Still sat on the sofa, Lena couldn't help but to tremble. She willed it to stop: she wanted it to stop. Weakness was something she didn't want to be shown - it had been drilled into her since birth.

Her father was an almighty, arrogant and audacious ghoul; one who would do whatever it takes to get what he wants, and he had every right to whatever he desired, seeing as he was the leader of his own Ghoul faction.

Lena, being his only daughter and his only blood relative left after that incident, was undoubtedly the heir to the very faction he ruled over. And the leagues of Ghouls that were under him.

Is that why she had been put through all of this?

It was ironic that her, a ghoul, could feel so much pain when it was her who usually caused it.

In the past, she was bloodthirsty, cruel and didn't care what she had to do to get the meat that she wanted, much like her father. And the similarities end there.

Her mother was the one who she most took after, and it was her mother that looked out for her more than anyone. The same with her brothers and sisters. They were her only rays of light in this endless darkness: well that all changed when she fell in love with Uta.

Did she genuinely want to hear what the male beside her had to say? He was being unusually subdued and not like his usual self.

It was worrying... very worrying.

Uta felt and saw Lena trembling beside him and his heart thumped. The female ghoul was the only one who could make his heart beat faster, and was the only one who could bring out his emotions.

Emotions weren't something he was familiar with, but since meeting her, his little ghoul, more and more emotions were coming to the surface.

And that was why he couldn't handle it.

Was that why he had done what he did? Did he want to do something for the release he needed?

Lena did things to him. Good things and it confused him.

It was wrong. Very wrong and he would never regret anything more.

Sighing lightly, he took hold of one of her hands and exerted a little strength, so as to make sure she couldn't escape.

Not more than she had already escaped.

Allowing her to go once again, would be even more of a mistake.

"Lena." She flinched at the sudden sound of his voice and turned her head away. "I know I deserve that, you don't have to look at me, just listen."

"Words can't explain how sorry I am about what I did to you and your family, but I had no choice but to do it."

He didn't have a choice? HE DID HAVE A CHOICE!

"Your father..." At the mention of her father Lena's head turned round so fast, that a clear clicking sound could be heard coming from her neck.

"My father?" Anger mixed with sadness swam in her slowly darkening eyes. Her face was ashen, and she glared at the male before her; refusing to turn away again.

Taking a deep breath, Uta continued, "your father was the one who commanded me to do it."

"My father commanded you to do it?" Her voice rose an octave, it almost sounded like screeching bats.

"Yes..." Uta placed an arm around her waist and brought her into his side.

Twirling a strand of her round one of his slender fingers, he said, "he wanted so much for you, so much and wanted to unlock your true ghoul potential. He thought that you could be so much more. You were already like him when it came to hunting the humans, even if you didn't see it or didn't want to see it."

Tears sprang to the surface of her eyes and she couldn't tune out what Uta was saying.

Her father... her father... HER FATHER!

She knew he was merciless, and she knew he was evil, but she didn't know he would even resort to killing his own wife and children. Just for her... just for her.

She couldn't help but to think it was her fault. Her mother, her brothers and her sisters would all be alive today if it weren't for her.

NO!

It was her father's fault and in a way it was Utas.

But why was she more forgiven towards Uta than her father?

Why did she want to forgive him?

Love was a wondrous thing for sure, but it was also deadly.

Uta's eyes softened at the edges, as he noticed darkness slowly taken over his love's eyes.

Usually he would be excited, thrilled even, but this wasn't how he wanted to see his Bloody Red come back. Even if it was only a little.

The anger she held for her father wasn't a simple thing.

The things he had done and would do to get his daughter to be the strongest ghoul alive, was something she could never forget.

And he had made it worse.

"In a way I suppose I agreed with him. I know what you had to endure with your father, but I could see that you could be so much more than what you were. Were you perfect as you were? Sure you were, however at the time I just couldn't see it, not completely."

"And I loved you so much, I still love you and those feelings were too much for me to control, I had to discharge them somehow."

The anger that had been brimming at the surface and were now threatening to over boil, suddenly exploded and her eyes darkened even more.

"For such reasons! For selfish reasons you murdered my family? My only family..." She stopped her voice from breaking just in time. "How did you know if I liked how things were, how we were? I was happy! Happy with it just being my family and us. We were happy."

"You couldn't see that though could you? How could you just go along with my father like that? When you were aware of how much I despised him... if you didn't know how to release your feelings then punch a wall or something."

She ripped her arm out of his grip and in turn almost ripped her arm out of the socket. Making for the door, she froze when she heard his voice, the voice that she once loved to hear.

"Lena where are you going? Those people could still be after you." He made to step forward, but the glare sent his way made him freeze.

"I'd rather be with them than with you!" She spat and tore open the door, before racing down the stairs.

Running out of the mask shop, she blindly escaped into the darkness.

Everything was dark, the streetlights for some reason hadn't switched on, so she was now feeling rather than seeing where she going.

Coming to a stop when she thought she was far enough away, she placed her hand on a wall and dry-heaved.

Smack.

And collapse...