“Wait,” I said slowly,”Did you just say you were enemies of the Fae for much longer?”
He nodded,”Yes.”
“So why on earth would I be safer here?” I asked critically,”Don’t you hate me just as much as they would, if your little story is true?”
He nodded,”You wouldn’t be safer.At least, not up until 50 years ago.When the Warlocks defeated the Fae, we celebrated.We were happy our age-old enemy was defeated. It was not until later we realized the warlocks intended on obliterating all races besides themselves. The first few Vampire killings were thought to be mistakes, and that the political differences between our races would be sorted out by our leaders. However, we could no longer ignore the facts when the Vampire Huntings started.”
I felt a little queesy. My brother had gone on several Vampire Huntings, and had killed one himself.He had brought home the head like a human would of an animal.At the time it had seemed to be a great honor, but seeing the look in Davincent’s eyes now made it seem disgraceful.