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feed on her so. Until this moment!
    She dug into her food distracted, her mind running different scenarios of how she could run away from the pure-blood seated across her.
    “What are you planning to do to me?” She asked him quietly, before forking a grape and putting it into her mouth.
    “You’ve broken the law. Justice must be served.”
    Justice must be served! Anja repeated to herself satirically. What about her justice?
    “You will forward me to the council to be judged?” She asked raising her face to meet his eyes. He nodded.
    “It is my duty as Governor of Area One,” he said to her, not blinking away.
    So he’d gone into Draugr politics just as his father had. But why had he taken over the Americas instead of Europe that his father had controlled, or could his father still be in control of Area Two even after all these years? That was highly possible, as Draugrs are immortal beings. Furthermore, Bjarne was so old, that Anja doubted any Draugr would attempt to kill him now. It was possible though, Anja knew it, for her father had been killed.
    “Judge me now,” she rushed to say, as she kept holding eye contact with him. “Judge me now and execute me master.. Governor Kjeld, for we both know I am guilty.” He looked back at her with so much open surprise at her request to be killed.
    “I do not want my fate to ever again to be under another pure-blood!” She finished off passionately as explanation.
    “I am a pure-blood!”
    “Yes, you are! And I want you to be the last one that ever controls me and my life.”
    “Have you been running this long, to just give up so easily?” This he asked puzzled, not understanding the woman before him.
    “I have been running this long hoping that one day, one would come my way and put an end to my misery, and kill me.” He jumped back in surprise at what he considered outrageous words spewing from her mouth. He’d never before met with any Draugr that’d willingly wish to cease to exist.
    “I will never be happy as long as I live,” she went on to say. “You know it, and I know it. I am damaged- my past follows me everywhere I go, and my future is masked with the dread of reliving my past. This world gets smaller and smaller every day, and I have nowhere to run and hide anymore.”
    The man before her momentarily transformed into the young master Kjeld she once knew, as he looked back at her dumbfounded on what to do or say. She’d seen that look on him before- when they were kids, and his parents had pushed her over to him to feed. His veins had protruded in hunger at the scent of her blood, but his eyes had looked back at her with guilt, unsure on whether he should feed on her or not.
    Anja had hoped for years that he’d one day be able to resist the temptation of her blood, but eventually she had stopped hoping, for he’d always given in to his hunger and fed on her. Not even once had he stood up for her, resisted his craving for her blood. And she had a sinking feeling that the same would happen this time. He would choose to conform to the norms, rather than break out of the system to help her. He’d prove once again weak.
    “Anja, I cannot kill you. You are like a sister to me..”
    “A sister!¨ Anja screamed out in anger, despite herself, standing up from her chair with so much ferocity, that it scuttled across the floor.  “You sunk your fangs into my neck and drunk from me repeatedly for years, and you dare call me sister!”
    “I.. My father..”
    “Don't tell me any bullshit about your father forcing you. You wanted to do it, and still do!” She finished off as she swept the food off the table and pounced on it to stop a few inches before his face.
    She then watched in anger as his veins began protruding and his heartbeat quickened due to her proximity, confirming her suspicions.
    “Even now you want nothing more than to taste my blood, to have it flow in your mouth! Like a sister indeed!” She spat venomously at him before edging