If there was something they could agree on, Zaine was indeed a bitch.  Truthfully, if she were to suddenly fall in battle, the Clan would approach her death with all due formalities, but deep down there would be a collective relief among the hunters.  He swept a hand through his hair as he chuckled softly.<br/><br/>“You go right ahead, I don't think anyone will stop you,” he told her.  With that, he rose from his position and moved behind her.  He unfastened the silver bindings that remained.  “Now that we're more comfortable, oh mysterious vampire Alpha, let's be honest.  We're at a crossroads, we are.”<br/><br/>He strode over to one of the supports in the middle of the tent, leaning into it and crossing his arms.<br/><br/>“Nothing is binding you.  You are free to do as you wish,” he explained, choosing his words with care, “My Clan expects me to put you down within the next couple of days, but I don't want to do that.”<br/><br/>His eyes cast down at the ground again.  “See I used to think vengeance would make things better.  I was so mad when my mum died that all I could see was blood, but that was years ago, and nothing has changed.  I stayed with the Clan, though, because that was the only life I've known.  I thought what I was doing was an honorable existence.  That somehow I was doing the world a favour by hunting.”<br/><br/>Asher grimaced as he recalled her village.  There were families, men and women going about their business in much the same way normal humans did.  Out in the middle of the woods, they weren't harming anything but those who would stray too close.  In a way, he wouldn't blame them for feeling threatened.  He felt sickened.<br/><br/>“I don't know if I want to kill anymore,” he confessed.  “Maybe I don't know your name, but when I look at you, I don't see a killer.  You're just a frightened woman.  A woman who can take a head or two off, but a woman nonetheless.”