The sound of Alaric's voice snapped her thoughts. Viona turned to see, Alaric standing with a grim expression. The boy that she used to know as soft, sweet was wearing an expression, full of disgust and hatred. His calm eyes were turbulent, bloodthirsty like those sucker Vampires, he was. Her hopes crashed down. Solemnly, she believed that Alaric was going to understand her emotions.

Viona cried out pathetically, begged to Alaric who stood with his hands, dipped inside his pockets,

" Alaric...I asked for your forgiveness. We were friends first before. How can you do this to me?"

Alaric looked away, her tearful eyes were bothering him too much. Remembering...