The eyes that turned to catch her gaze filled the animator with a sorrow and guilty she hadn’t felt in such a long time. He didn’t need to tell her that he was hurt, that not only her words but her actions had hurt him and the worst part about it was that she didn’t know how to remedy it. It was true that he had been kind, friendly even and had taken great strides towards reeling in Jean-Claude, but Anita had never been one to accept everything at a face value. And maybe that should change, but those things take time.
“Axel.” She bowed her head, attempting to hide her own shame and pain in this odd interaction between the two lost souls. “This is hard for me… I’m the Executioner, essentially a Necromancer, a monster to some and prey to other, and recently I’m the WatchDog and human servant to someone that I wish I had never met over circumstances that I haven’t even dealt with yet.” Shaking her head to clear the wanting tears that began to well up in her eyes, Anita met his gaze again. “I’m alive because I assume, Axel. I have to.”
She blinked and felt the wet and hot brushing of a tear against her cheek. “But I am sorry, truly sorry. You have been kind, but experiences lead me to mistake kindness for treachery,” Anita smiled gently, “It’s rare to meet a genuine guy for someone like me, I’m not even what you could consider….. enough.” The phrase she was omitting was ‘wife-material.’ Her ex’s mother’s voice still heavy in her ear for rejecting her for not being enough for her precious boy that had always led the animator to the child memory of not being normal enough for her own step-mother and father.
“I am sorry, truly.”
He knew what it was like not to be able to trust anyone, he had lived through that over so many years, he knew what it was like to feel like a monster, he had been one for many years and had been treat as such but in his eyes she was not a monster. She was just someone trying to by in this world and keeps having terrible luck.
“You are not a monster, prey for those who enjoy human blood and suffering, yes. But you could never be a monster.” He told her softly frowning at the fact that yes she was still a vampires servant. “You should not be the watchdog and human servant to a man who forced it upon you. Human servants are meant to be chosen and given the choice once they have been told everything that it entails.” Axel explained.
He moved over to her and wiped her tears away as he saw them fall onto her cheeks. “I am kind because I know how it feels to be on the other end, to be scared for your life every day, to be watching your back and every move you make has to be careful so you do not get caught. I have seen and been on the receiving end of human hatred and fear. I have been used as a killing machine by the woman who turned me into a vampire.” He moved his hand away from her cheek and sighed as he looked at her.
“My kindness is real. And you are more than enough.” Axel whispered to her as he pulled her in for a hug. “I forgive you.”
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