Buttermilk
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Shizuka watched discreetly, silently, amusedly, at the couple gazing down at their new bundles of joy. It should have been a single bundle, but they had two. Twins. While that should be punishment enough for a family of hunters, it was hardly enough to gain her satisfaction. She'd thought of their deaths, of course, on too many an occasion. She'd approached their house for just that plan in mind, more than once or twice, and yet she hadn't been able to bring herself to enter, to steal the last of their breaths, to take what they had taken from her, from him. But it was no wonder, she now realized, because some part of her knew this was going to happen; that the hunter couple would be blessed with twins. She'd already known about the pregnancy, but she'd been waiting for this exact moment to happen in order to bring about the worst damage to those who'd stolen the very source of her own happiness.
The twin babes, soft, pink, and vulnerable, were nothing short of six months old at best, resting soundly in the safety of their crib. Blankets up to their chins, she could hear their delicate heartbeats, their little sighing breaths, even in their sleep. Still tiny, still unaware, still ignorant of the world around them. They were simply perfect. Perfect for what she wanted.
Her lips twisting in a distracted smile, unable to contain her glee, she glided across the room, not lifting a hand as the hunter couple quickly rose from their beds, alarmed at her revealed presence, to stand protectively by the crib, weapons at the ready, aimed at what must be fatal points on her body. She was hardly worried. They, mere humans, would never get past a pureblood. In a fraction of a second, she was past their defenses, standing over oblivious identical little faces and reached for the one sleeping blissfully to her right. Gently, cautiously, she cradled the child in the crook of her arm, supporting his fragile neck, and her smiled widened as she nuzzled his buttery soft cheek with her nose, breathing in his cozy warm scent.
The hunter couple was now undeniably afraid, afraid for their child, their eyes wide, faces pale, weapons lowered, hands trembling. She delighted in their fear and horror as they immediately focused on the tiny child now nestled comfortably in her arms. The mother screamed out a denial, a demand, a command for the babe to be released, offering her own life in exchange, but it all fell on deaf ears. Shizuka hadn't come for murder this freezing night. She came for the babe.
"You will remember this day," she whispered. "You will. And every time you gaze upon your second child," she flicked a glance towards the other twin still lying in the crib, "you will be reminded of what you have lost. Imagine," she laughed softly, "imagine, your own child, your own flesh and blood being raised to despise your very existence...?" She narrowed her cold, empty eyes in dark amusement. "The one to kill you will not be me," she dipped her head to press her cool lips against the babe's forehead in a mockery of tenderness, "it will be him." He will take my revenge.
Amidst the anguished cries of the hunter couple, Shizuka took her leave with a flutter of cherry blossoms.
There were worse things than death.
Thank you for reading! :D That's it folks!
The idea for it came about in History of Philosophy class, believe it or not... And yes, this will be staying as a one-shot. Don't wanna give out false hope to any hopefuls out there XD Just wanted to lay out possibilities you see *grins* And considering Shizuka's supposed goal for the child she kidnapped, you guys should be able to guess which twin she took :)