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Because she was cruel, Aurèle had survived. She had become strong because she needed it, at the cost of something she could not truly fathom. Her sister had fled from the past. She had fled from the man she believed responsible for something terrible, as they all had. His pathetic story had made Aurèle sick to her stomach, and she had left that day and vowed never to return. The Aston family was weak and full of terrible monsters, and to live among them would surely spell out her doom. Yet here she was, simply because of her stupid, attention-seeking sister, whom she had always been terrible too and who had always said nothing and gone crying to their mother.
Then suddenly the girl who had never been violent was moving. Aurèle saw it coming but her body had been made dumb by the shock and remained still. Claws cut into her skin, tearing away fur and flesh, stinging and reminding her that she was not playing with a child anymore. Though her body did not simply demand but SCREAM for blood, Aurèle did something for her sister she would not have done for anyone else. She held her claws back and ignored the urge to kill the bitch for striking her. Without a word further she turned and left.