She stood there, jaw agape, not paying mind to the physical harm he caused her own body. The fingerprinted ring around her arm would be a reminder of what had happened.<br/><br/>His words bounced around in her head, it was swimming as she watched what transpired.<br/><br/>He insulted her; from her own abilities to understand, to acting as if he was a greater being, to not wishing to know her in entirety.<br/><br/>That was fine, she could live with that.<br/><br/>What he has done to her daughter, is another story. And one that causes an internal rage she has not shown for a very, very long time.<br/><br/>She knew what he was doing, and she knew that this was NOT in her book of plans, granted a thin book that had no for-sure answers. Regardless, THIS, this just caused further complications, further ways for an innocent to be hurt more.<br/><br/>This was unacceptable.<br/><br/>And here he stood now, as if he himself were their Maker, so conceted, so sure of himself, hand beckoning her in a 'I'm in charge' fashion to come forward and claim what he had done.<br/><br/>Her eyes clouded, filled with the same white sheen that his had done; however her own gaze offered thin black streaks that slid around the contrasted white brilliance. Her body shook violently as simple 'No...no no no' emitted from her lips, her hands fisting up, nails digging into her skin to the point her palms became pricked, small drops of blood falling to the nature littered ground.<br/><br/>Her voice, tense, rasped, deep and angered, came not from vocals so much as her very soul. "What...have you DONE?!"<br/><br/>The protector, Alexander, tries to interfere, his spirit rushing towards the dark man and the little girl, trying to tug her away, unable to as she quickly takes a human form. His shrilled anger can also be heard, and he lashes out at the dark man; this ghost bashing against his frame, finally giving up, and seeping back into the earth.<br/><br/>Millicent moves quickly to the dark man, one hand slapping his hand back, the other palm connecting with his sternum with force, in an effort to push him back.<br/><br/>She snarls and grabs her daughter from under those tiny arms, picking her up, wrapping her defensively against her own chest, her left arm holding the little one tightly, right hand at the back of the child's head to turn it sideways against her body, covering her ears as she spits on the ground.<br/><br/>Millicent's eyes connect with the dark man's, her features showing despair, anger, bitterness; her soul cries like none other, torn between the fact she now holds a warm body, and torn because this is not what she desired to be done.<br/><br/>Her mouth parts, then closes with a clamped jaw as she bites her tongue. So much to say, yet, tiny ears should not hear such words. Or see actions she feels inclined at this moment to make.<br/><br/>If she were alone, if this were any other child, she would have attempted to destroy the dark man.<br/><br/>Another violent shake takes her physically, and she finally speaks, remaining unblinking at the dark man.<br/><br/>"...you may try to harm me. You may take from my own soul, I did not offer payment for THIS. I...I did NOT desire this, and she does NOT deserve this....how dare you?!"<br/><br/>A pause, thoughts screaming out from within that she again bites her tongue on before continuing, "I swear with all I am, you evil beast, if you come near her again, one of us shall die. All you have done is given Him an easier way to take her."<br/><br/>He was indeed tainted, far more than she, she realized now.<br/><br/>She quickly turned, tossing the gate open and moving from the cemetary with the coddled child, eyes still clouded, as she was still tormented.<br/><br/>A questionable ache seeped from her being, her heart felt as though sunk, her stomach filled with detest and unease; how could anyone of their nature be so cruel, so selfish, so...righteous?<br/><br/>Yes, they were thrown down. Yes, many became bitter to the point they became evil. Sure, she ended up turned rather than living with hatred; it was fed into her veins.<br/><br/>This was no justification to become as the dark man. To simple "do" whatever one wished. Especially him.<br/><br/>As she moved with her daughter through the thin and crowded cobblestone street, filled with smells of cajun food, sounds of blues from almost every dwelling, people laughing and happy to be alive, she felt quite the opposite.<br/><br/>She felt nauseus. Yet, did not understand why, not yet at least.<br/><br/>Perhaps, had she known, had she recalled, she would have avoided this from happening in the first place.<br/><br/>Perhaps, had a past that was vague at best been quite different, and she had changed the events, this dark man would not have been here today to have done this.<br/><br/>She had let him live. And now payed the price, even though she did not recall this.<br/><br/>Her soul knew, and it could not leak this small but important information to her. What good would it do in retrospect, eh?<br/><br/>She had to find refuge, and quickly. Not for herself, she was the hunter of Him and had been for centuries. If, no...WHEN He found out Arella was again in a physical form, and taking her would be that much easier, He would hunt her down again.