with coming from the outside.

You gasped in fear and hugged your mother tightly. She pulled you away and looked at you in the eye.

"(Y/n), sweetie. Listen to me." You nodded. "Whatever you do, do not come out of your closet in your room okay? Don't."

"Mama, what about-"

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." She smiled sadly as you heard the yelling coming closer.

Suddenly the smell of gasoline surrounded your house with more yelling.

"Shit..." Your mother cussed. "I shouldn've said that in front of you."

She carried you and ran upstairs with you in her arms. Then that was the time the manor was set aflame. Your mother opened your room. She took off a necklace that had a sign of a deer and placed it around your neck. She then locks you in the closet filled with your clothes.

"Mama! Let me out mama!" You cried inside as you heard your mother cry outside.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry sweetie, mama will be fine." She cried as you heard the front door break open. "I love you..."

Then the footsteps of the intruders came.

~Flashback End~

"And those were the last words I heard from her." You looked into your cold mug of cocoa that showed your reflection. "After that, I heard those men yelling at her. I decided to learn other languages to find out who killed her. I studied journalism because I wanted to fulfill a dream my mother would've let me have in the future. But now... I'm broken. Shocked, angry, sad, scared, confused..."

"And you thirst for revenge." He added as you stopped ranting. "That's what you're feeling. You want to avenge your mother and father's death. So what happened to the rest of your relatives?"

"Greedy ass bitches." You scoffed. "They took the money, lands, and the clinic my mother owned. At least Uncle Henrich is my savior... Emma, Abel, and Henri are good cousins. They don't treat me like how Jane Eyre was treated."

"But before you do any reckless actions, do you really want to kill them?" He asked you. "The cult, do you really want to kill them?"

"If it means losing my life then yes." You said with determination.

"Then I won't allow you to come with me." You looked at him with a mixture of anger and shock.

"What-"

"Do you know who exactly the people who killed your parents?" He looked at you in the eye as you glared at him. "What if those people who are in there are actually innocent? What if those people who killed your mother are dead or are in an asylum? You're too naïve-"

"Because you don't understand what it feels like to lose someone!"

"I DO!" He yelled at you making your mug and his mug shatter. "AND YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW IT HURTS!"

You looked at him in shock. You didn't mind both of your bleeding hands. You were just quite shocked.
Your eyes trembled from his glare that was full of anger and regret.
He was right. You didn't fully understand how others can lose their loved ones.
You bit your lip as a teared rolled down your cheek. You sighed and stood up carefully.

"(Y/n)-"

"Give me an hour." You cut him off before he could continue. "We'll both cool off and pretend that this never happened, deal?"

Silence filled the air, but you got out of the trailer anyways and climbed up to the roof.

"An hour..." You mumbled. "Give me an hour to think, Bondevik. An hour."