Beautyful Hunter
Chapter.13 (Getting out)

The wind was blowing louder than ever before, Joan was increasingly clueless as to what had happened, who the man before her was now, whether this man who also came before and said things that he thought were strange, but Joan felt the air of the two were very different from each other.

The thunderous laughter is now again heard even being able to drop goods hanging on the walls of the house, to scattered on the floor.

"I don't know you!"

"You don't know me, I just know you now, David's good at lying apparently, " he said.

Joan frowned, "You know my father?" tanyanya.

"Of course I know him, all this time who does not know the Bathory, but unfortunately, David is dead now and it is very beneficial to all parties" he said again with a laugh.

"So you know who killed my mom and dad?"

The man shook his head."Of course I don't know, obviously all those who are enemies of Bathory are now partying because of her death." she laughed again. "Something that has only been predicted for a long time will happen, the death of the last descendant that will make our clan more and more immortal."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you not know the legend? Too bad, your parents may be hiding you or you're not a real descendant of the Bathory family." he said.

What is this, is this what father meant if from childhood until now I should not be far away and tell everyone if I was a foster child. Whether you are intentionally, or I am not his real son. Inner Joan.

"Yes ... I'm David's adopted son and Elena's, they adopted me from infancy." Joan told me.

Like a messy puzzle, now Joan began to find her first piece.

"really? It's worth it," he said, stepping closer in front of Joan, staring at her face sharply with a slight sniff towards her.

His facial skin was pale with both slightly red eyes and hand skin that was almost blistered. Joan looked at him intently too, as if she had seen the skin of his almost pale white face, and she remembered a person.

"Paul ... !" he muttered without sound.

"Unfortunately, it is said that the blood of the descendants of Bathory is very good and can be a freedom for us."

'"meaning?"

"If you were not of Bathory descent, of course you wouldn't know that, and it doesn't matter to me to tell you because nothing would be of any use. And you know who got it? The dominiq clan is certain, they will be even stronger now and we are no match, even since they were superior to any clan." he said.

Joan was of course flabbergasted to hear, who the Dominiq clan, excelled long ago, freedom if it managed to shed the blood of the last descendant of Bathory, what she said Joan did not understand at all.

"What clan killed my father and mother?" the question is getting curious.

Bruk!

The door opened again, a man entered and pushed the man talking to him until he composed to the back.

"What are you doing here, you're talking about, let's go or we'll prey on him!"

"Certainly so?"

"You can feel it yourself instead of , he doesn't even have any power, even a drop of his blood is useless to us, we're not starving the Muct, he said, we're here to track down but we're late, the Dominiq clan came first and succeeded in subverting the enemy, we lost fast.. Let's go before we get burned," he said by walking out in a fast motion and making Joan even more furious,

The man who caught up to him looked at him sharply, then he also passed away with a dart.

"You sure?" joan vaguely mendngar his words even though their distance was far away, and made him shocked because he could hear it clearly.

"Of course, he's useless, probably just a slave, even if he grew up in the Bathory family but he doesn't have Bathory blood."

Joan again heard it clearly, even now thousands of sounds began to fill her ear hole and make her eardrum hurt.

"God ... Whatisthis? Why make my ears hurt." said Joan who immediately closed both ear holes with her own two hands.

All this tormented him greatly, behind the statement that he was only an adopted, weak and useless child was quite shaking, but what is the meaning of dreams and statements that say if the object needs his strength in order to be used by him.

"What secret you've been hiding from me all this time, am I really not your real daughter, am I really adopted!" lirih.

Prangs!

Joan accidentally dropped a vase from the top of the closet as high as her waist, until the vase was broken scattered and made her surprised is now she stared at a key that was like it was made of gold.

"What's this key?" he muttered with two black beads to see if there was a match or not with the key, until finally his view ended in a cupboard in the corner of the room.

Curiosity arrived perched in his mind, he hurried to walk towards the closet and put the key in the door hole, but strangely the closet was not open at all. Joan pulled the key out of the door.

Cracket!

The sound of a door opened just as Joan turned around to find a keyhole suitable for the key she was holding. Suddenly the 19-year-old girl turned back to the back where now the door of the brown closet was open.

"Well, this isn't a closet but a door?" he murmured when he saw there was a room inside with quite bright lighting .

Jaon slowly went inside, with his eyeballs alert and also growing more and more curious. "What is this place?"

Joan combed the tile carefully, there were items belonging to David and Elena, including a neatly displayed arrow bow. Behind him was a familiar photo of a man and a woman and a child in the middle.

"Dad ... Mom ...!" he murmured as he recognized the image he was looking at.

Joan frowned when she saw a letter from a slightly shabby white paper, she picked it up and opened it.

"empty skirt. There was no contents of the letter or anything like that," he said turning back the outdated crete.

but not long after that the tuisan began to appear on the surface of the paper and make Joan again to be shocked.

"Well, the time is right if you come today Joan!"