Zorin’s hands wrung uncomfortably around her scythe, turning it over and over again as a severe nervous behavior. Every muscle was tense in her body at this moment, unable to calm herself down in the slightest as she thought ahead to what she and the vampire next to her were about to undergo. Why was it, that when everything suddenly seemed to be going well in her life, the point were she had finally found happiness, that things just had crash back down to rock bottom once again? Ruined and worse than before….
It was disgusting to think that the both of them would ever have to do something as lowly as pretend to lose a fight with their greatest enemy in order to become capture…a useful operation, a well planned out one, since their enemy would be a bit hesitant about killing off some of the two most powerful vampires currently in existence, but none of this was purely for information. It was a simple, torturous punishment for something as simple as love. They were lucky that the Major had not wanted to get rid of his first too lieutenants, but their punishments came into this form.
They were waiting now, waiting for Alucard or Seras to come to the spot were they two of them had gone through a half-hearted killing spree in order to gain attention, waiting to be beaten and captured. It honestly scared the illusionist deeply to think about being held captive again, remembering what horrible things she had been through last time. She had become strong in order to avoid that happening again….but she would go through it again if it meant staying with Rip, the one she loved. She was tough enough for that.
But as frightened as she was for what was to come, she knew she couldn’t come close to the terror that Rip was most likely feeling, knowing she would have to face her dreaded Zamiel again….